Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After Sherlockâs Version 0.3 Update was published, it received enthusiastic replies.
[DreamingWarEmperor: I am creating an Elf with a Goblinâs face ww]
[Jamb Badil: Iâm 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: Victoriaâs Secret.]
[MeetingYouAtTheDeepEndOfMyLife: Eternal dog, tribal pigs (Manual Comedy).]
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âLord Sherlock. I understand your ambition of gaining the Surface Worldâs wealth, but arenât 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.â
Bru suggested solemnly, âI suggest we accumulate our power and attack the Surface World. Michelangeloâs previous conquest was a good plan. Conquering the Underworld is the way. Why donât we start with Winterfell?â
Bru suggested conquering the Underworld while Sherlock was browsing the replies of the gamers on the forum.
Sherlock didnât respond to Bru. After reading the gamersâ replies, he patted Eggfaceâs head. Eggface was behind Sherlock playing computer games with intense focus, and he replied, âStop disturbing me!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
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 âThe Isleâ, and it was an online game with dinosaurs as game characters. Sherlock wasnât interested in such a game.
âDo you want to go to the Surface World?â Sherlock asked as he grabbed Eggface and walked outside.
âCan you wait until I eat that small Tyrannosaurus? It has been calling since I started playing.â Eggface was pleading earnestly while clinging to his mouse.
âNo.â
Lord Sherlock was emotionless.
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âGet onto the Beetlemon.â
Outside the Winterfell Garrison Guard station, a few armed Orcs were about to escort the dispirited Andrew up a Beetlemon that was parked outside.
Andrewâs 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.
âHehe... Nicholas, are you here to taunt me? Donât be smug, Eternal Fire wonât forsake me. All your accusations are slander! You will pay the price. The Merchant Alliance, Sherlock, and you will pay the price!â
Andrew had a wretched face as he scolded viciously.
âReally? I donât think so. You will spend the rest of your life in regret. Of that, Iâm sure.â
Nicholas lifted up his head and said, âIâm now Winterfellâs Dungeon Lord. The appointment documents will come very soon, so donât you worry about Winterfell. Take him away.â
The Orcs pulled Andrew towards the Beetlemon.
âIâll return! I, Andrew, will definitely return!â
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...
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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.
âWhat are we doing here?â
Eggface was befuddled. He didnât 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?
âYour job is to create a stable Dungeon Core,â Sherlock said to Eggface as he placed a white pearl in the forest.
Sherlock then created a large Rune Mana Formation circle and said, âDo you see these Rune Formations? Transfer your Mana over here. If youâre tired, take a rest. Once all of the Rune Formations are activated, your mission is complete. If Iâm not back by then, wait for me here. There are lots of worms in the forest. If youâre hungry, catch some for yourself. There is a drain by the side. Quench your thirst over there.â
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 didnât say a word. His eyes were filled with disbelief. The rough translation for his behavior wasââI 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?â
âIf your performance is good, Iâll increase your gaming time by an hour. For a month,â Sherlock said as he extended his finger.
âDonât worry, Lord Sherlock, this is my job!â Eggface said solemnly.
Sherlock nodded and walked out of the forest. Eggface asked, âLord Sherlock, where are you going?â
âRecruitment,â Sherlock said.