novelSelf-Developed Plot
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the chaotic crowd, a Gnome swordsman and a Gnome assassin were having a death duel.
Dragonborn tried his best to regulate his breathing. He couldn't feel pain, but his five senses were extremely acute.
It could be the result of the game's coding.
Whatever the reason, Dragonborn enjoyed this combat that allowed him to use his strength and the freedom of unrestrained fighting.
The wrestling techniques that he had learned could be applied in the game. Even his self-motivation method was effective in increasing his combat power.
His opponent was BurningChestHair. Dragonborn had stabbed BurningChestHair many times, but BurningChestHair didn't suffer any wounds due to his superior equipment.
A fighter with good skills was always welcomed everywhere.
The surrounding gamers cheered them on.
There was no feud between BurningChestHair and Dragonborn. It was just a common "Race for the flag" competition.
The gamers had agreed to meet the NPC Apple at eight in the morning. They were to set off at Winterfell's Eastern Gate and help the Orcs regain their homeland.
How could the gamers arrive at eight in the morning when there was such an exciting mission?
When it was just six in the morning, the gamers started appearing at the Eastern Gate, chatting while waiting for the rest.
As time passed, there were more gamers...
"Selling Winterfell T1 level equipment! Various kinds of green and blue equipment. Purple equipment has to be pre-ordered!"
"Buying Magic Stones! Buying Magic Stones with Renminbi! I'll take all!"
"Is anyone lacking a team member? I want to participate in this mission, but I have no team!"
"Dragon Raja is recruiting members for five of its teams! There are only 30 members in each team! Make haste if you are participating in Apple's mission! Join the Guild before joining the team. We're giving out equipment, Magic Stones, and a Renminbi monthly salary! The Guild chairman is a rich gamer!"
"Anyone game for 'Race for the flag'? Only 100 coins for each round!"
"Selling exquisite salted fish that can increase your defensive power! Selling bloody chrysanthemum tea that is the same type used by Sherlie! Selling Gnome Tuxedo! Come and take a look!"
Similar shouts were heard everywhere.
It was only seven in the morning.
TinyMeatball narrowed his eyes and yawned. He was awoken by his assistant Cherry.
Cherry woke him up because a group of creatures with green words above their heads had gathered at the Eastern Gate—a thousand of them.
TinyMeatball perked up. What was that? Was Eternal Kingdom attacking Winterfell? Impossible. Eternal Kingdom and Winterfell had close diplomatic relations. Sherlock and his servants even saved Winterfell a while back.
TinyMeatball woke up and followed the Garrison Guards to the location.
He gazed at the scene.
The gamers were jumping around, singing, trading goods, and fighting.
"I was an intern for two and a half years..."
Some of them made funny gestures at the Garrison Guards, and they were immediately arrested and hanged without a trial.
The creatures didn't even attempt to save their comrades. Instead, they clapped and cheered.
TinyMeatball gasped in astonishment.
Though he was taken aback, he had to maintain order. After asking around, he understood why they were gathered at the Eastern Gate.
A group of Orcs whose homeland had been occupied by Ogres came to Winterfell to seek help. The servants of Eternal Kingdom were going to be their saviors.
The Garrison Guards weren't against good deeds, but the creatures were blocking the Eastern Entrance, chatting, trading goods, and fighting!
As they were servants of Eternal Kingdom, TinyMeatball didn't dare intervene as long as they didn't create trouble in Winterfell.
TinyMeatball encountered the village Orcs, who were led by Apple.
Apple was surprised when he saw the scene. He thought there were at most 100 to 200 warriors, but there were a thousand!
Apple's eyes were welling with tears. His homeland was saved!
That was what he thought.
...
In the Dungeon Lord Main Hall of Eternal Kingdom.
"Aiya, why are you such a novice? Dead again. I told you to hide here and there. Don't be greedy to do damage at such a critical point of time.
"Time to take a potion! Make haste!
"Mana Skills. Use your Mana skills.
"Use the blade. Stop forging. It's getting critical!
"No, I can't bear to watch anymore."
Sherlock threw the game character Sekiro aside on the computer screen. He stood up, grabbed Eggface's wings, and threw him out.
When Eggface fell to the ground, Sherlock discovered a strange sight. There were no gamers in Eternal Kingdom.
To be precise, there were very few gamers.
It used to be rowdy outside the Dungeon Lord Main Hall at all times. The gamers would be prepping their equipment, reviving their companions or exchanging items, dueling, trading goods, or recruiting Guild members.
Sherlock had never seen so few gamers.
"What time is it?" Sherlock asked instinctively.
"Eight-thirty, " Eggface, who had been thrown on the ground, replied. Eggface was bewildered and asked curiously, "Why aren't there any gamers helping me bathe?"
Eight-thirty? According to logic, the gamers should have been getting online.
"Why are there so few gamers?" Sherlock frowned.
Bru replied to Sherlock diligently, "Lord Sherlock, the gamers are doing a mission!"
"What mission? Did you assign it to them?"
"No, it was the mission from those Orcs yesterday. They developed the Plot, " Bru said.
"Self-developed Plot? You're saying that the gamers are following that Orc, Apple, to save his homeland?"
Sherlock frowned and pondered before he returned to the Main Hall.
"Forget it, let me complete my game first."
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