My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“My time is short.” I looked over the crowds of bloodthirsty cheering people. “Let’s put up a notice of recruitment, and then get out of here.”

As I turned to walk away, a voice spoke over the intercom. “And next up, we have the Bastard Brute versus the Catgirl of Doom!”

Two people walked out onto the stage. One of them was a large brutish man with muscles rippling muscles who wasn’t wearing a shirt. In the other was a woman who had her entire body hidden behind tight black leather. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her face was covered with a mask that was also shaped like a cat. She had two cat ears poking out of her head though and a long black tail behind, meaning she was genuinely a catgirl.

“Here, here… little pussy.” The man spoke in a gruff voice, causing some of the audience to laugh.

For some reason, seeing the catgirl brought a strange feeling of familiarity. I found myself unable to look away. A bell rang, and the man immediately lunged forward. He was surprisingly fast for his size, and it looked like he had wanted to use that to his advantage to quickly crush the catgirl. However, she was even faster, and her body nearly blurred as she dodged his attack. That was from my perspective, so from a commoner’s perspective, it likely appeared as she had teleported.

The man had thrown his attack down, creating a large boom, but the girl had disappeared. Even he looked shocked and confused. He didn’t even have time to recover as he was struck from behind. He slammed into the post, and then spun around with a roar, throwing out a punch. The catgirl flipped back, avoiding his strike.

This only seemed to make him angrier, and he attacked again. However, her extremely swift movements allowed her to dodge and attack, then dodge and attack again. As she moved, her actions grew increasingly familiar to me. She was a speed combat fighter. I could see that class without God and Devil Eye. The only other woman I had seen with such a class was Lydia. However, there was something else about the way she moved. It was far too familiar.

“Stop dodging me!” The man bellowed. “Why don’t you fight me like a man?”

That call caused him to receive several boos and about of mocking laughter. This fight that had seemed like it’d fall in one direction was quickly falling in the opposite direction. He had powerful attacks, but unless he could lock down an opponent, they were useless. They used all of his strength, and he was growing exhausted.

“X-slash!” The woman glowed and activated a skill.

She made slicing gestures with her arms, and it was at this point I had lost all doubt. That had been one of Lydia’s skills! It was an Advanced Swordsman skill. It was unlikely a catgirl as young as she would already be a level ten advanced swordsman. That could only mean that this likely was Lydia. She wasn’t dead, but she was fighting here in an underground arena?

“Lydia!” I shouted out.

However, as her opponent fell, the crowds stood up and started cheering. My call was lost in the screams and shouts. She turned around and left the stage without another word, disappearing from my sight.