Gamers of the Underworld

One thousand Magic Stones were credited into the account.

Sherlock looked at the notification from his Magic Stone card. It was transferred from the Orc in front of him.

Sherlock knew that the Magic Stones from Arthur didn’t belong to him alone. The gamers had already spent 10,000 Magic Stones to construct the Teleport Portal before giving him the 1,000 Magic Stones.

The gamers had only known of Magic Stones for less than five months, and they didn’t have any professional skills to earn them. Moreover, Sherlock used various taxes and fees to solicit Magic Stones from the gamers. Yet, they were able to cough up that many Magic Stones.

If he allowed all of the gamers to go to the Dungeons of the Merchant Alliance to earn Magic Stones or gave them total freedom to pillage… Sherlock could imagine the possible consequences. He shook his head to dismiss the disastrous thoughts.

If he allowed that to happen, the Yggdrasill would be totally drained and withered. Even Sherlock would become a withered Devil.

That was highly possible.

“I’ll help you connect the Teleport Portal. I wish all of you the best of luck, warriors.”

Sherlock accepted the Magic Stones as he spoke to Arthur and the other Guild Chairmen. The gamers were unable to speak since Sherlock had activated the Plot Animation Mode.

Under the gamers’ gazes, Sherlock walked towards the Teleport Portal Main Hall. After a few months of expansion, the Teleport Portal Main Hall was the largest building in Eternal Kingdom. To cater to the future needs of the gamers, the Teleport Portal Main Hall was still expanding. The previous Teleport Portal had become an advanced Group Teleport Portal that could transport hundreds of creatures at once.

There were too many gamers using the Teleport Portal. If Group Teleport Portals weren’t used, it wouldn’t be enough for the gamers.

Even the Group Teleport Portals were being used intensively.

To cater to the increasing number of gamers, expansion of the territory wasn’t sufficient. The more important thing was Dungeon Planning and the construction of multi-story buildings. Fortunately, there were many gamers skilled in this area.

Sherlock only needed to create a post on the discussion forum and offer money and equipment as rewards, then the gamers would plan everything for him. The development of Eternal Kingdom and Victoria City had to be properly planned and implemented as soon as possible.

Fortunately, there was no civil unrest due to overcrowding and the lack of space. The gamers were focused on their Daily Missions, accumulating their equipment, and fighting with their enemies. They weren’t didn’t care about whether they had enough space to sleep at night or enough food.

The gamers only had to find a corner to get offline and rest for a while. Or they could find a Guild Stronghold before getting offline to rest!

The overcrowding couldn’t go on indefinitely. The new development and planning of Eternal Kingdom would take quite some time. But now, Sherlock was more concerned about the development at the farm after the activation of the Teleport Portal.

The Teleport Portal at the farm wasn’t just connected to Eternal Kingdom. It was routed to Venice and Winterfell before connecting to Eternal Kingdom. After the Teleport Portal settings were made by Sherlock, the routing was automatically done in the Teleport Portal. As such, the gamers were able to see the scenery of Venice and Winterfell during the Teleportation.

After Sherlock had connected the Teleport Portal, there were already impatient gamers who came out of the portal. They were the first batch of gamers who teleported to the farm.

They immediately started shouting.

“Gosh! Come and help! We need more help over here!”

“There are many Magic Stones! Come and grab them!”

There were only a few gamers who came out of the portal. They returned to the farm after shouting.

The gamers became excited when they heard about the Magic Stones. They started to queue up for the portal.

Sherlock frowned. Perhaps there was treasure at the farm? Was a Magic Stone mine underneath the farm?

Sherlock didn’t have to teleport to the farm to find out. He only needed to observe what the gamers were doing.

He took out a crystal ball and infused his Mana into it, then started to observe the gamers.

In the images, an Orc, Peasant, was wearing a yellow safety helmet and directing the gamers who exited the Teleport Portal. The gamers were to queue up, register, and collect their safety helmets and work uniforms.

Sherlock frowned and infused more Mana. Soon, voices were heard.

“Queue up properly. Don’t jump the queue. Otherwise, you won’t have the chance to work. Orcs and Gnomes on the left side, Goblins and Houndhead Men on the right side. Everyone must wear a safety helmet. Otherwise, you’re not allowed to enter!” Peasant shouted loudly while he maintained order at the site.

“Don’t jump the queue. Don’t jump the queue! Lots of workers are required. Don’t be impatient!”

“Everyone is limited to a day’s work. You can’t cope even if you wanted to!”

“Two Magic Stones for a day’s work? Is that for real?”

…

Sherlock interrupted his Mana flow into the crystal ball. The voices and images vanished. Before he asked, Bru said, “Lord Sherlock, I recorded down the images. Please take a look.”

On the computer screen, the images depicted hundreds of gamers and Moroes at the construction site entrance surrounding three Sludge Monster security guards. Then, a Werewolf who was wearing a safety helmet came and told the gamers that he was short-handed. He offered two Magic Stones for a day’s work. The gamers started to fill in the application forms and collect their safety helmets. A few of the gamers started to work at the construction site.

Moroes also obtained a safety helmet and sat in a daze with the three Sludge Monsters. He had become a security guard like his previous job in Winterfell.

The Werewolf manager indicated that he required more workers. After the gamers told him about the Teleport Portal, the Werewolf requested more help.

The later scenes were what Sherlock had witnessed.

“Lord Sherlock, don’t worry. I’ll assign them missions to force them to do what they’re supposed to do.”

Bru was embarrassed that the gamers were bribed by the two Magic Stones per day salary. Sherlock stopped Bru and said, “No, let them work. Isn’t this profitable?”

A gamer could earn two Magic Stones per day, so 10,000 gamers would earn 20,000 Magic Stones per day.

“Stop talking. Let them work diligently!”