My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Chapter 125



“My tongue tastes like glitter.” I complained, taking a sip from the waters of life.

A feeling washes through me that sort of feels like refresh but is a bit more subtle. A pinch of fairy dust and I could literally fill a tub full of the waters of life, so I was really curious as to what it was doing. On the other hand, I had just done things to a fairy and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“Sh-sh-shut up!” Celeste blushed. “You didn’t have to stick your tongue so deep.”

“Eh? Are you giving me pointers on how to lick now?”

Celeste blushed even more and finally flew into my backpack to hide. This was notably different from before, where she would abandon the entire room. I continued to test out the waters of life, while she peeked out from the lid of the backpack, but hid back inside whenever I glanced in her direction. I had only fetched it out of my ring because I didn’t know how to fetch out individual items very well, and it felt more natural to summon the entire backpack and see what was inside.

As for Celeste’s disaster, it seemed to have been averted thanks to some skilled tonguemanship and the tip of a finger. The scene of the fairy writhing on my pinky while… nope… not going to think about that. Even I got to blushing when I thought of such things. It was necessary at the time, fairy biology and whatnot. Now, it was time to concern ourselves with moving on and working our way down the dungeon even farther. Today had been close though, and I didn’t want a repeat. I felt like figuring out what the waters of life could do would be essential for our continued success.

After a few hours of testing things, I finally stood up and brushed off my clothing, “So, waters of life is basically like a dilute elixir.”

Well, every game had elixirs, but usually, the bottle known simply as elixir was one of the strongest healing potions you could get. It’d heal someone to max health, max mana, and max stamina, basically returning you to peak fighting condition no matter how weak you were. The waters of life were like a very diluted form of that. How diluted? Well, as far as recovering Mana, it was about 1/4th the ability. When it came to healing, I’d need to drink around 20 oz to replicate a single weak heal spell. When it came to fighting, I’d have to be downing this stuff by the gallon. As for stamina, also around 1/5 to 1/4th.

Perhaps there was some way to concentrate it, or maybe if my status was higher the effects would be higher. Right now, if I just dumped more mana into it, it’ d just make more water, not stronger water. Still, it meant I could convert my mana into a metric buttload of healing supplies. Without needing to worry as much about conserving potions, I could move faster and fight harder!

The fairy dust was a limited property, but I had enough of it that I could fill a lake in life water. When this was all over, I might create my own fairy fountain. Well, I wouldn’t explain those plans to Celeste just yet.

She was my slave again, but we hadn’t really brought it up. It all just kind of happened. She wasn’t fighting me on it though, and she was calling me master. She also gained all of the effects of being my slave. In other words, for the moment, her being my slave was probably for the best. Once we defeated the dungeon, we’d decide if it was appropriate for her. I’ll probably set her free the same as Lydia and Miki.

We just had twenty more levels to go. In twenty levels, I could finally obtain peace.


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