Gamers of the Underworld (Web Novel)

In a room full of Marvel Comics posters, a Blind Monk figurine from “League of Legends” was placed on the table.

A youth opened the bedroom door and walked in. He threw his black school bag to the side and entered the gaming capsule, which was beside the bed.

He closed the gaming capsule and pushed some buttons. Then his awareness was channeled to the “Gaming World”.

…

[Logging in]

[Character: SealHeadLingChong]

[Race: Houndhead Man]

[Confirm to proceed]

…

A Houndhead Man opened his eyes and sat up on the empty ground. He had the words “SealHeadLingChong” above his head.

Beside him, a Gnome said miserably, “My father got me to build our house in the village. After that, I became very skilled! This game is too hardcore! I’m an Otaku, but I can build houses!”

The Gnome threw his shield on the ground, and another Gnome said happily, “I obtained full marks on my math exam. I told my math teacher that I learned mathematics by playing games. He thought I was kidding.”

“Don’t talk about it. After playing this game, the knowledge that I gained is more than what I learned in school…”

A few Gnomes were chatting while SealHeadLingChong shook his head to clear his mind. Then he took out a packet of clay from his backpack. He ate while he strolled outside.

The house occupied 200 square meters. The first level was completed. There was a sign that said, “Springfield Flower Kindergarten”, on the door.

“TakeASpearHit! Dragonborn!”

SealHeadLingChong shouted twice but didn’t get any response. He walked along the surrounding wall to the back of the house. A few Darting Birds were secured to a horizontal wooden beam, which was buried deep into the ground.

SealHeadLingChong made “chiu chiu” sounds and took out clay powder that was ground and mixed with the Marsh Inkspewer’s special recipe from his backpack. He placed the powder underneath the huge beak of a Darting Bird.

The Darting Bird noticed the feed and immediately screeched.

“Bi! Bi!”

A long tongue with barbs rolled the powder from SealHeadLingChong’s hand to its stomach.

After several times, the Darting Bird screeched contentedly.

“Sha—!”

The Darting Birds at the sides started screeching hungrily.

“Bi!”

Then there were such sounds…

“Sha—!”

“Bi!”

The sounds were heard repeatedly.

“Bro, can you stop playing with the Darting Birds? I’m at my wits’ end in regards to the malice of the game producer!” the gamer in the house shouted.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop playing with the bird.”

SealHeadLingChong heard the shouts and apologized. Two Gnomes who were behind him ran to him.

“Gosh! Seal, you’re back! Hurry! Take a look!” TakeASpearHit pulled SealHeadLingChong and shouted.

“What’s up?”

SealHeadLingChong was taken aback.

“Take a look at the veteran’s Airship!”

TakeASpearHit pulled along SealHeadLingChong and Dragonborn as they ran to the Mana Engineering Project Hall.

The Mana Engineering Project Hall was surrounded by the gamers. A large and cool-looking Airship could be seen beside the Project Hall.

“Holy cow… they’ve built a Gundam…” SealHeadLingChong exclaimed when he saw the sight.

…

In the Banquet Hall of Winterfell.

While the gamers were watching the Airship in Eternal Kingdom, rows of servants were arranging various foods on a long table in the Banquet Hall.

A few Sludge Monsters were wiggling along, using their bodies to clean up the area.

Beast put his hands behind his back and stood in the middle. He said to the Gnome Butler, who was recording his words, “Lord Octopus Ball is a VIP. He’s the representative of Eternal Fire. Please take note of that.”

“Yes, Senior Beast!” the Gnome said as he recorded down the details diligently.

“And arrange for more red tea at night,” Beast said.

A Werewolf Butler came over and said to Beast, “The Dungeon Lords are starting to arrive. The Winterfell Dungeon Lord would like you to entertain them.”

“I got it.”

Beast adjusted his clothing and walked out briskly. In a Reception Hall outside the Banquet Hall, tens of the Dungeon Lords or their representatives gathered for a reception.

Beast surveyed the surroundings, but he didn’t discover the creature that he abhorred. Then he walked over cordially and greeted the Dungeon Lords warmly.

While the Dungeon Lords were attending the Victory Banquet, Sherlock was in Winterfell but not in the Banquet Hall. He walked alone in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

“Lord Sherlock, today is the Victory Banquet. There are lots of delicacies in the Banquet Hall. Instead of eating, you’re wandering in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. Is that appropriate? You could have brought along servants, but you didn’t. I’m unable to understand.” Bru was puzzled.

“I only wanted to confirm certain matters,” Sherlock replied and held his cane as he wandered in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

He walked into a room and said, “I found what I intended to find.”

In the room was a locked chest. Sherlock walked to the chest. A Mana seal flashed on his hand, and the chest opened. A weak and thin Orc was in the chest. There was a bad stench coming from the chest.

“Beast? Why is the son-in-law of the Dungeon Lord locked in the chest? Who is that Orc outside? Was Lord Sherlock already aware of it?” Bru asked in surprise.

“No, I didn’t know. I followed the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods here,” Sherlock said casually.

“When I was young, I learned some useless stuff. I didn’t expect to be using it. When I was in Winterfell with Evelynn, I heard the faintly discernible murmurs. I thought I heard wrong.”

“Wait, are they the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods? How did that happen? Without the time and space vortex, the powers of the Ancient Gods can’t possibly reach here,” Bru spoke bewilderedly.

“Who knows.” Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and turned around. A Werewolf with red eyes was standing behind him.

“Bru, let the gamers’ Airship take off. You’ll guide them here. Arrange for more creatures. Inform Brainiac to set up a Rune Mana Formation on the Airship. It’s the same one that I set up previously. He should already be proficient.”

Sherlock walked towards the abnormal Werewolf, who charged at him. He grasped the Werewolf’s head and buried the head into the wall. The Werewolf became motionless.

Sherlock dusted his hands and shoulders as he walked outside.

“The difficulty of the Battle Campaign map is going to be much higher,” Sherlock said.