Gamers of the Underworld

Chapter 188: Very Good Luck

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The three Hamsters were sprawled on Sherlock’s shoulders. The great wind velocity made the fur cover their faces as Sherlock flapped his wings and got close to the side of the Airship.

The gamers at the cabin windows discovered the flying Sherlock and the dead snake below and started shouting.

Even Sherlock was able to hear the chattering of the gamers in the Airship.

“Sherlie looks cool!”

“Gosh! I want to play the role of a Devil! Install the Devil race for us!

“How about becoming a devilish person instead?”

“What’s up with the large snake? Is that a BOSS station that we have to fight?”

“Please give way, I’ll operate the Magic Cannon!”

“Forget it, there are only three cannons. Let’s see who’s lucky enough to get the cannon operation mission.”

...

Sherlock arrived on the deck of the Airship.

There was nobody on the deck as the gamers were in the cabins. Only Yoda was on the deck controlling the helm.

“To prevent gamers from falling off the Airship, I used the missions to have the gamers stay in the cabins, which are large enough to accommodate 2,000 gamers,” Bru saw Sherlock’s doubts and explained.

“Let them out, we’ve arrived at Winterfell,” Sherlock ordered.

A commotion was heard from below.

“Give way! Give way! We are to go to the deck! I’m opening the door lock!”

“Shucks, don’t step on my toes!”

“Who’s tired of living? Who touched my buttocks?”

“That’s hilarious. Are there perverted fools in the game?”

“Waaaa-!”

“Pom, pom, pom!”

In the commotion, the sound of the gamers banging on the cabin door was heard.

The three Hamsters who had climbed down Sherlock’s shoulders were frightened and ran back to his shoulders. The cabin door was knocked open.

“Pom!”

...

“Pom!”

Dragonborn felt his shoulders almost breaking as other gamers knocked on him. He didn’t know whether he was lucky or not. He was the closest to the cabin exit. Though he was the first to get out, he was being squeezed quite pathetically.

The only good thing was that he didn’t feel any pain. If he was squeezed like that in reality, he would have screamed in pain.

Dragonborn was knocked out of the cabin. He saw Sherlie dressed in formal attire and three unfamiliar black and white Hamsters resting on Sherlie’s shoulders.

Dragonborn was taken aback. Was the clothing of the NPC a BUG? This was a Battle Campaign map. Was Winterfell not in danger? As a Dungeon Lord, why was Sherlie dressed that pompously?

“Ah! Those three Hamsters were the Strange Encounter NPCs! Big Boss, Second Boss, and Fat Otaku!”

The gamers at the side shouted as Dragonborn considered the senseless questions.

Dragonborn recognized that those three Hamsters were the Strange Encounter NPCs that NotWearingPants and the veteran gamers met at the Gladiator Arena. Later, NotWearingPants and the veteran gamers received very good rewards for the Strange Encounter Mission.

“I know, Lord Sherlock, can you assign me the Strange Encounter Mission?”

The gamers behind him charged out and shouted.

“Give the Strange Encounter Mission to me! I’m close to Sherlie!”

“I know Sherlie’s fixed surveillance routes!”

The other gamers were pleading for the Strange Encounter Mission.

The three Hamsters looked at each other in a daze. Who were they? How did they know them? What did they want?

The three Hamsters looked uncomfortable. Once most of the gamers had arrived on the deck, Sherlock used his dominant aura to restrain the gamers. Then he said loudly, “Heroes of the Underworld! Winterfell is in danger, and the lives of the inhabitants are at stake. You are immune to the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods and the Mana influence. We have to find Winterfell’s Dungeon Core and rescue it from the clutches of the Ancient Gods army.

Sherlock waved his hand and pointed at Winterfell.

“Let’s advance! Citizens of Eternal Kingdom, help me take care of these three Hamsters.”

Sherlock placed the three Hamsters on the ground. They were a bit puzzled as they looked at the quiet crowd, not knowing what to do.

Sherlock extended his Devil’s wings and leaped off the Airship, gliding towards Winterfell.

Once Sherlock left, the unrestrained gamers surrounded the three Hamsters excitedly.

The situation was out of control. Because the Hamsters were too cute, some gamers started feeding them.

The Hamsters observed the various foods provided by the gamers. Though the food was mainly clay, it was better than being hungry for the past few days.

A mission appeared in the minds of the gamers:

[Create a temporary Stronghold in Winterfell and look for the Dungeon Core.]

That was the mission.

The main character for carrying out the mission was the previous Winterfell Mana Engineer—Yoda!

As a Mana Engineer, he was most familiar with the location of the Dungeon Core. The gamers looked for Yoda to pick a suitable landing spot.

Yoda was worried about a problem.

“I’m worried about my family. I don’t know how they’re doing. The despicable Ancient Gods army, they actually attacked Winterfell. How did they do that?”

The eyes of the gamers lit up with excitement.

“Where’s your family? We’ll rescue them!”

A few gamers were talking in discreet.

“We encountered the Strange Encounter Mission at the beginning of our Battle Campaign. Our luck is very good!”