My Dungeon Life – Chapter 1469-1471

Chapter 1469

“Come with me.” The man stated simply, before turning to the crowd. “The match is over! Deacon the Dragon is disqualified! He shall hereby have his status provoked, and he will be banished from this location after today!”

Those that were fans of Lydia had been giving me hateful glares, some even booing or calling for my head. With the Kingpin’s announcement, they nodded as if to say it served me right. The volume increased as the people started muttering to each other, uncontented with the results of what should have been a spectacle match. From what I could hear, most agreed that I had cheated, although I technically hadn’t broken any of the rules that I knew about. Magic was allowed, but it was difficult to pull off in one-to-one fights. So was restraining people, for that matter. However, new rules might be created after tonight.

I didn’t care that much about people’s opinions of me. If this made it so that I wouldn’t be able to recruit a single person, none of that mattered at this particular moment. All of my thoughts were on Lydia and what I had seen when I tried to interact with her soul. I followed the Kingpin as he led me to the backstage area on Lydia’s side. As he entered the room, he put Lydia down on a table that seemed to work as the medical bed. I closed the door, cutting the noises behind me and giving us privacy.

“What the hell happened to her?” I demanded.

“What do you know?” He asked, not looking up from Lydia.

“Her soul is extremely damaged. It’s being consumed by a karmic infection. The miasma has already done significant damage.”

The man nodded in response. “She was attacked by assassins. She managed to fight them off, but they managed to strike her with a soul-reaving dagger.”

I took a deep breath. I had prepared for this possibility, but hearing it was rather difficult.

“She survived,” I said.

“Barely.” He responded. “I saved her life, and did what I could for her.”

“Why is she here fighting? Why did you allow us to battle?”

“I never expected you to try to reach for her soul like that. I may seem to know many things, but I didn’t know you had such an ability. When you touched her soul, you aggravated her condition.” He explained, shaking his head. “Now, I don’t know if she’ll make it.”

“What does that mean? What were you doing before then?”

“Since her soul was infected with karma, her only chance was to let it run its course.”

“Run it’s coarse?” I frowned. “You mean… turn her into a karmic being…”

“You understand.” He finally looked up at me. “Through battle and experience, a person finds strength. They gain insight and build lore. I had her fight so that she could circulate her mana, allowing the miasma to completely replace her mana soul. Only once that happened would she survive.”

I shook my head. “A miasma soul would convert to mana when left outside of a dungeon.”

“You’re not completely wrong, but you’re also not correct. After all, if this was the truth, then how can such things as your God soul exist?” Although he revealed he knew even more about me, I had stopped being surprised by his knowledge at this point. “No, a miasma creature can exist without a dungeon. It’s not easy, and they’d eventually have to find a connection to the mana of this world or die, but she would have lived a bit longer.”

“But now?”

“Only part of her soul is left here, and that part was barely strong enough. When you interrupted the process, I’m now even less confident she’ll survive.”

I looked down at Lydia, who still had her eyes closed like she was sleeping, a peaceful expression on her face. “She will. I’ll make sure of it.”

Chapter 1470

“You plan to interfere?” He asked.

“I plan to fix her,” I responded. “I can save her life. If you try to stop me…”

“Hehe… you already suspect my strength, and you still threaten me?” He gave me a dangerous look.

I coughed. “I was going to say I would convince you…”

“However, you should know by now what happened to Lydia. I allowed you to fight her because I wanted you to see for yourself. She doesn’t remember anything. She doesn’t remember you, her name, or anyone else in her life.”

“I know…” I closed my eyes. “The miasma destroyed that part of her soul. Everything related to us is gone.”

“It’s the way soul reaving-daggers work.” He sighed. “They burn from the outside in. She likely wore the memories of her friends and loved ones outwardly. Only those things buried deep survived that attack.”

There was a long period of silence after he had spoken. As for me, I was partially thinking, but I was also running through my available jobs and skills in my mind, deciding on my next course of action. After some time, I finally came to my conclusion.

“Alysia, I’m going to need you to do something for me.”

“No!” She immediately declared. “Not that, Master.”

“Alysia. You’re the only person I would trust to do this.”

“There has to be some other way.”

“Maybe… but I don’t have the time to come up with one. This is my choice. Please honor it.”

“Master…” She whimpered but didn’t argue anymore.

I walked over to Lydia’s side, looking her over one more time. The silent Kingpin watched me out of the corner of his eye. I didn’t know what to make of the man. He had seemingly saved Lydia’s life. The assassins that Lord Roth had sent should have killed her, but he had managed to keep her alive and then take care of her. It seemed like I owed him for that. Perhaps, there would be a time when I could repay him.

“Do you intend to interfere anyway?”

“I do.”

“Even though she doesn’t remember you? Even if you do manage to heal her, she still won’t know who you are.”

“I understand.”

“If you fail to heal her, and somehow cause her to die here, I will kill you where you stand.”

I met his dangerous glare. “I accept.”

“Hmph…” He snorted. “Then do as you will. I’m curious what this healing method you’ve concocted is. I may not be a White Mage, but I have a certain level of knowledge when it comes to souls. The current state of her soul is disordered, and I see no means of completing what was started. This was her choice… I mean, her life is in your hands now.”

“That’s why I won’t fail.” I smiled, holding out my hand.

Alysia formed in my hand, but her form was much smaller. She appeared as a dagger, perhaps even smaller. One might be amiss to see her as a letter opener. It was almost like she was hiding her physical size, afraid of being larger.

It didn’t matter, because what I was cutting wasn’t physical. I slammed the blade into myself, and I started to cut.

Chapter 1471

The pain of cutting into your soul was something few people could handle, but it was a pain I was all too familiar with. I had done it once to myself in a swift and violent strike, but this time was different. The girls once said that my God soul was too large to be cut in half as it had once before. However, I wasn’t cutting it in half this. This time, I was merely cutting away a small sliver.

The Kingpin’s eyes widened and his pupils began pinpricks as he saw the blade enter me. His mouth fell open in utter shock and horror as I began to cut. To a normal person, it would look like I was carving into my gut, chopping my organs to bits, yet for some reason, no damage appeared and no blood flowed. I was cutting, and the thing I cut was something far more precious. When I finished, Alysia disappeared, retreating to her home in my soul world, as if wanting to immediately comfort the part of that world that was now torn and damaged.

I held out my hand, and a small white light started to form in it. It formed into a small glowing white orb with flecks of blackness roughly the size of a marble. As the Kingpin looked at it, his eyes were extremely sharp. He was well aware of what I was doing, and what it implied. I pulled life force from the life that was in my soul world, sans Alysia, and slowly healed the damage to my soul.

In the short term, this damage would weaken me. I’d suffer for it. However, I wasn’t particularly worried about the long-term effects. After all, I knew that I’d be able to heal all of the damage. I had the Waters of Life, after all. I could rejuvenate and rebuild the parts I cut away. As for what I lost, it had been things that weren’t that important anyway. I didn’t think about the fight I’d have in a few days with King Roth. That was a problem for later.

Once I was done stabilizing myself, my focus turned to the catgirl in front of me. With the most gentle care I could muster, I put the soul down into Lydia’s chest, placing my hands gently on her bosom. I then began to cast a series of spells. As soon as I used mana, I could feel the pain. The soul was the conduit from which mana worked through the body, and I had just cut off a piece of my soul. Even though it was healing, the mana fluctuated and burned wildly, but I forced myself to work.

I using my karmic influence to control her soul, binding a piece of my soul to it. Instead of removing the karmic infection, I began to realize that the Kingpin was right. It had to run its course. So, instead, I sped it up. Lydia’s brow furrowed, and she started to make pained noises in her unconscious state. Was she still not strong enough to survive this, even with my soul transplant? I initiated Enslavement, taking control of her as a slave. Unlike the other girls, the fragments of the slave bond that had once held her to me were no longer there. It had been burned away with the rest of her soul.

With her status boosted with Slave Master, her expression started to look better, and the karmic infection progressed far easier. I did what I can to heal and support her while pushing the infection. This was normally something that might have taken another month, but I was able to progress it to the end in a mere hour. I ignored my pain, focusing purely on her as I repaired her soul as much as I could. When I was finally finished, I was covered in sweat, and when I stopped channeling mana, the ache in my soul magnified, and I nearly collapsed to the ground.

“It’s done.” I declared, panting.

The Kingpin looked down at Lydia. It seemed for the first time in our meetings, I had been the one to surprise him.

“I can’t believe it. You’ve converted her into a karmic soul. Amazing.” Then he shook his head. “What you sacrificed…”

“I did what I had to do…”

“It won’t restore her memory. You told me that the lore and memories were what bound you to Lydia. Those have all been erased. Nothing is connecting the two of you. She is another woman in her current form.”

“What are you saying?” I forced a smile on my face, even though I could feel the pain racking through my body caused by this. “There is a piece of me inside her always now. We will always be connected.”

He stared at me for a moment. “So, what now? DO you want to take her back with you?”

My smile flickered, and I tried my best to stand up straight. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Don’t tell her about any of this… or me. Just tell her she survived, and let her decide where she wants to go and what she wants to do.”

“You won’t force her?”

“I only ever wanted to make her happy. I did what I could. That piece of my soul is hers now. It will connect her to the mana of this world, and allow her to live the rest of her life in peace. That’s all I can do.”

“Is that it? You’ll leave with that?”

“If I had decided to take her, would you have let me?” I asked.

He gave a dark smile. “Goodbye, Deek Deekson. I hope you don’t regret what you have done here today.”

I looked down at Lydia one last time before using my dungeon point to open a portal. “I never will.”

I had given Lydia chance, but this was no longer my Lydia. I left her behind to find her path.