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(This is a dungeon core harem story!)

Sylvan is a nymph. A nymph who had lived his entire life protected by a barrier. Hiding the fact that his tree was a dungeon.

But now, someone took off the barrier! Tourists are besieging his tree, cutting off branches to use as presents!

He has only one option left before him: he must use the mind-altering mushrooms which he grows near his dungeon tree to stop people from chopping his tree down!

And it just so happens that he knows how to cook with a flare!

Follow him as he feeds those who want to cut off his tree, brainwashes them, and finally levels up his dungeon.

This was not a romance story... but then the kind vampire appeared, and the MC lost his heart.

Update @ 7 p.m.

Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don’t You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)

No one knew why the necromancers in the service of a king were called Boliari.

The necromancers in service of a lord were still called necromancers. Heck, even the temple necromancers of the God of Death were still called necromancers.

And those were supposed to be holy! They should have a fancy name, I thought to myself, as I edged towards the zombie part of the camp.

A three-layer sponge one with cream on top. I did not have strawberries, but we were at war…

The three Boliari in service of King Solas were Nick the Shadow, a former farmer who had suppressed his mana until his family had been murdered.

Nathaniel the Eye Eater, who may or may not have been the apprentice of Karl Lambert of Duria in his youth.

And, of course, Desmond the Blood Mage.

Chapter 22: Boliari