Chapter 49: Dungeon Slayer
A few days have passed and I'm not dead. Honestly I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I say that because my arms are tied behind my back while I lay against the cold hard wall.
There's something on my throat, it's some kind of salve or aloe. Either way it stopped the bleeding.
It hurts to talk so all I do is sit around and watch the crazy elf. She's been staring at the dungeon core a lot more lately. She occasionally yells at it like it can hear her. Sometimes she'll even yell at me.
But for the most part she just kicks me.
"For' Anya, tolo rah! Bayo ah bahnya!"
Well she knows how to talk. Jesus, she loves the sound of her own voice.
"Say toyo bav rah! Beeyo rah!"
I have a feeling rah is a swear word…
For now I'm just going to lean my head back and rest.
…
SMACK!
"Agh ahh fu-"
Why is she so violent?! What did I ever do to her to deserve this?! I can't even sleep in peace! Worse yet, she doesn't even need me for anything! She just slapped me for no reason.
I'm going to kill this bitch when I get the chance!
I saw her pace back and forth until she decided to walk outside.
I wanted to do something, maybe escape, but there was nowhere to escape to. We were both trapped on this island and I was too weak to do anything.
So I just fell asleep while I had the chance.
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(Elf POV)
After being kept prisoner by the high elves I'm finally free? If only. That bastard, Oleron cursed me! I'm destined to live in a prison my whole life?! Fucking high elves! Sadistic small dick pricks!
This island might be my new prison but that doesn't mean I can't make the best of it!
I already have a human slave and I can make this work! I just have to figure something out.
…
It's been over a week and I hate it here!
That human went fishing again and I'm hungry. Maybe he has some more food?
After searching around I found what looked like a dirty old rag. It was hard as rock and smelled funny. Is this? Ugh I feel like I'm going to puke.
Barbarians! Humans are disgusting!
I have to keep looking around for something to eat after washing my hands in this pot of water. Despite being a human he wasn't completely incompetent, he knew how to keep the place relatively clean and he knew how to make his own clay pots.
"Yo abba freem (The bare minimum.)"
After searching around I found his stash hidden under what looks like his panda-cat's bed.
Who keeps panda-cats? Mangy little creatures. Fortunately it wasn't here at the moment, I hate that thing.
I opened it up and found a basket of food and some bamboo shoots filled with water. I wasn't sure if it was safe so I used my enchanted ring of [PURIFICATION] on it. Knowing humans he's probably too stupid to know what germs are.
I'm no super but this thing has enough energy to use purify a couple dozen times.
After grabbing a few fruits I noticed something in the corner of my eye. This something was hidden pretty well but I could see it just fine.
After removing all the food I picked up a ball wrapped in leaves. I assumed it was a toy at first or maybe just another fruit until I unwrapped it.
As soon as I opened it up I immediately recognized it! I've seen one only once back in my hometown. We were forced to retrieve it once word came in that dwarves had destroyed the world tree.
I know what this is because I'm responsible for destroying it. At least the one from back then.
My people were supposed to remove it and give it to the high elves as tribute, so they could allow us safe passage on their ships.
But in my greed I destroyed it. It's not my fault, once you destroy a dungeon core you're immediately given a rare skill called [DUNGEON SLAYER] which not only expands your lifespan but it also allows you to have the right to become a dungeon master 30% guaranteed!
That is if you find a dungeon core, so imagine my shock when I actually found one hidden away like this. Of all the places.
I was hoping there would be a weak dungeon somewhere in the jungle that I could just have the human capture but never did I expect to find a dungeon core here.
Lord Diamond is looking down from the heavens! He must have fallen in love!
But… Why the hell does this human have it? And why hasn't he tried to activate it? Maybe he's tried but he's incompatible? I hear the chance of becoming a dungeon master the first try is only at 1%. All he needs is a little bit of blood and he can go from worn down shack to palace on the mountain in a few years.
Maybe… he doesn't know how? That's right! He's just a child, he probably doesn't even know what it is! This is perfect!
I can just activate it now while I have the chance!
I pulled out my lucky knife from under my dress and began the ritual. Well I say 'ritual' but really all I need to do is pour some blood on it and bam! I'll rule this entire island!
I cut my wrist and poured some blood on the dungeon core and waited for the status screen to pop up.
After what felt like an eternity nothing happened.
"Doe ar see? (What is this?)"
Nothing is happening! Wait, don't tell me! It already has a master?!
Before I could do anything else I immediately saw the brat coming towards me. In my shock and anger I immediately went to cut his throat before pulling back. Unfortunately it was too late before realization hit me.
He was the dungeon master!
I pulled my hand away but not before nicking him on the throat. He managed to grab the core while I was distracted and he held it between his arms like it was the most precious thing in the world.
And at the moment? It is.
But it's MY world.
…
I panicked but I knew what I had to do. I went outside and picked up some herbs and grasses that I recognized and started chewing on them until they turned to mush.
Only a minute passed since I cut him but a minute could be all it takes with a body so small.
I used purify on the mushy leaves so he wouldn't get an infection and then I smeared it on his throat.
I took a piece of my clothes and wrapped it around his throat to stop the bleeding. Until I was finally done.
I laid my head against the wall while hoping for the best. That dungeon core was my only hope of living the way I deserve.
I need him alive.
I sat there contemplating on what to do next when I realized something.
"Demo al, stah aloe… rah. (Fuck me, he's gonna hate me… shit.)"
…
It's been a few days and fortunately he's been collecting the debris, so I have some rope I've used to tie him up.
I don't have any other choice, I need his dungeon core to get what I want and hopefully I can just buy whatever I need using dungeon points. That includes either a slave collar or some burning ink to put a slave rune on him.
Everytime I look at him I just want to kick him, especially when he cowers like that! He looks like a mangy mutt. I can't help but want to kick him in the face every time I look at him but I can't. I need him alive. If he dies of unnatural causes then the core will break.
But unlike last time I won't be able to gain anything from it.
For now I just wait.
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I decided to step out for a few minutes. I realized only just now that there might be something I can do.
The ship I was on wasn't just a prisoners ship, it also held slaves such as myself. I don't know why we were attacked but I'm sure as hell glad that we were. Now that my master is dead I'm free of my collar. If only I hadn't thrown it away in the ocean after the ship exploded.
Either way, there's sure to be something. A slave collar or burning ink? Maybe a soul contract?
So I looked around on the beach and found something. It's a grave for the bodies that were found with me. What was he thinking? Burying bodies in the sand?
"Rath boe! (Stupid child!)"
I could already see that the water had cleared the sand away and the bodies were starting to poke out.
Oh well, the last thing I want is to start digging.
It's a good thing too because I found what I was looking for. One of the bodies had a slave collar, and it was still intact.
There's a problem though. The boy's injuries still haven't healed. Putting anything around his neck, especially a slave collar can permanently damage his throat.
These things were enchanted to squeeze with just a thought from the master. It's a light form of slavery only used on small-time criminals.
Oh well, his voice was getting on my nerves anyway, but I'll keep looking for more methods later.
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After an hour of looking all I could find were a few more slave collars. Some more damaged than others.
I was only left with three. I'll keep it hidden just in case. Considering they were buried with the bodies I assume he didn't know what they were for or maybe he felt like he was too good for them.
Either way, I'm not so stupid.
I walked back inside to find the boy asleep. This is perfect timing.
I went over to his side and cut my hand a little and put my blood on the collar. The runes lit up red for a second and I felt a connection with it so I wrapped it around his neck and went to sleep in his disgusting bed.
Today I felt like things were looking up for me.