My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1584

As I entered the mist, my visibility was quickly reduced to almost nothing. The fog was extremely thick, and even when I attempted to use some wind magic to clear it, it wasn’t enough to increase my visibility by much. Perhaps Celeste could have dealt with it better, but none of my skills gave me the ability to deal with it. The only reason I even knew I was landing on the island and not the middle of the ocean was that I pulled my map up.

I realized that the fog blocked my mana, but thankfully I had already seen a map and copied the islands to my map. If it just came to my relative position within the islands, I could figure that out. That said, the map wasn’t so thorough that I could identify every tree and bush. As a result, I ended up landing in a group of trees and had a pretty rough landing. I managed to heal myself up pretty quickly though.

At that point, I spread out my mana, trying to cut through the fog. Since it was smaller than the main island, I was hoping to at least get more than my relative position. However, I couldn’t see any dots that indicated life on the map. Sense life didn’t have nearly the distance of mapping, but I still hoped I could see at least some monsters. We were in a dungeon, after all, so there had to be a ton of them.

“This fog is even worse than miasma,” I muttered to myself.

I could feel the mana flowing through this fog. It was working exactly like a very thick amount of miasma. Enough miasma would interfere with any mana. If you sent out a spell, it would quickly lose strength the farther it got. If you tried to use mana sense at a distance, it was like trying to hear through soup. The only difference here was that miasma typically ate light, which gave dungeons their oppressive atmosphere, while this fog was somewhat bright, nearly to the point of being blinding. Also, I had an affinity for miasma, so my mana could reach through it a bit better than a typical person. When it came to this fog though, it must feel like what an adventurer feels like.

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That’s why I barely had time to jump as a red dot appeared literally behind me, leaping in my direction. A massive creature that looked like a cross between a bear and a wolf had attempted to ambush me. I pulled Alysium out and then charged the monster before I lost sight of it in the fog. After locking onto it with my mana, even if it left the range of my limited sense life, I’d still be able to follow it.

“You’re still alive?” I was a bit surprised, as I was used to beasts falling after I cut them.

However, even Alysium who could cut through seemingly anything met significant resistance when she struck the creature. It let out a cry, only a little bit of blood dripping from the side.

“This is an S-class level in a dungeon, Master,” Alysia explained. “Its rare master goes against enemies this strong.”

She was right. It had been some time since I had pitted my ability up against the mobs of a dungeon alone. This dungeon wasn’t just old, but it had been designed specifically to put the participants through a gauntlet of increasingly more powerful enemies. I had estimated this once before, and I suspected I was at a level of around SS, although Aberis’s adventuring guild did not have the SS rank. As for the final island, SSS, I only had that ability when I pulled on the strength of my dungeon. Unless I was going to go to war with this dungeon, it wasn’t one I could defeat on my own.