Gamers of the Underworld

An Airship was moored at the empty land in the outskirts of Winterfell.

The large Dungeon gate of Winterfell was just ahead, though Winterfell was now shrouded by gray Mana.

The scene was strange. If there were other Underworld inhabitants nearby, they could probably feel the chilling murmurs.

The gamers had different feelings.

“This game modeling is awesome!”

“Gosh, Winterfell looks cool. When will Eternal Kingdom have the same grandeur?”

“Probably have to wait until Open Beta.”

“Did you obtain the screenshots? The scenery of Winterfell from the sky is cool.”

“Pants already posted on the forum, and you’re asking for screenshots?”

The gamers chatted excitedly as they construct their temporary base.

They were carrying rocks and laying them in a circular formation to demarcate the base. Some gamers set up the cauldron and lit it with fire.

It was simple cooking. The gamers had learned cooking from Mufasa, so it wasn’t a problem.

It was sufficient to feed the 2,000 gamers and prevent starvation.

Except that the gamers had to work harder to prepare the meals. They had to remain in the base and couldn’t go to other places.

Many gamers were yearning for such jobs. In online games, every gamer wanted to show their worth and be given a chance to be prominent.

Instead of joining the endless battles, being a unique chef was also a good choice.

Yoda stood at the camp area and looked at the 100 warriors who volunteered to help him find his family.

Yoda would like to follow them, but he was the only one who could operate the Airship. The most important thing was that the gamers wouldn’t agree to let him follow.

Yoda was an important character who had to be protected. If he was killed by monsters, would that not be a big loss if the mission failed?

Yoda had no choice since the gamers were determined. He had to depend on the Gnomes, Goblins, and Houndhead Men to find his family.

The hundred warriors had the words “Pioneer Alliance” above their heads. They left to look for Yoda’s family.

The veteran gamers set out as Guild members. They followed Yoda’s map and walked towards the luxury mansion of Yoda’s wife.

For the gamers who didn’t receive any mission, they stayed at the base to await orders. Without missions and rewards, why would they want to waste their time? They were better off staying in the base and participating in the future gameplays of the Battle Campaign Scenario.

The gamers had made a wise choice.

Not long after the Airship landed, a group of creatures advanced towards the gamers’ camp.

The first gamer who saw them shouted noisily to inform the rest of the gamers.

Besides a few gamers who wandered off to seek adventure, most of the gamers gathered to watch when they heard of a group of NPCs approaching.

Sherlock wasn’t at the base, Brainiac was a Specter who didn’t care about Winterfell, while Yoda was just employed by Sherlock and felt he didn’t hold an important position in Eternal Kingdom. Moreover, he was only an employee.

The gamers waited for a long time, but there was no leader who came out to meet the NPCs. So the gamers waited enthusiastically at the base entrance to meet the NPCs.

It was a group of well-equipped Orcs who were in disarray.

Seeing the state that Winterfell was in, it was understandable to see the Winterfell creatures in disarray.

“Where are you from? Are you the reinforcements? Aren’t all the Underworld units stationed at the time and space gap of Ancient Ruins No. 85 to fight the Ancient Gods army?” the pathetic Orc spoke rapidly. Then the gamers responded noisily.

“The troublesome Ancient Gods army!”

“After this war, I’m going home to get married!”

“We came from Eternal Kingdom.”

“You thought we were reinforcements? We are DIO!”

“Will there be a team to trigger the Strange Encounter Mission?”

“Where did you come from?”

…

The Orc looked at the group of creatures with green words above their heads. The Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men were spouting nonsense. Wait, Houndhead Men? Why was there such a chaotic race?

The Orc became tense, and the hundreds of Orcs behind him became wary and grasped their weapons.

The gamers looked on excitedly. Was it going to be a fight? The equipment on the Orcs looked powerful!

Before they fought, the gamers received a mission:

[Mission Title: Cooperate with the Winterfell Orcs

Mission Description: If Winterfell is destroyed, it will not be beneficial to Eternal Kingdom and Lord Sherlock. Cooperate with the Orcs to save Winterfell.

Mission Reward: After the end of the Battle Campaign Scenario, the Merchant Alliance will disburse the rewards.]

The gamers started discussing things with the Orcs after they received the mission. The situation became messy.

“Wait! Wait a moment!”

While the gamers were making a racket, a group of gamers started shouting.

“We are your allies! Don’t fight!”

“Calm down, everyone, we have to arrange for a representative.”

“We can’t hear anything in this commotion.”

“I propose myself to be this representative.”

“Why am I not the representative?”

The group of gamers became noisy again.

The three Hamsters ran over and captured the gamers’ attention, and the gamers became quiet.

The Orcs saw that the gamers had become quiet. Then they looked at the three Hamsters. Though they were wary, the surrounding gamers didn’t attack.

There was a huge Airship moored ahead with the Magic Cannons aiming at them.

Could bandits have such equipment?

The three Hamsters came to join in the fun, but they didn’t expect everyone to look at them.

“Are the three of you the commanders? Are you the reinforcements?” the Orc asked again.

The three Hamsters were puzzled. They had just arrived and didn’t know anything.

“I’m not.” Big Boss shook his head.

“I don’t have.” Second Boss shook his head.

“Would you like to have some clay?” Fat Otaku carried a pile of clay and asked the Orcs.

The three Hamsters weren’t commanders.

The Orc shouted again, “It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, flee for your lives. Winterfell has been corrupted by the Ancient Gods. The Dungeon Core is now the power source for the Chaos Ancient Gods. We’re informing the Merchant Alliance. This place will become an abandoned Dungeon.”

The Orc became depressed.

The gamers started to discuss excitedly.

“This Plot’s awesome. After making a strategic Dungeon, Winterfell is going to be abandoned?”

“Every NPC has such an intelligent conversation system. The resources used are immense.”

“So what if it’s going to be an abandoned Dungeon? Shall we salvage items from the Dungeon?”

“Is the development team running out of money? I want to see a Winterfell with millions of creatures—!”

The Orc looked at the gamers who didn’t understand the severity of the situation. He shook his head and intended to leave with his comrades.

When he was about to leave, a Skeleton and Gnome walked forward.

They were Brainiac and Yoda.

Beside them were a few gamers who received missions, which were to find Brainiac and Yoda and convey Sherlock’s instructions.

When Sherlock wasn’t around, Brainiac would be the highest commanding officer and Yoda his adjutant.

Yoda was bewildered.

How did a Mana Engineer become an adjutant?