Gamers of the Underworld

Sherlock pushed Evelynn to the background wall of the door. She looked astonished at Sherlock and gave muffled sounds.

Sherlock took out a card and asked, “Do you have a card?”

Evelynn struggled more furiously.

Sherlock pondered over his words and found them ambiguous. He said, “It’s not a robbery. I’m transferring Magic Stones to you.”

Evelynn heaved a sigh of relief. Sherlock released his grasp and backed up.

“I thought Lord Sherlock had forgotten about it, so I wrote an invitation letter and put in a reminder on the back of the letter. I was shocked by your actions just now.” Evelynn clasped her Magic Stone card. She was pleased to see five Magic Stones being transferred to her.

“How could I forget? I’ve been looking for you, but I didn’t manage to find you. I’m relieved that you’re doing well in your current job. I’m leaving,” Sherlock said casually. He noticed several recruitment tags on the wall, and one of them attracted his attention.

“Lord Sherlock?”

As Evelynn was pushed to the wall, she was unable to move her body. She covered her chest with her hands, and her tail shifted nervously.

“Is this for real?”

Sherlock pointed to the recruitment tag behind Evelynn, who turned her head to take a look.

[Recruitment of Special Talent: To complete the Spiritual graduation research and test the latest combat power of the Spirit Legion, I am recruiting intelligent and strong combatants. The requirement is being fearless of death. Attractive Remuneration.]

“That is the recruitment notice for the Specter College every semester before graduation. There aren’t many applicants as the requirements are stringent. What is it? Is Lord Sherlock interested in applying?” Evelynn asked puzzled.

“Of course, it’s not me. However, some of my friends could be interested. I’m looking out for them.”

Sherlock left Evelynn and took the recruitment notice off the wall. He examined the notice carefully.

“Is there any detailed information on the remuneration?”

“The previously recruited combatants were either seriously injured or killed instantly. The Liches were newly graduated, and they weren’t familiar with the control of the Spirit Legion, so there were lots of accidents. Each combatant’s remuneration isn’t high, and there’s no death compensation,” Evelynn said. “Those with strong capability weren’t willing to do troublesome work with little pay. That’s why very few creatures applied.”

“Help me contact the Specter College. I’d like to contact them, as my friends might be interested in this job if the remuneration is reasonable,” Sherlock said casually. “You know my address. Write me a letter after contacting them.”

“Really? Thank you, Lord Sherlock, for supporting my work! Since graduating from school, my business has always been from Lord Sherlock. I’m really… really touched.” Evelynn wiped her face with the sleeves.

“Aiya, you’re just beginning your career, so it’s harder to get businesses. It’s normal. As long as you work hard, you’ll be successful. You’re such a diligent girl, you’ll have a bright future,” Sherlock said sincerely as he handed the recruitment notice back to her. As he turned to leave, she caught hold of Sherlock’s cloak. Sherlock turned his head and saw reluctance in Evelynn’s eyes.

“Intermediary application fees, five Magic Stones,” Evelynn said.

…

“What? You bought a Dungeon next to the Spirit World? Dungeons cannot be paid for with loans and must be paid in full. My God, your Dungeon is located in such a good location…”

“The Lich that I recruited the other day graduated third in place in the Specter College, and I got him from the Eternal Fire Dungeon. Do you know the Eternal Fire Dungeon? The top-notch Dungeon in the northern Underworld!”

“I just discussed an item. Didn’t I hunt for a Magical Beast with my minions previously? The quality of the beasts is good…”

“Magic Stones aren’t a problem as long as you get him to work in my Dungeon immediately. Yes, it’s negotiable…”

“Remuneration? Of course, it’s good. Private swimming pool, scenic villa by the coast, fully simulated Surface weather, best clay meals three times a day, available throughout the four seasons…”

“My dad has a Dungeon, and I’m an intern over there. I’ll look for a good place in the future to develop the Dungeon. Your Merchant Band is good. Come to my Dungeon and set up a permanent trading post in the future…”

“The Surface World’s adventurers charged into my Dungeon like wild dogs as they raided my items. You don’t know how chaotic the scene was…”

Arthur, NotWearingPants, and Sylvanas stood at the entrance of the [Novice Group Commerce Area] and observed the meal section that was getting crowded. The Devils and the strange Underworld creatures were socializing, while the Goblins and Sludge Monsters in Tuxedos served the crowd. They held plates that were filled with colored bubbling drinks and various bloody snacks.

“Why do I get the feeling of hidden missions when I listen to the NPCs conversations?” NotWearingPants said helplessly.

Sylvanas suggested, “Shall we return to the door and wait for Sherlie?”

“Isn’t the door behind us? If Sherlie comes out, we’ll notice.” Arthur pointed to the house with the sign “Special Talent Recruitment Center”.

“What shall we do? Shall we ask somebody?” NotWearingPants said as he started looking for a candidate to interact with.

As he walked out, he knocked into the knee of a passing Devil. It was a serious blow, and he fell to the ground.

The Devil had a pair of huge, meaty wings and crimson red skin. His body, chin, elbows, and knees protruded with long feelers. He looked like a huge octopus.

The octopus Devil turned and looked at the fallen Goblin whose head had green words that he didn’t understand. Then he exerted his dominance, causing the noisy hall to become quieter. Some creatures were unaffected and continued their conversations. Those low-level creatures, however, felt the overwhelming dominance and looked over at them.

A few nearby Goblins were trembling with fright and collapsed to the ground.

The octopus Devil thought that the fallen Goblin would behave like the other trembling Goblins, but the Goblin stood up, ran around him, and squeezed the feeler on his knee.

“Greetings, I’m NotWearingPants, one of those who defeated the leader of the Houndhead Men, Cramer. I came from the great Eternal Kingdom Dungeon!”

The nearby Devils and Underworld creatures sniggered.

Sylvanas said nonchalantly, “These creatures will be part of the Instance Dungeon for us to kill, and yet they dare to laugh at us. They won’t live long.”

NotWearingPants and his companions weren’t fools. They could discern that the laughter wasn’t friendly.

“Lowly creatures.” The octopus Devil exerted more of his dominance and extended his hand, which was filled with tentacles, towards NotWearingPants. “I’ll teach you how to write the word death using your flesh and blood.”

“Pa!”

The hand of the octopus Devil made a loud sound as NotWearingPants lifted his hand to fend off the Devil’s hand with no effect.

NotWearingPants was dumbstruck, while the octopus Devil was taken aback. The surrounding chatter faded as the nearby Devils looked on with interest.

They had seen all sorts of things, but a Goblin against a Devil? They hadn’t seen such a confrontation before!

The octopus Devil lifted his hand and gazed at NotWearingPants before slapping down viciously. This time, it was a fast slap.

As he was about to slap NotWearingPant’s head, a hand caught hold of the octopus Devil’s hand. Sherlock stood emotionlessly behind NotWearingPants as he grabbed the octopus Devil’s hand.

“Sherlock?”

The octopus Devil recognized Sherlock.