Chapter 306: Constructing the Surface City

After Sherlock’s Version 0.3 Update was published, it received enthusiastic replies.

[DreamingWarEmperor: I am creating an Elf with a Goblin’s face ww]

[Jamb Badil: I’m choosing a human. On this average day, I am wearing common shoes and walking on the common street.]

[Midnight Sprouts: Are you blind? I like the Fallen Angel. I am begging for the Third Beta Test qualification! I will hack Sherlie on the Surface World!]

[Kay_0601: New added investigation mission: Victoria’s Secret.]

[MeetingYouAtTheDeepEndOfMyLife: Eternal dog, tribal pigs (Manual Comedy).]

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“Lord Sherlock. I understand your ambition of gaining the Surface World’s wealth, but aren’t you too impulsive in creating a Surface World base? The Surface World has many different countries and is in perpetual chaos, but history has shown that once Underworld races appear, they will unite and attack them. Though you have the Doppelganger Precious Pearl, if the plan fails, they will attack the Underworld and destroy the Dungeon Core. The losses will be huge.”

Bru suggested solemnly, “I suggest we accumulate our power and attack the Surface World. Michelangelo’s previous conquest was a good plan. Conquering the Underworld is the way. Why don’t we start with Winterfell?”

Bru suggested conquering the Underworld while Sherlock was browsing the replies of the gamers on the forum.

Sherlock didn’t respond to Bru. After reading the gamers’ replies, he patted Eggface’s head. Eggface was behind Sherlock playing computer games with intense focus, and he replied, “Stop disturbing me!”

In the next moment, Sherlock grabbed the wings of Eggface, whose claws were grasping his mouse. The computer screen showed a dinosaur, a Utahraptor, which was facing a small Tyrannosaurus, hidden in the grass.

The game was called “The Isle”, and it was an online game with dinosaurs as game characters. Sherlock wasn’t interested in such a game.

“Do you want to go to the Surface World?” Sherlock asked as he grabbed Eggface and walked outside.

“Can you wait until I eat that small Tyrannosaurus? It has been calling since I started playing.” Eggface was pleading earnestly while clinging to his mouse.

“No.”

Lord Sherlock was emotionless.

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“Get onto the Beetlemon.”

Outside the Winterfell Garrison Guard station, a few armed Orcs were about to escort the dispirited Andrew up a Beetlemon that was parked outside.

Andrew’s hands were handcuffed with three layers of Rune Mana. His eyes were red and filled with irritation, but the handcuffs disabled his power. Even if he was a superior Devil, he was unable to resist.

The Orcs pushed Andrew forward, while Baron Nicholas was standing by the Beetlemon. He was waiting for Andrew.

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“Hehe… Nicholas, are you here to taunt me? Don’t be smug, Eternal Fire won’t forsake me. All your accusations are slander! You will pay the price. The Merchant Alliance, Sherlock, and you will pay the price!”

Andrew had a wretched face as he scolded viciously.

“Really? I don’t think so. You will spend the rest of your life in regret. Of that, I’m sure.”

Nicholas lifted up his head and said, “I’m now Winterfell’s Dungeon Lord. The appointment documents will come very soon, so don’t you worry about Winterfell. Take him away.”

The Orcs pulled Andrew towards the Beetlemon.

“I’ll return! I, Andrew, will definitely return!”

Andrew struggled in pain, but he was dragged away by the Orcs.

The metal door was shut tight. Andrew sat in the metal cage. His eyes, which were filled with hatred, gradually receded…

…

In the dark sky, a crimson moon and a white moon occupied opposite corners.

The night breeze caressed the tips of the trees and made whistling sounds.

A human in a gray windbreaker was pulling a small black boy who was 1.5 meters tall. They were walking in the dark forest.

That man was the humanoid Sherlock. His height and appearance were common to a human. The small kid who looked as though he was being pulled out from black paint was Eggface.

“What are we doing here?”

Eggface was befuddled. He didn’t understand why Sherlock made him walk the long tunnels, go through the Teleport Portal, and come up to the dangerous Surface World. Eggface was puzzled. If a superior Devil and a Black Dragon appeared in the Surface World, would it not attract a large group of Grand Priests?

“Your job is to create a stable Dungeon Core,” Sherlock said to Eggface as he placed a white pearl in the forest.

Sherlock then created a large Rune Mana Formation circle and said, “Do you see these Rune Formations? Transfer your Mana over here. If you’re tired, take a rest. Once all of the Rune Formations are activated, your mission is complete. If I’m not back by then, wait for me here. There are lots of worms in the forest. If you’re hungry, catch some for yourself. There is a drain by the side. Quench your thirst over there.”

Sherlock gave Eggface a green net for capturing worms.

Eggface looked at the green net in his hands and then at Sherlock. He gaped but didn’t say a word. His eyes were filled with disbelief. The rough translation for his behavior was—”I am the King of Darkness, the Dragon of the Devil Flames. You have me in this dangerous place in the middle of the night just to have me do such a thing? And there are no food and drinks?”

“If your performance is good, I’ll increase your gaming time by an hour. For a month,” Sherlock said as he extended his finger.

“Don’t worry, Lord Sherlock, this is my job!” Eggface said solemnly.

Sherlock nodded and walked out of the forest. Eggface asked, “Lord Sherlock, where are you going?”

“Recruitment,” Sherlock said.