My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 917

“I think we overstayed our welcome.” I whispered to the girls.

The anti-human sentiment in town was already far more than I ever would have anticipated. It was one thing if this race simply had never met humans, or thought nothing of them, but we had hit the lottery on this one and came to a world that villainized them. On top of that, we already brought the worst level of attention to ourselves, and while I was able to trick my way out of it, there was no saying how long it’d take before she realized she was duped and came back.

Thus, I squared away our bill and then carefully slid into the back alley. I then opened a Portal and all the girls went through. Like that we had left the city behind. Now that I had a bit more information, I’d need to think about how to proceed next. I wish I had time to get more information. Perhaps, there was a human realm like the demon realm north of the Imperial Cloud Meadow. There was that one place across the ocean, Faerith. Unfortunately, I couldn’t go there unless I had already been there.

Just as I was about to think about things, there was a sudden roar. I let out a cry of surprise as a large dog-like monster leaped out of the trees. It charged at the group of us.

Bang! Before the wolf took a few dozen steps, it’s head exploded and it collapsed in a heap. Bernice lifted a smoking gun and then blew the smoke before flipping it in her hand and putting it in her holster.

“Stupid!” I knuckled her head.

“Ow! What was that for!” She cried out. 𝒇𝘳ℯℯ𝚠𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜ѵ𝑒𝙡.co𝑚

“We’re not that far from the city. Don’t you think they’d hear gunshots like that?”

“Ah… oh…”

I shook my head. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you buy those.”

With all of the armor and jewelry we pawned, it was rather easy buying all kinds of things. In the end, Bernice decided that she didn’t want to use swords. After being defeated so easily by the Demon King, she seemed to have lost her passion for it. She was quick, but ultimately, she lacked the strength. She didn’t feel her small size suited such a thing.

So, instead, she ended up purchasing a pair of beretta from my world with a bunch of ammo. This wouldn’t last forever, but Garnet promised her that she’d be able to develop a form of magical guns with time. I was initially very hesitant to bring guns into this world, but Bernice had been insistent.

“I’m a demon-slaying Hero. This is… the fastest way to slay demons!” She demanded.

I had allowed her to follow the path of using guns and even spend a day playing at a gun range with an instructor who taught her proper forms and maintenance. I allowed this all under a single pretense. She had to allow me to enslave her, and then swear that she would protect the secret of guns. It was the same for Garnet. I once had a large reluctance for slavery, but without the tattoo, they could be disbanded easily, and after losing all of my girls, I felt like this bond was extremely important. It tied me to them, and it gave them strength. Without my bond to Carmine, I never would have been able to last through those months alone fighting in the forests of the Twilight Dungeon. Now, it was comforting knowing where all my companions were.

Thus, Bernice had somehow become a gunslinger. That wasn’t just because she had guns. I checked her status, and Gunslinger was now one of her jobs. Did that mean guns existed in this world before, and I didn’t introduce them? Or was the system infinitely adaptable? What other jobs could people gain?

As I was busy being irritated and feeling we should move our position again, Carmine looked down at the monster, which did not disappear like dungeon monsters. That was normal, since monsters that came to the surface slowly became mana monsters, and thus their body didn’t degrade.

“I don’t believe this monster came from a dungeon,” Carmine said such a surprising thing all of a sudden.