Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the dark swampland, a few heads of the Marsh Inkspewers popped out from pits.

Sherlock looked at the Marsh Inkspewers and the gamers who were searching in the marsh.

“Greetings, do you know where the home of the tribe chief is?”

A few gamers were asking the Marsh Inkspewers the same question.

The dazed Salted Fish gazed at the unrestrained gamers and Gnomes who were running around and searching in the Marsh Inkspewers’ territory.

After the Goblins and Gnomes searched for half a day in vain, they cursed and started collecting the mud from the marsh.

A gamer who was standing close to Salted Fish said, “They’re very poor. They don’t even have a chest for us to ransack. Forget it, I’ll get some mud to see if it’s worth anything.”

The gamers who attempted to communicate with the Marsh Inkspewers only got “Wah ah ah” as replies. The Marsh Inkspewers who could speak the Underworld common language were too frightened and unwilling to communicate when they saw the gamers rummaging around.

Only Salted Fish was able to communicate well.

“Aiya, your village is beautiful and well decorated. It’s suitable for habitation,” Sherlock said as he looked at the barren, rocky, and marshy environment.

“This place’s beautiful, but it’s not our homeland. Our homeland is the larger and more beautiful marshland in front! But it’s currently occupied by the despicable Large Lizards!” Salted Fish said loudly.

“No matter what, we have to defeat the Large Lizards and chase them away!”

“Hmm, don’t worry. All members of Eternal Kingdom will help and protect you!” Sherlock said as he smiled gently.

Sherlock saw a gamer squatting outside a hole entrance and putting his head inside. Then he pulled out his muddy head and shouted, “Quick! Who has tools? There’s something in the hole!”

“Fool! Use the shield to dig! See if there are any Darting Birds!”

A few gamers gathered and used their shields to dig. Other gamers followed suit and dug up the Marsh Inkspewers’ residential holes.

Because of Bru and Sherlock, the gamers were unable to attack the Marsh Inkspewers directly, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t change the landscape.

The gamers’ objective was not to kill the Marsh Inkspewers but to obtain valuable stuff. After hearing that there was something in the hole, they started to dig.

Salted Fish gaped at them, lifted his hands, and opened his mouth. As he was about to speak, Sherlock lifted his hand and said, “Don’t be mistaken. They’re not digging up and raiding your homes. The members of Eternal Kingdom would never do that. They are checking if your homes are sturdy. Don’t worry.”

The gamers who were digging were taken aback. A gamer threw away his shield and shouted, “What a joke. If we aren’t allowed to dig for mud and ransack the Marsh Inkspewers’ homes, are we still heroes of the Underworld?”

Sherlock looked at Salted Fish and spread out his hands as he said, “See, that is how things will turn out.”

He exerted his dominant aura to restrain the nearby gamers so that they didn’t do strange things. At the same time, he reminded the gamers that a new “Plot” was about to begin.

“We’ll be building an outpost nearby to strengthen the defenses. We’re building walls and trenches to defend against the Large Lizards.”

More and more gamers gathered as they heard information about the starting Plot.

“Wait, Lord Sherlock. Are you planning to build a base in our homeland?”

Before Salted Fish could finish speaking, Sherlock nodded and said, “Of course, it’s your homeland. Previously and now, this place is your homeland, but it might not be the case in the future. We have no intention to invade your homeland. We are hoping to have a safe resting place here. The Large Lizards are not easy opponents. We have to prepare for long periods of battle. The Underworld is a dangerous place. Who knows what other dangers besides the Large Lizards are lurking around?”

“I know. Our tribe is willing to provide a resting place for your warriors, but the Large Lizards do come here occasionally. Though there aren’t many of them, we can’t guarantee your safety,” Salted Fish nodded and said.

“That’s not a problem. To protect the weak, we’ll try our best to help you exterminate the Large Lizards,” Sherlock clenched his fist and said righteously.

A roar that sounded distant came from above his head. It had a breathtaking aura.

That applied only to the Marsh Inkspewers.

The gamers were restrained by Sherlock, and they were all in the “Plot Animation” mode.

Salted Fish quickly ran to the “village” entrance. He grasped his sword and looked up.

In the Underworld, there was no sky, but it had a height of a few hundred meters. A huge figure swept across and above Salted Fish.

While Salted Fish was puzzled about the figure, a 150-meter Black Dragon landed on the ground. The Black Dragon drooped his head and looked at Salted Fish with disdain.

“What’s this? A group of Marsh Inkspewers invaded my small swamp?” the Black Dragon said in a low, hoarse voice and bared his razor-sharp teeth at Salted Fish.

Salted Fish swallowed hard. Looking at the Black Dragon, he unsheathed his weapon bravely. His natural fear of Dragons made his clenched fists tremble.

At this time, a tall figure charged forward and stood in front of Salted Fish. That was Sherlock!

The imposing superior Devil extended his huge wings and gazed at the Black Dragon as he shouted, “Leave this place you evil Black Dragon!”

The Black Dragon raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Sherlock.

“I know you. You’re the Seven Sins Originator, the Karmic Fire Terminator, the Judgement Tongue, Hades Ruler, the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Lord, and the great Devil Lord Sherlock! I didn’t expect to see you here!”

The Black Dragon lowered his head and looked at the inside of his wings for a while before saying, “I’ll not give up this swamp! Pathetic Marsh Inkspewers, don’t expect the Devil and his Goblin army to help you. I’ll be back. The next time, I turn this place into a ruin!”

The Black Dragon intentionally extended the pronunciation of the last few words. Then, he got up and flapped his wings. He left while the excited gamers and the fearful Marsh Inkspewers looked on.

Sherlock released the gamers from his restraint and shouted at them, “Go, citizens of Eternal Kingdom, chase after the Black Dragon! Don’t let him escape!”

The gamers charged wildly in the direction that the Dragon had left.

“Ah—! It’s a Black Dragon!”

“The reins of a Black Dragon!”

“Gosh, does the Dragon look familiar to you?”

“Yes, he looked like the Black Dragon that we saw when the BUG appeared.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be an NPC? Why did he become a BOSS?”

“I don’t know, but it’s awesome!”

“I didn’t expect the development team to be so immature. Sherlie’s titles are shameful.”

“My hubby Sherlie is charismatic!”

“The Plot created by the development team is too unrefined. The modeling is pretty good, but can the script be improved? Perhaps they can use some help on the forum? Maybe the development team can include more fighting scenes. The Plot Animation is too lousy!”

…

Most gamers started searching after hearing Sherlock’s command and the Plot’s mission. A few hundred gamers remained at the Marsh Inkspewer village to see if there were other Plots, while the rest of the gamers wandered aimlessly around.

“It seems like the matter is more complicated than I thought. There’s a Black Dragon roaming around. If I depend on a temporary garrison, it won’t let my warriors fight bravely.” Sherlock looked regretful. He said to Salted Fish, “If there are no leather products and Darting Birds as rewards, they won’t be able to capture the Dragon. Salted Fish, what do you say?”