Dungeon Diving 102

Dungeon Diving 102 Bruce Sentar Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Bruce Sentar All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Cover Art by Yanaidraws Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Afterword Also By Chapter 1 My sword and knife flashed before me as I flowed through one of my grandfather’s form drills. Sweat beaded down my forehead and splashed into the air as I spun in the field. The morning sun was bleeding through the gym’s windows, and the dew on the grass was catching it, filling the ground with golden shimmers. Sweep, stab, turn, and block… My steps picked up pace with each motion, going faster and faster. I realized at one point that I was moving faster than I ever had before. Our party had just hit level four, and we’d worked for every bit. We had been grinding away in the dungeon every afternoon after classes with Crimson every morning. Thankfully, no more attempts had been made at Fayeth’s life, letting us focus on progressing our party. I’d been anxious at first, waiting for something to happen, but the past few months had been smooth. Almost too smooth. Although, Crimson had not relented in her quest to push us to our limits and beyond them. Class A was at least half a level above class B and C. I was already stronger than the girl whom I knew was Anti-Elf, but I wasn’t yet able to outmatch the upperclassmen. And until we figured out more, we’d all agreed to leave them be and just keep an eye on them. According to Crimson, the father of the girl in class B ran the major manufacturing company that made CIDs. The watch-like devices allowed humanity to understand their growth and changes as they dove the dungeon, and they were a huge part of what made adventuring possible. After we’d pieced that together, his motivation to attack the elves and disrupting negotiations got clearer. The elves had their own CIDs, and those were plant grown. They were far easier to produce, and if the elves ever shared that technology, he could easily lose his business. It was a petty reason to go after Fayeth. Thinking about the greed, my sword strokes grew agitated as I worked through my latest attack. I knew I needed to slow them down. Being frantic wouldn’t help me. I needed to stay calm and in control. The end of the first term was approaching, and Crimson had pulled up the fifth-floor boss fight from next term to be the final exam of the current term. The boss might be at the end of the fifth floor, but it was a lot stronger than any ordinary fifth level monster. We had to prepare, and I was ready to kill more students if it meant protecting my ladies. I finished my form with a flashy sweep of my blades before I returned them to my CID. It functioned as an inventory on top of interpreting the mana signals in our body. A slow clap announced my watcher. “You’re working hard.” Des picked up my water bottle and towel. Rather than taking them, I pushed them aside with my body as I leaned in to kiss her. “Morning. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to wake you. I wasn’t sneaking out.” “It’s fine. I know you practice every morning by now.” My girlfriend smiled back at me. Des was drop-dead gorgeous, though it made sense given that her mother was a succubus as her secondary class. Des was all sinful curves packed into a dangerously fit woman. Her red eyes gleamed mischievously from under that unruly lock of hair that kept falling over one of them. I was smitten; she was the entire package. On top of being amazing in the looks department, she was dependable and knowledgeable when it came to diving the dungeon. She was a part of my party, and I couldn’t be prouder. Des’s class was a warlock, but her entire family also had a demon secondary class. When I’d been struggling with an unknown class, she’d used her family’s precious ritual to give me a demon secondary class and an advantage far beyond my current level. Although, she’d had some help from Crimson to get the materials. “It’s not fine.” I ran my hands through her long, purple hair. “Waking up alone is not nearly as fun.” She snorted. “Any night I’m not here, your Fieore is sneaking into your bed. You never sleep alone.” I gave her a guilty grin. “Jealous?” I took the water bottle from her, and it collapsed as I guzzled down the water. My morning practice sessions really worked up a thirst. “Not really.” She took the bottle from me and drank some while I wiped away some of the sweat on my face. “Fayeth is a great addition to our party. Actually, I’d love it if you fucked her and harmonized this soul thingy so that she was a permanent fixture of our party. You know, take one for the team.” She smirked. I sputtered into my towel, not quite expecting Desmonda to be so direct. “Tell me how you really feel.” When I pulled the towel down, she was eying me. “I’m horny. That’s how I really feel.” She raised the one eyebrow that wasn’t covered by her hair. “And you have a new locker room.” There was that succubus nature. She was the daughter