Several weeks have passed since the patched-up fleet of the Paramanium Empire was sent back to lick their wounds. The first semester at my Magic Academy had started as well and everything was peaceful right now.

There was no sign of danger or suspicious individuals lurking around. Although I let the Adventurers Guild know they can open an office here and have adventurers sent out to level up in my dungeon, it appeared as though there were still some glitches to be solved.

Even now, I remember the moment when I first opened my eyes in this strange new world... I thought like a naive little human, constantly worrying about little things like the lives of those beneath me.

How foolish...

“We're under attack! Protect the base!” shouted the pathetic men who were supposed to guard this establishment.

I paid no heed to their cries as I stormed in on horseback. My stallion neighed as it jumped over the small barricade, and with one slash, I ended the life of one of them. The other was met with a pair of hooves to the face.

“Hahaha! Don't keep all the fun to yourself, my Prince!” shouted Braigun, one of my draconian knights.

The curse of a Godlike Dungeon Lord was something not even the most powerful of our priests could remove. It was bound to my flesh and the very Magic Energy that flowed within my body. No matter how much I would struggle or for how long, the end result was going to be the same... Unless I satisfied its conditions, I was going to face a most horrible death.

Since that fateful day... six months had come to pass, and many things changed within the Aunnar Kingdom. All political power laid in my brother's hands, while I acted as a Prime Minister. Right now, I saw it as a worthy position for me, but back then my thoughts weren't as such.

When I came through, I was in the middle of the forest, somewhere far away from Fellyore Magic Academy, or at least what was left of it after my battle with that accursed Dungeon Lord.

My body was cold, and I felt pain everywhere. It was hard to move even a finger, let alone an arm or a leg. My vision was blurry, and I could barely pull the air into my lungs. To make things worse, I was dressed in nothing but the loincloth covering my shame.

Before I begin to tell you my story, I suppose some sort of introduction is required?

My name is Tuberculus Firerage. I am what one may call… a High Mage. To be noted, I am different from an Archmage. The latter is far more powerful version of a Mage who can do what a High Mage can do, but in every magic specialization…

Oh? Yes, I may have strayed a little bit from my story, but I promise you that it was all worth it!

What? Skip to the action? Sigh… Young folk these days have no respect for the elderly…

Once I got rid of the last circle, I attacked the rats, and only after that did I go after my friends. I found Tuberculus groaning from a terrible burn to his face. Apparently, Rufus hit him at point blank with a fireball and singed his beard, mustache, and eyebrows. The poor bastard even managed to step into a fire trap and got the top of his head burned off as well. It was a bit funny to look at him, but it was no laughing matter. I picked him up and followed the trail of dead rats.

“Nyahaha! A dungeon! A dungeon after such a long time! Feels like the good ol’ days, doesn’t it?!” I laughed as I gave Tuberculus a pat on the back.

I was so excited to finally be able to explore an unknown dungeon after so may years that I didn’t care if it was one with 400 floors or just two! Illsy said it had only two, so we were expecting to finish it in two hours or so, maybe three if we looked around a bit more and made a complete map of the place.

Now that I remember, this small event actually took place not long after Illsy made Shanteya his slave.

I have to say though, when I first saw that el’doraw woman, my mind went straight to the size of her chest. She had a lovely bosom, but it irked me for some reason. Maybe it was because in my current form I was of a smaller size? Well, at that time, I pretended it didn’t bother me too much, but on the inside was another story. I raged for a few minutes.

Our numbers were reduced from 40 to 25 as a result of encountering a pack of aggressive monsters of at least Master Rank and then stumbling into a knight escort. It was an unexpected misfortune, but there was no turning back now, we almost reached our target's location.

Among my comrades, I alone was the most injured, but I could still run, I could still fight, I could still kill if ordered to.