My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Realizing my soul world was essentially my home away from home, I did my best to make it nice looking. I had constructed a small home there. With more resources, I could construct a bigger place. My room, in particular, was filled with things from Earth, including stuff I had owned. As for how Shao had acquired such items, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know.

I didn’t have power working in it yet, but I had acquired the parts that in theory, I could one day have a powered house. I just needed to read up on such electrical work. Perhaps Terra and Garnet would have more interest in that kind of stuff than I. I had acquired as many educational books as I could and had a massive library. Beyond that we a large log-cabin-like room with a fireplace and comfy furniture. It’s the kind of house I would have liked to live in if I had been rich on Earth.

Outside, I could control the weather, so it was sunny and nice. I kept the light schedule to match my schedule, so there was a clear day and night. Since the weather was always pleasant, working outside was quite comfortable, even if my real body was naked in the dark under hundreds of tons of rock.

We spent the night resting, or more specifically Alysia took a nap. I could have kept refreshing and healing her to keep her going, but at some point, it was better if she relaxed. We had found a pocket of space that didn’t look like it’d collapse or fill with lava at any moment, so we decided to wait the night out there.

Since I hadn’t worked too hard beyond holding on to Alysia, I practiced a bit with the soul world. I tried to see if meat could be made fresher. It’d be something if I could move life energy so that a cow regrew from a slab of rump roast. Since I could grow a plant from a seed or revitalize a nearly dead herb, I thought it might be possible. It turned out I was being a bit too hopeful. Dead meat was too dead to do anything with. There were limits. That was probably for the best.

As for resurrecting an animal, I didn’t want to even try. If I had to think about whether the animal had souls that was too much. No matter how effective eating an animal and then resurrecting it with a new body might be toward feeding the world, something about it felt wrong on every level, even if it did work.

After tinkering around a bit, I returned to my bed and took a nap. I wasn’t sure if sleeping in my soul world was the same thing as sleeping for real, but since my body was immobile in the same way, I figured it didn’t matter. Come morning, I felt refreshed, and that was what mattered. After waking Alysia up, we returned to the dark tunnel and began digging once again.