Gamers of the Underworld

Dark clouds gathered at a very low altitude. Flashes of white-green lightning could be seen occasionally.

At Specter College Training Ground No. 69.

After a white magical brilliance of light, five Goblins whose head were showing green words teleported in.

The five Goblins looked around, but they were not in a hurry to enter the tower.

The Training Ground was disguised as a desolate battlefield by Mana. There were scattered white bones and broken obstructions. All these were just props.

“They acted quite similar to previous combatants—finding the exit the moment they entered,” Brainiac commented as he looked at the Goblins in the crystal ball.

“I hope that their performances are better. Keep an eye on the other groups. It’s almost time for my class, so I’m leaving,” Professor Bacon reminded Brainiac. He drank the bloody chrysanthemum tea, and the tea dripped down as he walked out of the room.

Brainiac bowed as Professor Bacon left. Then he sat down and observed the crystal ball.

The Goblins had given up looking for an exit. They chose the Goblin with the Short Bow as the front scout, and the four Goblins walked abreast in the second row. They advanced warily into the high tower.

The examination rules were amended to cater to the Devil Lord’s requests and take care of the Goblins.

There were two graduating students to a group, and they were only allowed to use the lowest ranking Skeleton Soldiers.

They were being assessed by other examiners on how they controlled a fixed number of Skeleton Soldiers to defeat the combatants. If they were unable to defeat the Goblins, the Liches weren’t able to graduate.

As the largest and most notable northern Spiritual Faculty, Specter College had the most stringent management and academic requirements to guarantee the quality of its students.

This was the reason why many students failed to graduate.

To Brainiac, these Goblins looked skilled and wielded their weapons confidently. But once they encountered the Skeleton Soldiers, they would break down…

“What the heck?”

Brainiac couldn’t believe his eyes. The Goblins threw stones at the Skeleton Soldiers out of the blue. Then they hid in a corner as they spoke frantically,

“Gosh, put away your Short Bow, will you? Did you see another group of Skeletons in front? If you trigger their Aggro, how do we deal with four Skeleton Soldiers?”

“That’s out of my range. Why are you so scared?”

“Stop talking. Focus your attention. Peasant, go forward and taunt them.”

“Grandsons!”

“How did you taunt them? Why are these Skeleton Soldiers after me?”

“I’ve asked already. Are you sure these Skeleton Soldiers have Aggro?”

“That Cramer had it. Why wouldn’t the Skeleton Soldiers have it?”

“D*mn! My buttock is hit!”

“Don’t panic. It’s alright if it’s Off-Tank. Don’t you have a shield? Whoever the Skeleton Soldiers attack becomes the Tank! Hurry!”

…

Brainiac observed that the Goblins were panicking when the Skeleton Soldiers attacked. Soon, they became composed and started attacking the Skeleton Soldiers.

He was surprised the Goblins didn’t escape and exhibited basic combat skills. After a few minutes, they slashed the Skeleton Soldiers into a bunch of bones, and Brainiac started to ponder.

The Goblins gathered the scattered equipment and placed it in a corner. After that, they continued their advance.

Brainiac was puzzled about why the Goblins looked so happy.

What was wrong with them? Was that Goblin not injured?

Why did the injured Goblin not abandon his comrades and flee?

Why were the Goblins not afraid of the Skeleton Soldiers?

How did the Devil Lord train the Goblins?

Why were the Goblins smiling? Did they not know that they could die?

Brainiac felt these questions were out of his understanding. As a Brainiac and a genius, his research covered all the Underworld creatures and races, including Goblins.

The more he researched Goblins, the more he discovered that besides their large numbers and fast growth rates, they didn’t have any positive points.

These creatures were hunted for fun since ancient times, and they were merely grain storage zombies. If they weren’t able to speak or have group activities, it would be questionable whether they had intelligence.

Brainiac wasn’t prejudiced against the Goblins, but he didn’t like them, and he wasn’t curious about them. He wasn’t like the ancient creatures who killed Goblins for fun.

He belonged to the new age and received new age education. He didn’t have such primitive thinking. The times had changed.

However, the vulnerability of Goblins hadn’t changed. What about these Goblins?

Brainiac switched the images in the crystal ball in disbelief. He looked in on the other groups of Goblins. Besides a group of Goblins who perished against an overwhelming number of Skeleton Soldiers, the rest of the Goblins advanced to the second level.

They would keep the Skeleton Soldiers’ equipment as though they were worth a lot of money.

These Goblins… what on earth was happening?

…

The gamers were fighting with their sweat and blood in the “Specter College: Training Grounds” Instance Dungeon for Reputation Points, equipment, and first-hand tactical intelligence.

The evil, greedy, cold-hearted, and cruel Devil Lord Sherlock sat on the chair and gazed at the Magic Stones Card as he counted the numbers happily. More than 10,000 Magic Stones!

After purchasing the Dungeon, Sherlock didn’t have that much wealth, until now.

He was loading Civilization 6 on his computer screen and downloading the [“Anno” series.rar].

Red fireballs appeared at the Dungeon Core, and a letter was spat out from the flames.

The letter was clean, and small crimson hearts were drawn on the cover.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. What the heck is this?