Gamers of the Underworld (Web Novel)

At the Teleport Portal Main Hall of Eternal Kingdom.

There was a flash of brilliance, and 15 gamers walked noisily out of the portals. A few gamers gathered to find out what happened.

The 15 gamers were the First Beta Gamers from the Pioneer Alliance.

Since the start of the 15-member Instance Dungeon in Specter College, the Pioneer Alliance had been striving to be the first group to conquer it.

It was difficult. Twenty days had passed, but none of the Guilds were able to conquer the Instance Dungeon. They were able to complete it, but they ran out of time. The problem was, every time, the BOSS would be different. After dying tens of times, when they knew how to defeat the BOSS, they would run out of time.

There were no potions to help the gamers strengthen and heal. Though the food had some BUFF effects, the tiny increase wasn’t of much use.

To ensure the gamers were in the best condition, after defeating a BOSS, they would take turns killing themselves and reviving so that they were at peak condition. This reduced both their Reputation Points and their valuable time. Half of the time was spent reviving and running in the Instance Dungeon.

If there were potions to heal the gamers completely or increase their power within a short time, the Instance Dungeon would be conquered much easier.

With the current Alchemy skills of the gamers, it was impossible. When the Little Fairy bragged to Raintea, she said that there were such potions. However, the side effects were devastating, like dying after 24 hours, the failing of bodily functions after a year, and incontinence during old age.

It was a joke. Why would the gamers, who were labeled the Fourth Calamity, be afraid of the side effects? If the gamers didn’t die within three days, they would admit defeat!

Even if the gamers weren’t afraid, they were unable to produce the potions because they didn’t have the materials. The Little Fairy said, “Humph! If I were to cultivate plants at the World Tree in sunny conditions, within three days, I could produce Healing Potions. Unless dead, one could recover from most of their injuries. I could also produce Life Compression Biscuits, which have the ability to regenerate life force and heal the body rapidly. But there is no Yggdrasill or sunshine here!”

After that, the gamers almost formed an expedition to attack a Yggdrasill.

“Gosh, we lost again! We almost defeated the BOSS and conquered the Instance Dungeon!” BurningChestHair shouted in rage while Peasant patted his shoulders and made a gesture of pinching the universe in his fingertips.

“ChestHair Bro, is your almost referring to half a BOSS?”

“Aiya, I’m exhausted after playing for 12 hours. I’m done. I’ll get offline to rest and do some facials. Arthur Bro, let’s chat on Wechat later.”

Sylvanas stood beside Arthur, but he shook his head and said, “No, I’ll research how to change my race to Orc. Since the discussion forum has information on Orcs, there must be a way to change. Let me talk to the NPCs to find out if I can accept missions.”

“Let me accompany you. I’m going to write a Strategy Guide on changing races. I haven’t been creating Strategy Guides recently,” NotWearingPants said.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Peasant shouted.

“Vanas, you’ll go offline without us,” BurningChestHair said to Sylvanas. The rest of the gamers also indicated that they wanted to know more about the mission for becoming an Orc.

Sylvanas noticed that she was being ostracized and became mad. She grasped BurningChestHair’s neck and smiled as she said, “If Arthur Bro is going, I’ll definitely follow. I’m most compliant with Arthur!”

“Aren’t you going to do your facials? If you don’t, what if your facial hair becomes too long? Then you won’t be able to be a cute gal anymore.”

Instead of grasping BurningChestHair’s neck, Sylvanas strangled him.

The gamers became boisterous and forgot all about their defeat in the Instance Dungeon.

Arthur didn’t join in the fun and instead looked at the nearby flower bed. There were many gamers gathering over there and a queue waiting to cultivate plants in the soil. Arthur looked around but didn’t see Raintea’s figure.

Arthur looked at the Little Fairy, who was lying in a treehouse and spitting saliva viciously at gamers who got near or climbed the tree. The scene was like a riot control water cannon shooting and dispersing a crowd.

While Arthur was pondering, a gamer exited the Teleport Portal and shouted, “Come quickly! I received Victoria’s Strange Encounter Mission!”

The gamer was Marco Polo.

“Gosh, Marco Polo created another new Plot!” Peasant exclaimed, while NotWearingPants, who was being strangled by Sylvanas, freed himself and charged forward. Arthur and the rest of the gamers followed up.

Before long, a crowd gathered before Marco Polo.

He was wearing shorts, which indicated that he had revived. When he saw the crowd, he told them about his Strange Encounter Mission.

When Marco Polo was searching for Victoria, a green beam appeared. But Marco Polo wasn’t sure if there was a living being. The being in the light claimed to be a prophet.

The being told Marco Polo, “Your direction is wrong, but I’m touched by your adventurous spirit. Because of some reasons, I’m unable to be close to Eternal Kingdom. Please inform Lord Sherlock to be careful with Victoria City. Whether it’s peace or destruction, the choice is in our hands.”

That was the mysterious conversation.

It was a Strange Encounter Mission! Marco Polo was so excited that he abandoned his luggage and committed suicide. He wanted to return to Eternal Kingdom in the fastest time to complete his Strange Encounter Mission!