Gamers of the Underworld

Chapter 70: Why Did Your Mum Let You Eat?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Sherlock was stunned by the little hearts on the letter. Bru asked, “Lord Sherlock, is that your suitor?”

“I didn’t know there were such things. Perhaps when I went to the Dungeon Lord Experience Sharing Conference, someone was smitten by me and obtained my address before sending me this letter.”

Sherlock smiled as he lifted the letter and tore it open. He took out the contents.

“[Winterfell Season Discount Information]

SK-3 Flags.h.i.+p Shop Tengu blackbox countdown, SK-3 shocking discount: Black technology magnetic& selling for the first time in the Underworld! Enjoy six months of interest-free installments. Making your face greener and more beautiful!

The Don’t Have the Most Expensive Stuff Blacksmith Shop’s latest discount. Are you fretting over back pain, headaches, and leg cramps? The Don’t Have the Most Expensive Stuff Blacksmith Shop is selling the latest ma.s.sage chair, head mallet, nail board back support, and broken leg pedal. As long as you try it, all your woes will be gone! Purchase now, only 998!

Go Touring. Are you fretting daily over your job? Come to Go Touring! The largest, hottest, and most dangerous volcano bungee jumping in the Underworld. Say farewell to your worries with a jump!

…

Winterfell provides the best season discount information. If you wish to request a refund, please proceed to the Winterfell Merchandise Section to queue up for the form. After filling up the form, queue up again for processing. The current queue number is 98548551.”

Sherlock held the letter in a daze and remained silent for a long time.

“Tsk, after I was abandoned for 10,000 years, these trash advertis.e.m.e.nt letters became popular in the Underworld again? And the refund process is that troublesome, is that intentional?” Bru said in a jovial tone, but Sherlock did not respond.

He was reading a piece of news on the discount pamphlet.

“Northern Underworld Dungeon Sale Section Advertis.e.m.e.nt. Are you fretting about Dungeon Core leveling? Troubled about how to spend your money? Come to Northern Underworld Dungeon Sale Section. We’ll empty your gold vault in a second! Shocking sale price! If you register now, the original 20,000,000 Magic Stones Dungeon Core used for leveling will only cost 19,999,999 Magic Stones! A discount of one Magic Stone! For more details, please send your inquiry letter to the Dungeon Sale Section. The address is Winterfell, Beyond Expensive District, Paupers Avoid Street, No. 888 Northern Underworld Dungeon Sale Section Winterfell branch.”

Sherlock examined it for a while and then sat back as his eyes became dull. He muttered, “Price increase again…”

Bru was silent for a while and said with empathy, “Take it easy Lord Sherlock. Though I’m unable to level up, at least you have your own Dungeon. Take a look at those merry Goblins. In their otherworld, they can only afford a toilet after working their entire lives, and they would still owe the bank interest. Ah, five gamers perished. Five hundred Magic Stones will be transferred to your account, won’t they?”

Five Teleport Portals appeared outside, and five Goblins walked out.

The gamers outside immediately surrounded them, as they were the gamers who explored the Instance Dungeon. Since they came back this way, they had perished in the Instance Dungeon. The others were curious about the difficulty level of the Instance Dungeon.

Sherlock glanced at the excited gamers and sat back in his chair as he picked up the letter and continued reading. Besides the discount information, there was another letter and information pamphlet.

For example, the FeelAtHome Magical Item Shop affirmed the latest Ancient Ruin location and commenced the project to find it. The Merchant Alliance was giving this project priority and employing professionals with high pay and benefits.

“The FeelAtHome Magical Item Shop? Lord Sherlock, perhaps it was the shop that you sold the Ancient Ruin Key to?” Bru asked curiously.

“That’s correct. I saw an opportunity to make a fortune.” Sherlock smiled.

He saved his “Civilization 6” game and shut down the computer. Taking his cloak from the chair and putting it behind him, Sherlock walked towards the Teleport Portal outside the Dungeon Core Main Hall.

“Bru, activate the system maintenance for an hour.”

…

“Dang—!”

A black Short Sword and a huge red Axe collided. The Goblin, Arthur, who was wearing armor, s.h.i.+fted to his left to dodge the Axe.

He was unable to parry the energy of an Axe swing, so he had to side-step and divert the Axe’s energy to his right.

An Orc Skeleton frame was wielding the large Axe, and his body was emitting black smoke. The height was three times a Goblin. Though it didn’t have any flesh, with the Specter Magic, its strength was on par with a normal Orc.

“Puny mortals, you can’t stop us! The world belongs to the Void Legion!” The Orc Skeleton frame opened his mouth and shouted as the huge Axe was diverted to the ground.

The Orc Skeleton extended his right hand and grabbed Arthur’s neck with accurate estimation of his dodging. The Orc Skeleton pulled the nimble Goblin towards him.

At this time, NotWearingPants bashed the Orc Skeleton’s thigh bone using his s.h.i.+eld.

BurningChestHair stabbed the Orc Skeleton’s spine using his Dagger, but it wasn’t effective.

A Goblin laid by the side, its stomach cut open by the Axe. Though the Goblin wasn’t dead, his intestines were all over the place.

Peasant was the mortally wounded Goblin on the ground. Sylvanas readied her Short Sword and s.h.i.+eld and waited for a chance to attack.

This was the fourth and highest level of the tower. Not far from there was the Teleport Portal for getting out of the Training Ground. If the Goblins defeated the last Skeleton Soldier, the two graduating Liches would have failed the examination.

On a tall viewing platform, two Liches were observing the fighting. The Skeleton Soldiers of one of the Liches were all defeated.

The other Lich had the last elite Skeleton Soldier. Though he fatally wounded a Goblin, the other four Goblins still had strong combat power!

For Goblins, they were too strong!

They weren’t only strong in combat, but they were also strong-willed. The Goblin whose belly was cut open and whose intestines were all over the place said happily, “Buck up, he’s going down! Make haste, I’m going for my meal. My mum’s going to nag at me.”

If the examination rules didn’t exclude the two Liches from communicating with the Goblins, they would grab hold of the dying Goblin and ask, “Bro! Your stomach is in bad shape. How is your mum going to let you eat?”

Comments (42)

• Jakulv

  I love the dissonance between what the liches think the goblins mean and what we know they mean. Also the street names are so on the nose they are hilarious.

• MadThelric

  Those two are about to flunk hard…

• Alhana

  That’s why she will nag at him, how will he be able to properly eat the meal she prepared with his stomach and intestines all over the place?? ?

Chapter 71: I Am Asking a Question

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

While the fierce fighting continued in Specter College, Lord Sherlock traveled to Winterfell and shopped at the Clothing Store. After that, he bought a cup of Pearl Clay Tea and called for a carriage.

With the crack of a whip, the carriage took off in a cloud of dust.

…

Black Hades Horses pulled the squarish carriage while their hooves gave off green flames. An exquisite leather shoe stepped on the carriage steps and landed with a loud thud on the green stone slabs.

He was wearing a black waistcoat and a white s.h.i.+rt with exquisite b.u.t.tons. The waistcoat and the s.h.i.+rt were of high quality.

The Black Tuxedo sleeve openings were st.i.tched with gold lining. Coupled with white silk gloves, he exuded a n.o.ble and cla.s.sy aura.

After putting on a black windbreaker cloak, he became low profile.

Those with foresight wouldn’t dismiss it as low profile but a plus point.

His appearance, cla.s.sy clothing, and tipping of the coachman were on par with the prestige and wealth of the Devil’s wings.

Strictly from the appearance.

“Lord Sherlock, I didn’t expect you to spend more than a thousand Magic Stones to purchase such extravagant, low-profile yet cla.s.sy clothing.”

The young Devil stood by the Winterfell road and lifted his head to look at the crowded FeelAtHome Magical Item Shop. In his mind, Bru was teasing him.

“Just a little dressing up to complement my cla.s.s and status.”

A Succubus in high heels turned her head and walked by while she flirted with Sherlock using her long, slender black tail.

Sherlock only smiled politely and placed his black cane with spiral motifs in front as he walked towards the crowd.

“I thought Lord Sherlock only wanted to find out about the Ancient Ruins. It seems like Lord Sherlock had other plans. I’ll just wait and see.” Bru laughed noisily, but Sherlock ignored the Dungeon Core.

There were Vampires, Liches, and various levels of Devils surrounding the Magical Item Shop entrance. They were holding their Magic Stone cards and shouting.

“Why can’t our Dungeons be given a place?”

“We have Magic Stones. Give us a place!”

“The Ancient Ruins belong to the entire Underworld. We also have exploration rights. We’ll give money!”

“The Eternal Fire Dungeon Lord was given exploration rights. Why aren’t we given them too? We have money. This is discrimination.”

“Yes, yes, it’s discrimination. We are in a new age. Why is there discrimination?”

“Auction! Auction the remaining places for the exploration rights!”

The Devils and monsters waved their Magic Stones wildly as they shouted. If they weren’t in Winterfell, they would have fought.

The Gnome shopkeeper was desperately trying to maintain order. As he had a small build, the tall Vampires, Liches, and Devils overshadowed him, including his voice.

Sherlock held his cane and knocked it against the ground.

The sound wasn’t loud, but Mana was broadcasted. The rowdy scene became quiet.

The Devils and monsters turned to look at the cla.s.sy Sherlock with his folded wings.

This was a superior Devil.

“Lord Sherlock!”

The surrounded Gnome shopkeeper looked as though he had found his savior. He held on to his high hat and ran down the steps towards Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded to show his respect to the surrounding Devils and creatures. Then he walked gracefully with the Gnome up the steps and entered the shop.

After Sherlock entered the shop, the rowdiness broke out behind him.

“Everyone, please leave! There are no more places for exploration rights. I know everyone would like to partic.i.p.ate, but I can’t make a decision. If there are places, I will auction them. I have a guest, please come again next time,” the Gnome said helplessly and shut the main door immediately. The rowdiness continued outside.

“Pa Ta.”

The Gnome adjusted his monocle and snapped his fingers.

Magical brilliance engulfed the shop, and the outside rowdiness faded. The shop was quiet again.

“Lord Sherlock, what drink would you like? b.l.o.o.d.y chrysanthemum? Bufotenin Milk?” As he asked, his crooked body moved towards the counter.

“Bufotenin Milk for a change.”

Sherlock found a chair to settle down.

“Lord Sherlock, you look different from last time.”

The Gnome placed a brewed cup of green and bubbling Bufotenin Milk in front of Sherlock with a creased smiling face. It was a stark contrast to his previous panicky composure.

He was referring to Sherlock’s clothing.

“Let’s not talk about me. Was the Ancient Ruin found?”

Sherlock placed the cane on the chair rest as he took the Bufotenin Milk gracefully and placed it on his knee.

The Gnome adjusted his monocle and said excitedly, “I’ve roughly located the place within this time period. It was fast. I thought I would have to spend several years. We’re lucky to find it this fast, but it cost quite a number of resources and Magic Stones…”

The Gnome looked at Sherlock and said, “Lord Sherlock, don’t worry. When we signed the agreement, you still retained your exploration rights.”

“I’m here today to find out about this matter,” Sherlock sipped his Bufotenin Milk and said.