My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

I had been thinking that the naked rat creature had been a bit easy, but like the insect levels in certain dungeons, their difficulty came in their numbers. They probably weren’t that easy. It was just that I was really strong. Alysia could cut through anything, and I had the strength, size, and stamina to be able to fight with many dangerous things.

In the event of a stampede, I could flee or hold my ground. Since I was currently in a corridor and heading back would leave me losing half a day of movement, I decided to stand my ground.

“Alysia!” I regrettably had to interrupt her rest.

“Yes!” She seemed prepared to act anyway.

She returned to my hand. I had let her rest after the long drill session, but since we had encountered an enemy that I couldn’t handle easily I’d need to depend on her again. This time, at least she could be in her more comfortable sword form. That’s that I thought, but the object in my hand wasn’t a sword, but the drill she had been using the last few days.

“Wh-what’s this?”

“Ah…s-sorry… I’ve been a drill for so long I forgot to change my form.”

“Crap, they’re here, no time!”

“Master, what do I do?”

“Drill! Drill!”

I braced myself slamming forward into the rat. The drill that had cut through miles of rock hadn’t dulled in the slightest. If anything, she was many times sharper and more decimating. She had plenty of time to perfect her form, creating the idea configuration that could dig through the hard earth like someone was cutting through butter. Suffice it to say that these naked rats didn’t have a chance compared to the chewing power of Alysia.

As the first rat lunged forward, it tried to bite down on her tip. With those massive incisors, it might have had the ability to tear through rock or even cheaper swords, but not only was Alysia wasn’t just made better stuff, but she was also spinning too. In a moment, its teeth were destroyed and the drill continued onward. The head eventually exploded and the insides were ground to dust.

We didn’t have a moment of rest before the next rats were on us. I realized that I didn’t have a choice. I had to go all out. I lunged forward, thrusting with the drill. Her blade chopped through rat after rat, turning them into splashes of flesh and blood. The lucky ones on the edges only had half their skin torn away by the passing drill. The rest were pulverized down the middle, becoming nothing but mush.

I ended up accessing my store, dropping the Heat Immunity that no longer was needed, and picking up strength enhancements. I found myself shoving through a wave of flesh. Blood and guts flew everywhere, and the hallways had become mulch.

When we finally pushed through the last rat, none of the surviving rats even dared to turn back to attack us. They fled the gory hallways as quickly as they came, and for a rare moment, it was like the Deep was silent, in shock of the slaughter that had just occurred.

“M-master… am I unclean?” Alysia broke into tears.

I had once shoved her up a troll’s buttocks and had to spend some time comforting her. It looks like I had put her through another traumatizing event. That was the setback of sentient blades, I guess.