Gamers of the Underworld

A team of five fully armed creatures walked along a Winterfell street.

“I didn’t expect that the first mission of the Guild would be to help rid a creature of his gambling addiction. It’s great.”

Peasant walked on the leftmost side of the team. A Hades Carriage sped rapidly past them. The driver peered out and looked at the five armored creatures on the street. It was strange to wear armor in Winterfell. Most importantly, the armor looked mashed together, giving a strange appearance.

“This game wants us to be rid of evils and to study hard. After playing this game, many gamers experience better school results. Playing the game for ten hours daily is like studying for ten hours. A home-based Otaku found some construction-related work that earns a few hundred Renminbi per day. That’s awesome,” BurningChestHair said.

NotWearingPants quickly commented, “What’s the big deal about finding construction work? When a foreign game company discovered that an employee was a ‘Dungeon’ Beta Tester, he was immediately promoted to a manager responsible for making new game titles. He’s imitating the ‘Dungeon’ game and earning an eight-figure salary.”

“My god, that’s fantastic. I’m going to apply for a position leading the development of games.” Peasant was full of envy.

“Stop bragging. Think of how to complete the mission. Where is this Old Bro Gambling Den?”

Sylvanas took out an old and tattered Winterfell map that was provided by the mission originator. It looked like a map used by the elderly Gnome when he was young. Many places on the map were no longer there.

They walked around for a while before finding the area, but they couldn’t find the Old Bro Gambling Den.

“It must be nearby. Do you have a good idea?”

Arthur took the map from Sylvanas and checked the street name, which hadn’t changed over the years.

“Try asking the NPCs for information,” Peasant said. He then turned to a smartly dressed Succubus, who was leaning against a lamppost, and asked, “Missy, do you have…”

“Don’t ask. If you ask, it’s three hundred for the night, one on one for two hours. Not for more than two creatures. It’s too tiring to have two creatures at the same time.”

The Succubus interrupted before Peasant finished his sentence. She lit up a long slender female metal stick and started smoking.

“Ah?”

Peasant was dumbstruck. He didn’t expect the Missy Succubus, who looked knowledgeable, to say such things. He was astonished.

While Peasant was deciding between the two-hour and four-hour service, two Garrison Guards wearing standard armor walked over and scolded the Succubus, “Who let you solicit for tuition class over here?”

“I didn’t solicit for classes. Why would I solicit for classes?” the Succubus replied hastily and left in a hurry. Before leaving, she stuffed a name card into Peasant’s hand discreetly. Peasant held it tightly in his hands, not daring to read what was on the card.

The Succubus had gone far when the two Garrison Guards came over.

“What were the two of you doing just now?”

“N-Nothing. I was asking for directions? How do I get to the Eternal Kingdom Adventurer’s Guild?”

Peasant wasn’t a fool. How could he tell the Garrison Guards that he was looking for Old Bro Gambling Den? The game had its own moral system, but gambling dens were always against the law. Even Lord Sherlock, who was thoroughly a bad egg, detested gambling. So it spoke volumes about the attitude of other Winterfell creatures.

Peasant wouldn’t be foolish enough to divulge and be arrested.

The Garrison Guards asked about his family, the size of his farmland, whether he had money, and then, they searched his body. After finding out that he was a pauper, they left in disappointment.

When Peasant was interrogated by the Garrison Guards, Arthur, NotWearingPants, and the others hid at the side and watched secretly. Who knew if Peasant would be arrested by the Garrison Guards? The Garrison Guards weren’t reasonable creatures.

“Wah, what’s the situation, Peasant?” NotWearingPants walked to Peasant and asked.

“Just now, when she talked to me and asked me if I wanted services… Gosh!” Peasant said as he checked the name card in his hand. On it were the words “Old Bro Gambling Den”.

The gamers looked at each other in astonishment.

…

In a dim alley, an Orc leaned against the wall. Five armored creatures walked noisily into the alley and attracted his attention.

“Stop right there. Who are you?” the Orc asked in a deep voice. The five creatures had strange green symbols above their heads, and they were whispering to each other.

One of the Gnomes walked forward and said, “Er, we’re here to look for the Old Bro Gambling Den. I have a name card.”

The Orc took NotWearingPants’ name card and examined it. Then he sized them up before saying, “You’re here to look for a home tutor? Do you know the prices?”

“Home tutor?”

Peasant was shocked. BurningChestHair said softly, “In our world, it’s called a prostitute. In the game, it’s called a home tutor. It’s perfectly fine since the game has to go through censorship checks.”

“I was scared to death. I thought the NPC wanted me to study,” Peasant nodded and said knowingly.

The Orc didn’t hear them clearly. After examining the name card, he brought them to the far end of the alley.

There was an open water pipe at the end of the alley. The Orc pointed at the entrance of the pipe and said, “Go down the pipe, walk to your right, and follow the arrow to the end. Stomp your feet three times, and the door will open.”

“What a strange secret signal!” Sylvanas muttered to herself.

The Orc said, “That isn’t a secret signal. The door isn’t strong, so you can open it with three stomps. Remember to close it.”

The gamers were dumbstruck, and Arthur said, “Oh.”

He pushed the other four gamers and climbed into the water pipe.

They followed the arrow sign and walked for a distance. Before long, they came to a door with the words “Old Bro Gambling Den” on it.

“Tsk, tsk, it’s a decadent game. Besides gambling, there’s also adult content. I’ll create a post on the forum to inform the rest!”