My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

The entrance to the dungeon was breached. A hulking green best broke through. It was a massive goblin? No, wouldn’t that be an orc? It had a face like a bulldog and was holding a massive club. Faeyna had already been transferred to the 1st floor and was waiting. As the orc looked around, its eyes fell on Faeyna, who was only half its size. A vicious and disgusting grin formed on its lips.

“I haven’t tasted elf in a millennium.” It licked its lips, a look of lust on its face.

Faeyna looked down on the monster with disgust. “You stink!”

“Hehe… when you become my sex toy, you’ll come to like my stink.”

As it said this, it scratched under its loincloth, a dirty little piece of fabric that only just hid the unsightly thing underneath. Otherwise, this guy was completely naked, with a large green potbelly. Isn’t this orc far too rapey! I didn’t sign up for this kind of hentai where the big orc violates the helpless elf maid. This wasn’t that kind of story at all!

“Faeyna! Kill him! Kill him dead!” I cried out through the Slave Communication while biting my chair anxiously.

“Master, that was my intention.” Faeyna brought out her weapon.

Wait, wasn’t that a broom? I knew that with Alysia splitting up the material to make Faeyna defensive armor, she didn’t have as much to make the massive sword I used, but a stick with some bristles on the end.

“You are a filthy creature, orc! It’s time to clean up the mess! Behold escalabroom!”

“Alysia?”

“I didn’t let her name me that!” Alysia cried out tearfully.

There wasn’t time to dwell on Faeyna’s naming sense, as she immediately launched an attack toward the orc. He dropped his giant club on her broom. For a second, I tensed. After all, the thin wooden stick was meeting a thick trunk-sized club. In any normal situation, the victor would have been obvious. However, despite looking like a broom, it was Alysia who was the base of that item. It took the hit without moving back an inch. A strike that looked like it would squash Faeyna instead was deflected.

The orc’s eyes narrowed as his original attack didn’t hit the way he expected. I wasn’t sure how his rapey plan fit in turning her into mush, but it didn’t seem like he was very bright. Yes, monsters grew smarter and more skilled the longer they lived, but at the end of the day, an orc was still an orc.

Being deflected only seemed to anger him, and so he lifted his club and then did a swiping motion, intending to send Faeyna flying.

Faeyna leaped over the club with a backflip, her broom swiping out and striking the orc in the throat. He made a choking noise, stumbling back as he grasped at his throat.

This could have been a killing blow if delivered by a more experienced fighter, but for Faeyna, this was the best she could manage. She might have unlocked her connection to the Maid Hero lore, but that didn’t make her a genius fighter overnight. It was the difference between someone who knew the theory but had never picked up a blade. Without having time to practice the blade and earn experience, your strength still only went so far. Perhaps, I should let Elaya train her. Who would know how the Maid Hero fought better than the former Maid Hero?

Upon recovering from the throat strike, the orc let out an even more enraged roar. His body started to glow with a black aura, and I got a feeling of danger. He was using some kind of skill.