My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer

The journey to the dungeon was uncomfortable.

Mainly because Aria wouldn’t stop talking.

”Master, are you tired? Would you like me to carry something? Would you like me to carry you? I can do it. I’m strong. Well, not as strong as before I died, but...”

”Aria.”

”Yes, Master?”

”Quiet.”

”Of course, Master!”

Aria lasted three seconds in silence.

”Master, can I ask something?”

Mark sighed for the tenth time since the journey had begun.

’This is going to take forever...’

The entrance was exactly as Mark remembered it.

”Home sweet home,” Mark muttered with sarcasm.

”Are we going to live here?” Aria asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. ”How thrilling! Where will I sleep? Can I sleep with you, Master? Can I...?”

”Aria,” Ely’s voice dropped to a dangerously low tone, ”we need to talk.”

”About what?”

”About the rules.”

Aria blinked, confused.

”Rules?”

”Yes... rules.”

Ely crossed her arms, her expression serious.

”Rule number one: The Master is our master, and we exist to please him, protect him, and obey him... but above all, we do not suffocate him.”

”But I’m not suffocating him...”

”Rule number two,” Ely continued, ignoring her, ”we respect his personal space... we do not throw ourselves at him without permission.”

”But—”

”Rule number three: There is a hierarchy. I am first, Yuki is second, and you are third... understood?”

Aria frowned, clearly annoyed.

”But the Master killed me personally with his own hands. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?”

Ely opened her mouth to respond... and then closed it.

She had no answer for that.

”Look,” she said at last, ”just... try not to be so annoying, alright?”

”Annoying?”

Aria seemed genuinely hurt.

”I’m not annoying, I’m just... enthusiastic.”

Yuki, who had remained silent the entire time, simply nodded.

”Enthusiastic,” she repeated, and there was a faint touch of amusement in her voice.

Mark decided to step in before things turned into a full argument.

”Girls, let’s focus. We’re here for a reason: we need to reach the bottom of this dungeon and establish a base. We can debate the harem hierarchy later.”

All three looked at him.

”Harem?” Ely repeated.

’Damn... did I say that out loud?’

”I... meant team. Team. We’re a team.”

”He said harem,” Aria sang out, almost gleefully. ”We’re his harem, Master! How wonderful!”

”Aria, please.”

”Sorry, Master!”

Mark could only sigh and head toward the dungeon entrance.

’Here we go.’

With that, the four of them descended into the dungeon.

The first floor was exactly as Mark remembered: damp stone corridors, torches burning with green fire, and the smell of death and decay.

And monsters.

Lots of monsters.

Skeleton warriors patrolled the hallways, their bones creaking with every step.

Zombies dragged themselves around corners, groaning softly.

Specters drifted near the ceiling, their translucent forms glowing faintly.

But none of them attacked — unlike before.

In fact, none of them even looked up.

A skeleton walked right past Mark, close enough to touch... and simply kept going.

It was as if Mark didn’t exist to them.

”Master,” Aria whispered, ”why aren’t they attacking us?”

”According to what Ely explained to me, it’s my Aura,” Mark said, keeping his voice low. ”Evil monsters, undead, and dark creatures don’t see me as a threat... they see me more as their lord.”

”And us?”

”You’re undead. Technically, you’re part of the dungeon now. So they ignore you too.”

And so they continued descending until they reached the second floor, finding more of the same: stronger monsters, but just as indifferent to their presence.

A zombie ogre — at least three meters tall, with rotting muscles that still looked dangerous — walked past them without even growling.

”This wasn’t here before,” Mark murmured.

Their passage through the second floor continued without incident until they reached the spot on the third floor where they had found Yuki.

Mark recognized it immediately.

”It was here,” Yuki said quietly, looking at the place where she had died. ”This is where everything ended. And where everything began again.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then Aria broke it.

”How romantic! The Master saved you from death and gave you a new life! It’s like a fairy tale!”

”It’s not a fairy tale,” Ely said flatly. ”It’s necromancy.”

”Romantic necromancy!”

Mark decided to ignore that conversation and keep moving.

”Alright, from here it’s uncharted territory... I don’t know what’s below because the last time we were here we turned back as soon as we found Yuki, and since she doesn’t remember anything we have no information. Understood?”

”Yes, Master!”

”Of course, Master.”

”Understood, Master.”

All three answered one after another, and then they descended to the fourth floor.

On the fourth floor, things changed.

The corridors were wider, darker, and the green torches had been replaced by crystals glowing with a purple light.

And the monsters...

”That’s a death knight,” Ely whispered, pointing to an enormous figure at the end of the hallway.

Full black armor, a massive sword dripping dark energy, and an aura of power that made the air feel heavy.

The death knight noticed their presence and turned toward them.

Mark tensed, bracing for a fight.

But the knight simply looked at them, as if there were nothing unusual about this at all.

For a long moment, nothing happened.

Then the knight gave a small nod — almost respectful — and turned back, continuing its patrol.

”Well,” Mark said, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. ”Didn’t see that coming.”

”It seems your aura works on more than just low-level monsters, Master,” Yuki said.

”So it seems...”

And so the four of them continued descending.

The following floors passed in a strange kind of routine: each level more dangerous than the last, with stronger monsters and deadlier traps.

The number of creatures also increased with every descent, but none attacked.

Fifth floor. Sixth. Seventh.

Mark lost count of how many high-level skeletons, specters, and abominations walked past them without a second glance.

It was as if they were invisible.

Or worse — as if they were part of the dungeon’s furniture.

”This is still too easy,” Ely murmured as a lesser demon ignored them completely.

Eighth floor. Ninth. Tenth.

Finally, after what felt like hours of steady descent, they arrived.

The end of the tenth floor opened into a massive chamber.

And in the center of the chamber stood a door.

Not a normal door.

A towering black stone door, easily ten meters high, covered in runes that glowed blood-red.

And from the door, Mark could feel something.

Power.

Pure, brutal power.

”The boss,” Yuki said with her usual calm.

”Definitely,” Ely agreed, a hint of excitement in her voice. ”Finally something interesting.”

Aria moved closer to Mark — not out of fear, but enthusiasm.

”Master, can I show off my skills? Can I be useful? Please!”

Mark studied the door for a moment, feeling the power radiating from the other side.

It was strong. Very strong.

But then he looked at his three companions: three Rank SSS adventurers, each specialized in something different.

Ely with her brutal combat power. Yuki with her lethal speed and stealth. Aria with her support magic that could amplify them both even further.

Together, they were practically unstoppable.

And he had the ability to revive anyone who fell.

Technically, they couldn’t lose.

”Even for a Rank S dungeon,” Mark said at last, a smile forming on his face, ”we should be able to handle this with relative ease.”

”That’s the spirit, Master,” Ely smiled, her hand already resting on her sword’s hilt.

”Then,” Yuki said, her daggers appearing in her hands, ”shall we go in?”

Mark walked up to the door and placed his hand on the cold stone.

”Let’s go in,” Mark said before pushing the door open.