153 Murmurs of the Ancient Gods (1/2)

The gamers of Eternal Kingdom warmly welcomed Peasant, Sylvanas, BurningChestHair, NotWearingPants, and Arthur back to the Dungeon.

As for Sherlock, Eggface, Brainiac, and Evelynn, the gamers only surrounded them but didn't ask them any questions.

Because they knew if they wanted to know first-hand information, it was best to ask the five gamers.

”How was it? What happened at the Winterfell meeting?”

”Gosh, we saw a Huge Dragon! Wait for our screenshots on the forum!”

”Why didn't the game officials release the Plot Animation? We want to watch it too!”

…

Sherlock brought Evelynn, Brainiac, and Eggface back to the Dungeon Core Main Hall.

When Sherlock sat in the chair, Eggface noticed Sherlock's solemn face. He asked Brainiac softly, ”What's the Ancient Gods about? The name sounds cool!”

Brainiac turned his head to look at Eggface as he said, ”The compulsory educational textbooks mentioned that before. They are the Ancient Gods that ruled the Underworld and Surface World. One hundred thousand years ago, they were defeated by the Underworld led by the superior Devils and other New Gods. Haven't you taken compulsory education?”

”Dragon of the Void and Master of Dark Flames does not need an education!” Eggface said.

”All of you may leave.” Sherlock supported his forehead with his hands as he spoke in a low, frightening voice.

Brainiac bowed to Sherlock before leaving.

Evelynn pinched her finger nervously as she looked at the worried face of Sherlock and left. As a useless Succubus, she was unable to help Sherlock.

Eggface brewed a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and sighed. Then he wobbled his fat body using his short rear legs and walked to Sherlock's side. He put the bloody chrysanthemum tea beside Sherlock and pulled out a chair.

Sherlock leaned his forehead on his palm and extended the other hand out as he said, ”Thank you.”

His hand grasped at the empty air.

”Goo loo, goo loo.” Sherlock lifted his head and saw Eggface sit down and finish the tea all by himself.

”Ha… the tea is very nice. Do you have more? I finished the last cup.” Eggface put down the teacup and looked at Sherlock.

”Aren't you playing the game in which the undead dodges the hammer? I'm going to watch you play.”

”Get lost,” Sherlock said as he pointed at the door.

…

”Sherlock's not in a good mood. I can understand since the Ancient Gods are troublesome. After I awakened, I didn't hear anyone mention the Ancient Gods and thought they were extinct. I heard they were being sealed tens of thousands of years ago,” Bru said.

”If Lord Sherlock's worried about the Underworld losing to the Ancient Gods of the Void, why don't we submit to the Ancient Gods? The otherworld's gamers are in harmony with the Ancient Gods. Most of the gamers were fans and believers of the Ancient Gods.”

”Why do I have to submit to Ancient Gods who were obsolete for tens of thousands of years?” Sherlock lifted his head and sighed.

”I'm not bothered by the Ancient Gods. I'm…”

”What's that? If Lord Sherlock isn't bothered by the Ancient Gods, then what's bothering you?” Bru asked, bewildered.

”I made a calculation. I suddenly realized I made a grave mistake.” Sherlock spread out his hands and said seriously, ”I tried all sorts of ways to keep Eggface, but after seeing his dad leave him without hesitation, I had a realization. There are no benefits in keeping Eggface.”