My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Chapter 1528



“I see… so I am a failure…” King Roth chuckled, his eyes turning to Astria. “Oh, and look at you. Astria, Astria, Astria… It was so fun tearing off your wings. I see you’ve grown new ones… the old ones are hanging above my fireplace.”

Astria stiffened, making a disgusted face. “Your filthy lips don’t deserve to speak my name.”

“It was… so easy to poison Karr. He was so trusting. I also convinced him to have all of those affairs. I used to regal him with so many fanciful stories of harems, he desperately wanted to be just like me. Convincing him to tell me where he found that fairy water was easy, and even at the end, he never suspected it was me. I even altered his diary and manipulated his lore. I thought you’d run away from him. Then, I could capture you and you’d make my fairy spring. I never thought you’d turn into Karr’s soul into a dungeon. At the time, I believed your corrupted form would never be able to build a spring, so I left. I had never guessed such a thing could be done as a miasmic spring. Still, you were so easy… so stupid.”

Her eyes flashed, and then a moment she sniffed. “I’m not so foolish anymore. I won’t be the one to kill you.”

His eyes flashed and then looked at Miki. “You! Death girl! I subjugated your entire people. I experimented on countless foxkin, you included. I’m the one who spread the rumors that foxkin were connected to ghosts and inherently cursed. Only by forcing you altogether was I able to concentrate your line and strengthen the spiritual tail trait! I couldn’t have you breeding outside your species and diluting it, how could I? I wonder how many foxkin children died because of my actions.”

Miki raised her chin. “Hmph! I won’t be the one to bring you death.”

He bared his teeth before shooting his gaze at Lydia. “You should be dead. I hunted all of your variant species, wiped them out. To think, some parent would go so far as to sell you into prostitution to keep you from me. I wonder how much money they paid the slave traders to label you as a catkin rather than a tigerkin. You’re fate as a slave, it was my fault.”

“If I was never a slave, then I never would have met Master.” Lydia smiled. “By that reason, I should thank you.”

He let out a snarl throwing his gaze at all of them. “Kill me! I would have killed you. End my life! First! Second! Lionesses! I never loved you! I never cared about you! You never meant anything to me! Doesn’t that infuriate you! Kill me!”

Each girl looked away, unwilling to match his eyes.

“They know what you’re trying to do,” I responded with a shrug. “You want to die in my dungeon, because if you die, your lore will be absorbed, and in some way, you’ll still be an immortal. Even if it’s in pieces, and even if it’s just as a boss, you’ll exist. Who knows, maybe in time, you’d be able to overthrow me as the dungeon master, and take control of the dungeon yourself. You do fear the end, King Roth.”

I lifted my hand, and the spear in the ground turned to light and flew toward me. When it reached my hand, it became a sword once again. Once again, King Roth’s face became full of fear.

“N-No! No!”

“I’m sorry… but your story ends here.” I moved with an explosive speed, using Alysia not to strike his body, but to destroy his soul.

The blade slashed through him in a flurry. I struck once, twice, and then a dozen times, cutting him over and over again. When I was finally finished, I pulled my sword back. His body didn’t have a single piece of damage, but his expression had become white. He opened his lips, his last words coming out as a whisper.

“I… was supposed to live forever.”

He collapsed to the ground, but he was dead before he hit it.


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