Gamers of the Underworld

Eternal Kingdom had a symbolic incident.

After a Residents Committee meeting, the residents of the old district decided to transfer their land to a Black Dragon “Merchant” Eggface.

The adventurer from the “East” boasted of a legendary land filled with milk, honey, and Magic Stones. He decided to set up his business in Winterfell.

The related compensation agreement was discussed. The rate of compensation was fixed at a ratio of 1:2 for the land area, and there was an additional compensation for each individual involved in the move. The new designated location for the residents of the old district was the new territory beside Eternal Kingdom—Sunshine Garden, Marshlands of the Marsh Inkspewers.

“The environment is pleasant, educational facilities are comprehensive, and it has convenient transportation and good medical services. It’s a starting point for the new cultured generation. There’s currently a steep discount on housing prices. A 50 square meters unit with an underwater view requires only 99999999… 9 Magic Stones.”

A Gnome read out the promotional pamphlet, and Winterfell Dungeon Lord Andrew frowned as he heard the information. After the Gnome finished reading, Andrew said, “This small Black Dragon Eggface accumulated the land of the entire old district and transferred the residents to the land beside Eternal Kingdom?”

“That’s correct. According to a reliable source, this Eggface is only a spokesman, and he’s supported by Eternal Kingdom’s Dungeon Lord Sherlock,” the Gnome said mysteriously.

“I feel that this is a good thing, Lord Andrew. To tell you the truth, one of the top ten major problems of Winterfell was the old district. Most of the residents of the old district were decadent and shunned by the Underworld. But we didn’t have any evidence to arrest them. Lord Sherlock has become the scapegoat. By moving the residents out of the old district and compensating them, he has helped Winterfell solve a huge problem.”

“But he now controls the entire old district.” Andrew frowned and said, “The land belonged to the residents of the old district. By some manipulation, Lord Sherlock was able to obtain the land, which is the cheapest in Winterfell. Now the land belongs to Lord Sherlock, so it won’t be easy for us to make plans for Winterfell.”

“Er… yes, that’s correct, but to manage the old district requires a large sum of money. Moreover, the geographical location isn’t ideal. Even if Lord Sherlock accumulates the land, he will make a loss.”

Andrew placed both his hands on the window and said, “That’s what I thought. For such a massive project, the cost and the information I gathered don’t add up. Perhaps his workers don’t require a salary?”

Outside the window, in the middle of the bustling Dungeon, the old district seemed to be hidden in a haze and devoid of life. Because of the previous war, the district had become a ruin. And now, the district belonged to Lord Sherlock.

Andrew felt jealous all of a sudden. He was hesitating about whether he should do it, and Sherlock accomplished it without batting an eyelid. If he knew about this, he would have bought up the old district with a large sum of money.

Andrew felt he was defeated by Sherlock once again, and he was jealous.

…

Marco Polo was busy recently. After Eggface bought up the old district, Marco Polo was heavily involved in the moving of the old district.

The gamers were responsible for the moving mission.

The mission included moving houses, taking care of kids, the allocation of the moving lottery, maintaining order, and the relocation of residential property.

The gamers were responsible for building the relocated residential houses! There weren’t many old district residents, but there were still several hundred households and 1,000 of them. After moving to the marshlands of the Marsh Inkspewers, their living conditions would definitely be worse off. In order to be able to study freely, let their future generations be decadent, and even be baptized in the future, the residents decided to face all difficulties.

Most creatures weren’t willing to help with the relocation, but the gamers were different. As long as there were missions, they were even willing to jump into feces pools.

Marco Polo belonged to this category.

However, the gamers encountered problems. A small number of old district residents fell ill.

“We don’t know what the illness is. It seems to be a mental illness. It’s not contagious, but when the illness strikes, the creature will become like a hissing serpent. Those who are devout believers and are passionate about learning, their conditions are less serious.” The elderly Gnome pointed at a bed-ridden Gnome whose face was pale and who had a strange expression. His eyes were filled with irritation and violent tendencies.

When the elderly Gnome placed a forbidden mathematics supplementary book in the hands of that Gnome, he became quiet, and his body emitted serene brilliance.

“Learning can alleviate their sickness.”

“What about those who don’t like learning?” Marco Polo asked. The other nearby gamers were also curious.

The elderly Gnome sighed and said, “The illness will spread when you are bitten. To control the spread of the illness, we sent those who don’t like learning to the Fatality Hospital.”

The elderly Gnome added, “I hope that they can be discharged soon.”

The eyes of the gamers lit up. This was a lead for a Hidden Mission.

In the relocation Plot, there was an outbreak of an infectious disease. Those who weren’t able to be treated were sent to the hospital.

If the gamers found the hospital and the patients, would special Plots be triggered?

Marco Polo decided to try finding them. Tens of gamers also thought the same way. Soon, someone posted the information on the forum, and many gamers thought the same way too.

Half of the gamers were involved in challenging the Instance Dungeon and creating Strategy Guides. They were going to fight to the death with the students of Specter College.

Fatality Hospital wasn’t hard to find. The hospital had the best doctors, was the officially appointed hospital, and due to special reasons, had a great reputation. After the gamers asked around discreetly, they found the hospital.

On a very mundane day, the games flooded the hospital…