Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Because of Morgan’s words, the atmosphere in the Meeting Hall became tense. Nicholas was grave, and he looked at Morgan and asked, “Wait a moment, Mr. Morgan, this joke isn’t funny. Are you imitating the dialogue from ‘The Forbidden Kingdom’?”

“No. I have made us of my personal influence and applied to the Devil Management Committee to declare war on Eternal Kingdom. Before long, Lord Sherlock will receive the notification from the Devil Management Committee. It will be a legal war to the death. After I win, I will take over all of your wealth and citizens. But I won’t kill them, I’ll torture them and let them pay the price for what they have done,” Morgan said maliciously.

“I don’t understand. My citizens…” Sherlock frowned as he looked back as his restrained gamers and said, “What did they do to deserve your hatred? I remember that we were fighting Samael. On some level, we saved your brother. Isn’t Andrew your brother? That’s what I found out.”

“Andrew? I don’t care about him. I’m talking about you, Sherlock, I want you!”

Morgan stood up and spread out his hands as he shouted loudly.

The Orc exclaimed in shock and covered his face. From the gaps in his fingers, his eyes exuded excitement and anticipation.

“You… He…”

Eggface looked at Sherlock and Morgan, then he lowered his head, nodded, and said, “Apologies, I’ll move my nest away.”

“To prevent any misunderstanding, I have to clarify, are you doing this because of Michelangelo’s relic? Even if I’m killed, you can’t get Michelangelo’s relic.”

Sherlock immediately said, “Since you staked everything on this death war, even if the Devil Management Committee doesn’t agree to your application, I’ll agree to your request. My citizens and I will wait in my Dungeon for your attacks! Can you reveal your total worth to me?”

“Wait a moment. Lord Sherlock, you’re fighting Eternal Fire! Let Winterfell mediate this misunderstanding,” Nicholas said nervously. He tried to diffuse the explosive atmosphere between Sherlock and Morgan, but it seemed impossible.

“Eternal Fire won’t be fighting against you, it’s my own Dungeon. I purchased a nearby Dungeon and will use it to attack Eternal Kingdom.”

Morgan stood up and placed two tickets on the table in front of Nicholas and Sherlock.

“These are tickets for the performance tomorrow. I hope that you can support me. Farewell, and see you on the battlefield, Lord Sherlock.”

Nicholas looked in disbelief at the back view of Morgan. He said, “Morgan… he likes to act…”

He thought of Sherlock and quickly said, “Lord Sherlock, though I know that you and your warriors are brave, it’s better to appeal against such needless war. The other Dungeon Lords and superior Devils will support your appeal. This kind of unreasonable war should be condemned!”

Nicholas spoke with agitation, but Sherlock didn’t agree. He waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry, Nicholas, Eternal Kingdom will never refuse a fight. Of course, I have no intention to involve you and Winterfell. Just watch from the sidelines.”

“Lord Sherlock…” Nicholas said with concern.

However, Sherlock lifted his hand and said, “Don’t dissuade me. I won’t refuse such a good deal. I’ll return to prepare for the war.”

Sherlock left the Meeting Hall with Eggface, Brainiac, and the gamers, leaving a befuddled Nicholas inside the room.

Good deal?

…

The news of war between Eternal Kingdom and Morgan spread like wildfire on the discussion forum.

There were many posts that had the following titles:

The war with the Ogres hasn’t ended, and we haven’t fought with Polio, but we have to abandon the new Instance Dungeon?

A Dungeon War is brewing! The clash of two Dungeons!

Victorian pigs, watch how we experience the new content with hate and jealousy!

The Victoria City gamers are at fault. I will lodge complaints with the customer service Black Dragon! Please queue up!

As a Victoria City gamer, I’m thinking of changing factions.

There was a post that was hidden in the deluge of posts:

I am Hoodlum with Weapon Level 10.

…

Hoodlum lay on the ground in darkness. His breathing was even, and his body remained motionless.

The bearded Sword Trainer stood in the darkness and looked at Hoodlum, who was lying on the ground. The Sword Trainer had countless doubts in his mind.

Why did the severely deformed Hoodlum have such strong willpower? No matter how tough the training was, he could complete it. Even if he suffered multiple fractures, he didn’t feel anything. His fractured bones protruded out of his flesh, and he had to be healed by Mana more than ten times.

It was as if Hoodlum didn’t have any feelings, but that was impossible. During combat, he reacted to various wounds caused by weapons. This was a basic requirement for a warrior. If he was unable to feel wounds, how could he fight?

After a hellish training regime, Hoodlum’s combat skills improved by leaps and bounds. He had no fear of death, pain, or exhaustion, and he could even smile merrily. The Sword Trainer felt that he had wasted his life, even feeling fearful of Hoodlum.

Within a short period of time, the Sword Trainer saw results. Hoodlum was breaking his limits, and he could defeat the guards with his hands. If he was given a weapon, the guards would have been dead!

Of course, Hoodlum would also suffer serious injury.

That wasn’t important. He could see the unlimited potential of Hoodlum, who could become famous and be successful. And Hoodlum was his disciple!

The bearded Sword Trainer calmed down. He would like to wake Hoodlum and continue the class, but nobody could force Hoodlum to do anything against his will, not even the Sword Trainer. He could only wait for him to wake up. It was almost time.

Hoodlum slowly sat up exactly when the Sword Trainer had expected.

“Gosh, the Eternal Kingdom Faction is so interesting. I wish I could join them. When I finish my Chain Missions, I’ll kill Arthur!” Hoodlum muttered to himself as he stood up. The Sword Trainer was used to his strange blabbering. He threw a Longsword to Hoodlum, and its blade had been sharpened.

“Hoodlum, the goal of your practice has changed. You now have only one goal.” The Sword Trainer trembled with unrestrained excitement.

“Use everything you know to defeat me!”

…

The busy Victoria City was almost complete. Houses constructed of wood and stone lined both sides of a road.

The gamers were being strictly supervised by the three Hamsters, so they couldn’t deviate from the construction rules and regulations.

The city of 5000 was developed for over a month, and most of the gamers had built their own houses based on their hard work.

Victoria City had more available land compared to the land-scarce Eternal Kingdom. Each gamer of Victoria City had a ten square meter house, which could be expanded in the future. However, the gamers of Eternal Kingdom didn’t have such a luxury. This was a benefit for the gamers of Victoria City.

At the outer boundary of the city, Edward Scissorhand kept his body as low as possible to hide, watching nervously.

Edward Scissorhand was very worried that the forest would be cleared one day. He wasn’t an environmentalist, but he was worried that he would have no cover after the trees were cleared.

An Elf who didn’t have green words above his head was scolding a group of logging gamers because they exceeded the permitted limit. He then led the gamers to another logging area.

Edward wasn’t bothered by this, as his goal was to record a map of Victoria City!

Over the past few months, Edward Scissorhand wasn’t idling. Where he fell, he would pick himself up! That was his motto!