Gamers of the Underworld

Moroes sat dejectedly at the stairs in front of his house. Though his movie was completed, it would still be some time before it was released, as it had to be packaged and promoted. The movie would be shown at a movie theater that was still being constructed in the old district of Winterfell.

The movie theater was only recently constructed. Sherlock intended to make some profit from the movie that the gamers had produced with Moroes.

When Moroes returned home with his completed movie and wanted to show to his wife, he discovered that she had already left home. Only a divorce agreement was placed on the table.

His wife knew that he wasn’t at home. Why would she leave the divorce agreement on the table?

Moroes wanted to inquire about it at the related departments of the Merchant Alliance, but after reading a letter left by his wife, he decided not to.

“I’m going to be the girlfriend of a Magic Stone mine owner’s son. Don’t disturb me, poor Gnome!”

“Ah… my lost love and marriage…” Moroes lowered his head and drank in despair…

“Gosh, he’s awesome! Arthur contacted many Guilds. Even Changan City and its allied Guilds are interested in joining. All Guild wars have been halted because of this farm mission. All of the gamers are going to kill Devil King Mammon!”

“That’s awesome. A Teleport Portal is so expensive, and Sherlie is charging a fee. If the Guilds don’t unite, it’ll be a huge problem to journey to the farm.”

“That’s right. Devil King Mammon is going to die this time!”

The warriors of Eternal Kingdom were chatting wildly. They postulated that Devil King Mammon would be killed this time. Normally, Moroes would also say that it was awesome in his heart and pretend that nothing had happened. But now, he had a burning desire. He threw away his wine bottle, stood up, and shouted to the nearby Goblins, “Where’s that farm? I’m going too!”

…

Arthur’s plan was carried out smoothly. Though there were conflicts among the Guilds, they weren’t actually deep-seated hatred. During critical junctures, the Guilds could unite together for a common goal, just like now.

A single Guild wasn’t able to complete the farm mission with the huge deterrent of the long journey.

The Guilds uniting to construct a Teleport Portal at the farm was the best solution.

Nobody could complain about not being able to participate in the mission.

After paying the construction costs of the Teleport Portal and dishing out the connection fee to Lord Sherlock, the gamers formed a group of dozens of members to escort the Teleport Portal construction worker to the farm. Moroes also insisted on following the group to the farm.

Additionally, Moroes applied for leave.

“Lord Sherlock! I have completed the proceedings for my divorce.”

“You’re divorced? Hmm, that’s pretty good. I mean, don’t be sad. Think on the bright side. You’ll have more energy to concentrate on your work, isn’t that so?”

“That’s right, Lord Sherlock. In order to serve you, please allow me to follow your servants to the farm and fight Devil King Mammon. Only then can I improve!”

“You must be very depressed. If I ask you to stay, you’ll not be able to concentrate on your work. You’ll follow them to the farm and be the NPC.”

“NPC?”

“You’ll assign missions, create some Plots, and listen to my orders, just like the previous missions.”

Moroes applied for leave and left for the farm, becoming the NPC.

However, Moroes felt that he wasn’t on leave.

He didn’t mind. Instead of worrying about his leave, he should be concerned about improving himself in a difficult situation!

That was what Moroes thought as he sat on a Beetlemon.

“Moroes, are you divorced? Do you want me to assassinate your wife? No, I mean, your ex-wife?”

“I’m in shock. Lancelot and Duke Guinevere were just married, and Moroes got a divorce. The game has updated its NPC Marriage System. Why can’t gamers get married?”

“The gamers can get married if they find a witness at the Merchant Alliance Office. Or they can find Sherlie to officiate the wedding.”

“Can Sherlie officiate a wedding? Stop kidding. The fees will be at least 10,000 Magic Stones.”

“Sherlie is money-minded. He’s stopping short of charging us for breathing air.”

“Shh, stop talking. If Sherlie got to know about this, he’d charge us for breathing air!”

The gamers chatted enthusiastically on the Beetlemon. They weren’t nervous about the impending battle. It was as though they were touring instead of fighting Devil King Mammon.

That was their personality. No matter what problem they faced, they would be optimistic. They were the warriors of Eternal Kingdom.

Moroes wished he could be as brave as the warriors.

He looked into the distance.

There were many Beetlemons queuing up to enter a tunnel.

…

Golden-haired George sat in a daze inside the prison. Outside of the prison was a tortoise who was watching the prisoners intently.

The prison wardens included the Black Dragon, a black kitten, a parrot, and a tortoise. No, it was a turtle.

Golden-haired George had observed the different personalities of the four prison wardens.

The Black Dragon would use a Mana Device that emitted white rays. The portable Mana Device could be folded and would make loud and soft ringing sounds. The Black Dragon would hammer the Mana device furiously at times and shout various things, such as:

“Gosh, are you that wise? Don’t you know that there is a 98K aiming at you?”

“Save me! Save me!”

“OT! OT! Gosh! Silly dude!”

“I’m dying! I’m dying! Gosh! Silly dude, heal yourself!”

“Dodging skill! Dodging skill! Gosh! Silly dude, inflict damage!”

George was unable to understand Eggface. He only knew that the Black Dragon looked angry.

The black kitten and parrot were always chatting together, so George didn’t know who was on duty.

The most diligent prison warden was the turtle. It was almost impossible to escape. The turtle would glare fiercely if the prisoners spoke a little bit louder.

Golden-haired George and the prisoners didn’t have the energy to escape.

His handsome face had become dull, his skin was pale after he was deprived of the sun, and his chin was filled with an unkempt beard.

What about their sanitary conditions? The prisoners were soaked in a strange liquid, so there were no sanitary concerns. They weren’t allowed to bathe after soaking in the liquid. While they were in the liquid, they would be transported to a tall building where there were many female students with mini-skirts. They could attend classes every day. It was a wonderful experience.

As he was about to enroll in a university, his gaming talent would be discovered. He would train in computer games for 20 hours per day. As a reserve gamer, he could only eat the remnants after the main gamers had completed their meals. During training, he was allowed to sit. He had to stand while training.

The most depressing part was that he would lose the critical tournament due to his fault and be subjected to violent abuses on the internet…

That was only an example. His experiences were different every time he was locked in the Mana Device. Whatever the experience, the result would be the same. It would be happiness, followed by extreme sadness. Or it would be an unbearable and painful life from the onset.

After being mentally tortured, when he opened his eyes, he would return to the terrifying Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

According to what Golden-haired George learned, he postulated that his soul was being drained of Mana during the repeated experiences. The violent variance in his emotions provided the energy for producing the Mana. Devils could make use of physical violence to obtain Mana, but the victim would lose their life.

However, Sherlock didn’t resort to cruel and physical violence.

To George, Sherlock wasn’t compassionate. After repeated experiences in the Mana Device, his energy became weaker and weaker. He could no longer feel the Mana in his body.

Without Mana, his power would be diminished. It was a problem whether he could lift his weapon to fight in a battle.

No! George could no longer take it!

Golden-haired George became serious. He looked at the black kitten and turtle, who were changing shifts. The black kitten was pawing the turtle’s shell while showing a scornful expression. George couldn’t help but recall incidences of office violence.

It was a phrase he learned in the fantasy land, and it was related to one of his lives in it.

This was his opportunity. The black kitten warden wasn’t diligent. He had to open the prison gate and knock the black kitten unconscious. Then he could escape!

That was his perfect plan.

George formulated his plan in a short time and was prepared to implement it.

Suddenly, the prison gate opened. The black kitten stood at the doorway and shouted at the prisoners, “Come out. You’re all of no value. You can return to the Surface World. Queue up properly.”

George didn’t understand. His gaze was focused as he made up his mind before he charged at Polio.

George cried as he shouted, “I just came out. Don’t put me inside. I don’t want to take part in computer game tournaments!”