Chapter 390: Trampoline (1/2)

A dungeon in the Unnamed Town.

Angora entered the new building constructed for the hill-folk siege event.

Unlike what he thought at first, the dungeon was not dark and damp but quite bright and dry instead. The walls were not made out of mud that could be tunneled with a small rake or whatnot, but concrete walls similar to other Church of Games buildings where one could feel the divine power of the God of Games buffing it.

Moreover, the dungeon itself was not guarded by Players, but humanoid automatons.

It was a pity that Angora did not participate in the previous Elven Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN) event, or he would have noticed that the automatons in the dungeons were completely different from the ones in the SIN. Still, the structure in the joints and other parts clearly applied the same technology. In the end, this world had no copyright laws, and the ability of the gods were always unreasonable—as long as they had a blueprint, no secrets would be withheld from them if they studied it seriously for a bit.

Of course, the technology in the mortal realm was not especially noteworthy, and only Xi Wei was so keen on adopting technology belonging to others for widespread use…

Furthermore, automatons would not be confounded and show considerable ability in combat, and had strength in numbers—the Players’ daily quests include making these automatons and as long as they didn’t stop working, the automatons would be limitless in number.

And now, Angora glanced at the warden automaton.

Unlike the hill-folk imprisoned in the dungeon, the convenience of the System provided the Church of Games followers additional information when they look at those things.

For example, the automatons were all named Humagears, and beneath the table of their stats was a line that read ‘Humagears have no heart, please don’t cause programming error by talking about dreams or whatnot’.

Be that as it may, there were curious Players who ran here, and started blabbing about their dreams and whatnot at the automatons after seeing that line. The automatons would always react to it by giving said Player a beating, and carry them out as if they were a pig and throw them out of the dungeon… But that was digressing. Either way, unless the hill-folk reach the level of legendary and awakened their miracles, the hill-folk’s intention of escaping the dungeon was like an imbecile’s daydream.

As the liege of a small town, Angora naturally did not come to the dungeon for a pleasure trip.

While the dungeon appeared clean and tidy because of a complete sewer system and the automatons’ tireless cleaning, it didn’t change the fact that this was a jail.

Aside from those people who had certain eccentric hobbies, no one would like the atmosphere here.

Arriving outside the most special cell, Angora looked through the glass-like wall that was much sturdier than glass.

It should have been a rather solemn scene since the prisoner was the Hill Shaman, the highest-ranked individual amongst the hill-folk captured by the Players.

Nonetheless, even though Angora had gone through much storms (and the Players’ silly behaviors) that matured him compared to his peers despite his youth, he definitely was not as composed as his elders.