“Does that mean you will tell me what happened to her?” I asked.
When you entered a dungeon, you were usually offered two choices. You could complete the lore by destroying it. Completing the lore turned it into a blessing which you could then absorb. Essentially, the power of the dungeon was turned into a blessing which then became an extension of your soul, like adding a peripheral to a computer. At least, that’s the best I was able to explain it.
Destroying the lore was the same as eliminating the source of power. The dungeon would no longer be able to turn mana into miasma and the miasma would be released from the dungeon and freely disperse. Cut off from miasma, the dungeon would whither up and collapse and the monsters would die out, although it was possible that some survived and became surface-level monsters.
However, there was a third option that didn’t seem to be mentioned, and that was conquering a dungeon. Technically, it didn’t resolve the cursed lore, but it just passed it into a new party. They became the new dungeon master and were capable of manipulating the lore to their will. Dungeon masters and their dungeons had a strange relationship.
The woman in the witch outfit sighed. “It seems like Master has recognized you as his big brother.”
“N-Not true!” The boy cried.
“I don’t care,” I responded, feeling slightly irritated. “Can someone just tell me where my woman is?”
“Fine! I’ll show you, but I’ll never see you as my big brother!”
I didn’t want him to though.New novel chapters are published on