My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

If there was one thing that I was confident about, it was my ability to cook delicious meals. Since the scent of raw meat did nothing for the zombie, then perhaps cooking it with spices would work. I only had one hand, so it was difficult, but I did my best to create the finished roast rabbit I could. The fat was melting off the stick, dripping into the fire below with little sizzling sounds.

I could feel the girl salivating against my poor hand, so I was growing more confident that this would work. That’s when I noticed the faces of everyone else present gulping and nearly drooling over themselves. I let out a sigh. Somehow, I had volunteered to cook for everyone.

{Cook has increased to level 25.}

{Your cooking has reached another level, you’ve unlocked the job Chef.}

{You have unlocked the skill, Improved Taste.}

Although I had put no particular time into Cook, I still had my experience multiplier that times things by ten. Every time I cooked was like a normal person cooking the same thing ten times. In fact, my speed might be faster than that because I also had Advance Learning up several tiers. I wasn’t certain how Advance Learning played a part in experience, but it helped you become better with skills, master them quicker, and ultimately earn the next job tier.

As luck would have it, I seemed to have just reached the 2nd tier of cooking, Chef. Ahh… Faeyna would not be pleased about that. Perhaps with her Maid Hero open, she’d also be earning experience quicker and her cooking would level up as well. What was Improved Taste? Did my food just become better tasting because I was a Chef now? I felt bad for all cooks in the world.

However, when I tested out a bite, my eyes widened. Improved Tastebuds! I could detect far more flavor. Rather, I could easily separate the six types of flavors and more easily understand what was missing. It was more than that. I was detecting other flavors, flavors that existed outside of the range of the human tongue, but influenced taste in ways that humans couldn’t even understand, like in the ways ultraviolet and infrared light could affect a person even though they couldn’t see them. That was seriously a skill I didn’t even know I wanted until I got it.

“Ggggrrrr…”

I had been focused on my findings when such a growl sounded out. I looked up to see Alysia blushing. I dished out the food quickly, holding up the best piece for the zombie.

“Nmmm!” She looked away.

Even though she was drooling enough, and my hand was getting wet, this was rejected. Alysia was staring at the meat in my hand, having already devoured her own. It was just a small rabbit split four ways, after all. I handed her the rabbit, suddenly losing my appetite. Feeling a bit frustrated, I reached into a cabinet and pulled out my stress food, a candy bar. I tried to limit how many I bought so I wouldn’t end up fat again, but sometimes I just needed sugar. I took a bite and closed my eyes, trying to think if I really would have to cut off my hand.

“Ah!”

I blinked, looking down to see the zombie had let go of my hand.

“What?”

“Ah! Ah!” She pointed at her mouth.

Her eyes flickered to thing in my hand, like an expectant dog waiting for a treat? I blinked, looking at the candy bar with a single bite out of it. I slowly broke off a piece and then popped it in her mouth. She immediately started chewing. She ate it quick though, and immediately at another piece.

“Ah! Ah!” She declared again, her mouth open.

I popped off another piece, but then stopped half way to her mouth. “Your promise not to bite me again?”

She nodded, and I gave her the piece. She ate it, and then looked longingly at the bar, although she didn’t ask for more.

“If I give you more candy… will you let me be your Master?”

The girl thought about it for a second, and then she nodded.

{You have tamed the monster, zombie queen.}

{Dark Priest has increased to level 25.}

{For seducing the undead, you have unlocked the job, Necromancer.}

“Just like that?”