Gamers of the Underworld

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“No problem.”

Sherlock took out a precious white pearl and said, “Due to time constraints, I’ll omit the background information and other nonsense. Simply put, this is called the Doppelganger Precious Pearl, and it’s what allowed Samael to walk out of the Spirit World. It isn’t very useful to anyone aside from Devil Kings that want to get out of the Spirit World. However, if we use this item as an intermediary station for the Underworld, we can invade the Surface World a few hundred years in advance.”

“Invade the Surface World?”

“That’s correct!” Sherlock said firmly.

“Without a huge army, we’ll be surrounded by humans if we invade the Surface World. With the Doppelganger Precious Pearl, we can set up a Dungeon Core on the Surface World and expand our Dungeon. The most important thing is that we can recruit the Surface World’s races.”

“Recruit humans and fairies?” Lilo asked. “What has this got to do with the conquest of the Heavenly Kingdom?”

“The Surface World has a lot of resources that we need, and it’s all easy to obtain. It’s not practical for the Underworld races to maneuver within the Surface World. By using the Surface World races, we can obtain the resources easily. We can plant herbs that can’t be cultivated in the Underworld. We can obtain rare ores and clay that has sunshine flavor. The hot and spicy flavored clay will definitely be popular with the Underworld races.”

Sherlock spoke excitedly, but Lilo calmly responded, “I’m only hearing of a merchant’s crude plan of earning money. It’s not what I’m interested in, which is the conquest of the Heavenly Kingdom.”

“No, you have a misunderstanding of the conquest of Heavenly Kingdom, Lilo.” Sherlock shook his head and said, “If you want to conquer the Heavenly Kingdom, what do you need? Manpower and equipment. It all requires Magic Stones! Earning money is our first step towards defeating the Heavenly Kingdom.”

“You are now making sense.”

Lilo nodded and pondered for a while.

“I have another matter for you to consider,” Sherlock said solemnly.

“I intend to build the Surface World Dungeon in the near future. I’ll assign 5,000 citizens to enter the Surface World cities and work. Eternal Kingdom has to expand. With the reward from the Merchant Alliance and the compensation from the Spirit World, I’ll be busy negotiating the terms. Therefore, I’ll be unable to manage the Surface World affairs. The Dungeon Core also requires a large amount of Mana…”

“Wait, I can understand what you’ve said. As for the Mana supply, isn’t your Mana pool sufficient? Even the most common superior Devil is able to supply Mana to a Dungeon with 100,000 citizens.” Lilo frowned as she asked.

“No, the situation is different. The main area for supplying Mana isn’t the Dungeon. When the time comes, you’ll know,” Sherlock said vaguely. Lilo didn’t ask any further.

For the construction of the Surface World Stronghold, Sherlock intended to spend time discussing it with Lilo. It wasn’t easy to understand the details in a short time.

Sherlock had to return to the Conference Hall and continue the discussion regarding the reward and compensation.

…

Blacksmith Simba was very busy recently.

With the commissioning of the Large Furnace, he taught countless apprentices. But those green-skinned creatures preferred to approach him to repair equipment.

Also, only Simba could help to improve the equipment.

“Dang—!”

Simba hammered down violently. He looked at the repaired equipment and threw it to the Gnome in front. He shouted at the long queue outside, “It’s my rest time. Come back tomorrow!”

“Ah! It’s only one o’clock in the morning!”

“Are you closing that early today?”

“I’ve just started doing my Daily Mission! Please don’t do this!”

The gamers complained, but the experienced Simba was unmoved. He almost smiled with satisfaction.

Simba returned to his house, and his cousin Mufasa and Skills Trainer Moroes brought bloody chrysanthemum tea over.

It wasn’t the first time they had visited Simba. They quickly found a place to sit down. Simba lit up metal sticks and passed them out.

“Zi, zi, zi…”

Moroes puffed on his metal stick, and green smoke rose up.

“Did you hear about it in the meeting yesterday? The Dungeon is recruiting again. This time, it’s increasing to 5,000 creatures.”

“It’s scary. Lord Sherlock started from 100 and rose to 5,000 creatures within such a short time. How did he do it?”

Mufasa was full of admiration.

“Let him recruit. We’ll just do our jobs properly.”

Simba smoked his metal stick while he adjusted the tools in his hands in preparation for tomorrow’s work.

“Yes, how’s Beast doing?” Moroes asked in a low voice.

“Still the same. But I heard that his father-in-law chased him out because he knew about Andrew’s conspiracy…” Simba whispered.

“Ah? If that’s the case, Dungeon Lord Onionhead was protecting Beast?” Mufasa also whispered.

“Who knows? According to Brainiac, a powerful creature like Samael is able to threaten Onionhead easily.”

Simba puffed out smoke and said, “Regardless, it’s not related to us.”

“Aiya, the recent incidents have been scary.” Moroes shook his head. “My wife asked if I’m the instructor of those heroes, and I’m embarrassed.”

“What? My mom asked me the same question…” Mufasa was surprised.

Simba didn’t say anything. He turned his head to look out the window.

The green-skinned creatures were busy carrying bricks. They were excavating new lands in preparation for the coming of new members.

Who would have thought that these normal-looking but insane green-skinned creatures would save Winterfell three times?