Gamers of the Underworld Chapter 183 - Prepare Well

It was another day in Eternal Kingdom. All citizens worked extremely hard.

The tall Lord Sherlock put his hands behind his back and walked in the Dungeon.

Little Fairy’s, or more appropriately Raintea’s Medicine Concoction Platform, was completed three days after Sherlock returned to the Dungeon.

The Medicine Concoction Platform was placed next to the Teleport Portal Main Hall.

The Dungeon was currently designated with the Dungeon Lord Main Hall Area, Living Quarters Area, Warehouse Area, Commercial Area, Industrial Area, and Guild Area.

Each area was in development. Sherlock was planning the Mana Area for Mana-related activities. For example, the Medicine Concoction Platform, Alchemy Platform, and Magical Items Workshop were to be placed in the area.

The location was behind the Teleport Portal Main Hall. To excavate the Mana Area required quite a bit of time.

After surveying one round and seeing the gamers working diligently, Sherlock was relieved. He went to the Mana Engineering Project Hall in the Industrial Area.

It was an empty s.p.a.ce with all sorts of messy materials.

They were currently constructing the Dragon bone structure of the Airs.h.i.+p. According to Yoda, once the structure was completed, the remaining tasks were easier.

The Dragon bone structure was made of expensive Adamantine Ore.

Sherlock glanced twice and looked away. That was his Magic Stones burning!

Sherlock returned to the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. Before he activated the computer, “Winterfell Seasonal Digest” was delivered via the flames.

“This must be Brainiac’s newspaper? I feel Brainiac is a very good employee…” Bru said.

Sherlock didn’t respond. He started reading the newspaper. As expected, there were tons of advertis.e.m.e.nts:

“To celebrate the Merchant Alliance’s total victory, all Daily Necessities Shops are offering a 1% discount! Once in a century opportunity. Don’t miss out on it! After the discount, a 10 Magic Stones item cost 10 Magic Stones!”

“Oriental Magician College is offering the latest controversial Crystal Ball product—’Find your soulmate’. To discover your soulmate, use the ‘Find your soulmate’ Crystal Ball. If you spend a Magic Stone, you will get to see the birth scene of your soulmate! If there is no indication of any scenes, we are not scamming you. This means you don’t have any soulmate, hahahaha!”

“Free tour! Free tour! A free tour without having to bring any of your Magic Stones. Jewelry Shops, Restaurants, Magical Items Shop, Underground Nursery… over a hundred shops waiting for you to tour! Remember to bring your Magic Stone card.”

“Opening of ‘n.o.ble’ Hairstyling Salon. Perm your favorite bald head. If you top up your member’s card, you will have three free hair perming chances.”

…

Sherlock looked through all the advertis.e.m.e.nts, but he wasn’t interested in any. He looked at the news in the small column.

“Total victory! The Teleport Portal of Ancient Ruins No. 85 is being sealed. Eternal Fire had excellent contributions to the victory. We are honored to interview the frontline Commander Beefb.a.l.l.s. The content of the interview is as follows:

Reporter: Greetings commander, I am a reporter of ‘Winterfell Seasonal Digest’. Can I ask you a few questions?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: I am busy. Please be quick.

Reporter: Do you want me to censor the content?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: It’s not necessary.

Reporter: We know that Commander Beefb.a.l.l.s is an outstanding general. How did you lead everybody to win this war?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: My family has been supporting me. I looked at photographs of my wife and my unborn daughter to think of those genius tactics.

Reporter: I see, Beefb.a.l.l.s is a family guy. Can we take a look at the photographs?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: Of course. Here.

Reporter: (Picture) Wah, is your wife giving birth soon?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: Yes, my wife is giving birth soon.

Reporter: Are the war remunerations high?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: The remunerations cannot be compared to previous times.

Reporter: Ah, what is that ring?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: I intend to give it to my lover.

Reporter: What do you have to say to the Ancient G.o.ds army?

Beefb.a.l.l.s: Your lives are like the dying candles in the wind!

Reporter: Thank you, Commander Beefb.a.l.l.s, for today’s interview. We shall end here.

This is the content for the seasonal digest.”

Sherlock put down the newspaper as Bru said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’m in favor of this Commander Beefb.a.l.l.s, but since he was reported on in the news, he won’t live for long.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Do you think that the Ancient G.o.ds army will make a comeback?”

Sherlock activated his computer and browsed the forum.

“Though I think that there is no chance of that, Lord Sherlock, if the war ends so soon, we won’t be able to cut the trees at Underground Forest No. 3,” Bru said with regrets. “We’ve just cut the trees for a few days. I was thinking of leveling the forest to a plain. When Winterfell asks us, we’ll say, ‘What forest? Isn’t this a plain?’”

“The idea’s good.” Sherlock nodded and said, “However, if we cut too many trees, Winterfell won’t stand back and do nothing.”

“What shall we do? Lord Sherlock, are we giving up the forest? It’s a pity…”

Sherlock didn’t reply. A fire lit up in the air, and a letter was spat out.

Sherlock picked up the letter with the words:

“To Lord Sherlock of Eternal Kingdom—Winterfell Dungeon Lord Office”

“Respectable Lord Sherlock:

We are now at the closing phase of the war against the Ancient G.o.ds army. Victory is confirmed.

To express grat.i.tude to Lord Sherlock and your warriors for the courageous sacrifices and brave fights, we prepared a sumptuous banquet for all of you. Please kindly attend our night banquet 15 days later. At the same time, we have prepared a generous amount of food which will be delivered to your Dungeon.

Love from the Merchant Alliance.”

The envelope had other benefits cards, discount cards, and shopping cards.

“The Merchant Alliance seems friendly and civil. Who does Lord Sherlock intend to bring along for the banquet? Shall we prepare?” Bru asked.

“Indeed, we have to prepare well,” Sherlock said as he pondered.