175 Terrifying Unground Fores (1/2)
[ChangeableCapacitorOfCivilianManaTerminal: Can I auction myself?]
[SoulSpirits: Underground Forest! We can cut trees for wood!]
[ScholarWoo: This game is not user-friendly for hand-disabled gamers. We don't want to shoot arrows at our comrades. Hopefully, the game will have assistive features for shooting arrows.]
[SouthernBreezeGoingNorth: Lousy game producers, you have forgotten about it? Because you were busy playing computer games?]
[MoonObserver No.2: I have a Dungeon Core. We have Magic Cannons and most of the components. Why don't we make a Gundam?]
[Hemp Rope Technology: According to the freedom accorded in the game, we should be able to make a Gundam!]
[Peasant: I want to be the Beta Pilot!]
The gamers were supportive of the updated content, but Sherlock had doubts. What was a Gundam?
…
Beast sat in his office and browsed through the official documents.
Because of the sudden invasion of the Ancient Gods army, Beast's workload had been increasing. A male Orc in office lady clothing walked in.
”Senior, take a rest. You have been working for an hour! It's tiring. Since I started working, I haven't seen you work for more than thirty minutes before,” the Orc said in a hoarse voice with concern.
”No, I'm not tired. I can still work for another ten minutes! Please leave me. Everyone in Winterfell is working hard. As a supervisor, how can I slack off?” Beast replied loudly. Then he said in a firm voice, ”Get out! Don't disturb me!”
The concerned Orc glanced at Beast as he walked out helplessly.
Beast put his focus on his work. He sipped his red tea and fell asleep on the table.
His office door was opened once again.
The male Orc in office lady clothing walked in silently. A dark shadow engulfed Beast.
The Orc extended his rough palm towards Beast…
He covered Beast with a blanket.
He put the documents back in the drawers.
He arranged the stationery neatly.
He adjusted the Devil's alarm clock to 27 hours.
Then he left the room and closed the door quietly.
Cheers were heard coming from the employees outside.
”Let's go! Let's go! Let's go to the House of Books to relax!”
”Shh, lower your voice. Keep this matter quiet!”
”Sorry, sorry, let's go.”
The voices of the employees receded into the distance. Beast was sleeping on the table. He muttered softly in his sleep.
…
At the Blacksmith Shop in Eternal Kingdom.
”Pom!”
Simba hammered the armor in front of him into a distorted shape. The Houndhead Man in front of Simba was scared stiff.
Every time equipment was sent for reforging, they knew it was 100% successful, but the way Simba hammered the equipment instilled fear in the gamers.
It wasn't practical for his apprentices to reforge the equipment. There was only a single furnace, and their skills weren't up to par.
A huge Trident was placed by the Blacksmith Shop. The gray Mana shroud had vanished. It was now an ordinary Trident.