Chapter 88: The Citizens of Eternal Kingdom Are Absolutely Loyal

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Brainiac’s eye sockets were showing shock, bewilderment, and anger from the insult.

“Lord Sherlock, perhaps you didn’t read my resume carefully. From the first year in college, I mastered summoning and control of Skeleton Soldiers. In the tenth year, I could control over a hundred Skeleton Soldiers. From the twentieth year, I started to research advanced Spiritual Mana. From then on, I produced a Spiritual research paper every year…” Brainiac spoke rapidly but was interrupted by Sherlock.

“No, it’s not your ability. I’m not doubting your skill level. As a Lich, your achievements are that of a genius that appears once in a thousand years. But you are not good enough for Eternal Kingdom in terms of servitude and loyalty.”

Sherlock immediately said, “The citizens of Eternal Kingdom may not be as capable as you, but each of them works very hard for Eternal Kingdom. Every day, once they open their eyes, they think of how to make Eternal Kingdom the evilest and greatest Dungeon. Even if they work to death, they are still smiling because they know their deaths are worthwhile—to make Eternal Kingdom the greatest Dungeon.”

Brainiac frowned and thought for a while.

After calming down, Brainiac discovered that something was amiss.

Was there… a pit that they were waiting for him to jump into?

Were his Dungeon citizens willing to sacrifice their lives to contribute to Eternal Kingdom like Lord Sherlock had described?

If that was true, how did he do it?

No, it couldn’t be true. The Goblins that participated in the Specter College’s graduation research were most likely drugged so that they weren’t afraid to die. But they were willing to sacrifice their lives to develop Eternal Kingdom and could even smile while dying?

Brainiac’s mind was in chaos.

Brainiac’s instincts told him that things weren’t that simple. Because, when the name Eternal Kingdom appeared, all the things relating to the Dungeon and Lord Sherlock were inexplicable.

The things that Lord Sherlock had done were illogical, but he couldn’t detect that Lord Sherlock was lying.

“Young lad, I know that you attended a prestigious college and received a premium education. It’s understandable that you are ambitious since you have just graduated,” Sherlock said calmly.

“These Goblins didn’t attend school for fifty years like you or have your talent that appears once in a thousand years. However, I treat them as my good citizens, and they have qualities that you don’t possess.”

“Go back, Brainiac. When you are ready to contribute to Eternal Kingdom, and when you have the Goblin’s enlightenment, you will be welcomed by us.”

Sherlock turned around and cast a huge shadow on Brainiac.

Brainiac watched the retreating Lord Sherlock and lowered his head. He couldn’t help recalling his mentor, Professor Bacon.

In his memories, Professor Bacon taught him the proper way to appreciate the bloody chrysanthemum tea.

During late nights, he would be draped in a cloak while he checked on the poor female students in their dormitories.

Professor Bacon’s voice and words flashed through his mind. Brainiac lifted his head abruptly and opened his jaws.

“… with Lord Sherlock’s ambition and wealth, the future is extremely promising… Are you thinking that Lord Sherlock found some free method to increase the Goblins’ intelligence and sent those Goblins to us because he lacks money?”

“… I formed good relations with him and persuaded him to collaborate with Specter College.”

When the memories appeared in Brainiac’s mind, he was instantly enlightened!

If what his mentor said was true…

Brainiac focused his gaze on Sherlock’s figure. All the things that had occurred flashed through his mind. Together with his teacher’s words, Brainiac was sure of one thing:

All the collaborations were the result of the good relationship between his teacher and Lord Sherlock. Moreover, he was the most highly valued student of Professor Bacon. Lord Sherlock had wealth, power, and was a capable superior Devil.

So, Professor Bacon made use of the close relationship with Lord Sherlock to help him.

Lord Sherlock agreed to let Brainiac work in the Dungeon because of Professor Bacon and Brainiac’s curiosity. In addition, Brainiac had to suffer during the journey. Even the administrative fee had to be paid by him.

To Brainiac, Lord Sherlock was indeed powerful since he was able to undertake the Specter College’s graduating research alone.

That was Professor Bacon showing him a way out!

Brainiac felt a sense of warmth in his bones, and his image of Professor Bacon became extremely tall. Tears welled up in his eye sockets. I understand now, teacher…

“Lord Sherlock!” Brainiac shouted at the receding figure of Sherlock.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks and turned his head in bewilderment.

“Sorry! Lord Sherlock! I was too arrogant just now. I know what to do. I won’t ask for salary or rest days. Since there are many more things for me to learn, I will become an apprentice and learn diligently in Eternal Kingdom! But…”

Brainiac’s eye socket glinted.

“Please allow me to have a tour of Eternal Kingdom. I want to witness the citizens of Eternal Kingdom and see if they are like what Lord Sherlock said!”

Sherlock, who had walked for a distance, lowered his head as he pondered in silence. When Brainiac’s bones were rattling, Sherlock shouted, “Prepare a contract first!”

…

Brainiac made himself invisible and followed beside Sherlock.

Why did he become invisible? Sherlock explained, “Since you would like to have a tour, make yourself invisible. Then you can see for yourself how the citizens of the Dungeon work hard for the development of Eternal Kingdom. It will be more convincing for you. Don’t you think so?”

Beside Brainiac was a group of dirty Goblins. They were surrounding Sherlock.

Those Goblins had strange green words above their heads, and they were holding Pickaxes, Short Swords, Chisels, and Hammers without handles. And… what was that clump of yellow mass?

Those Goblins stared wide-eyed and muttered things like, “Are there any plots?”, “Routine daily walks?”, and “Disperse, disperse.”

They dispersed quickly.

Without any supervision or a word from the Devil Lord, the Goblins continued constructing houses, smoothing rocks, carrying heavy goods, and using Pickaxes to extract the tough Diamond Seam.

All the Goblins were smiling and looked relaxed.

Even though one of the Goblins carried an overweight rock and broke his leg.

The Goblin hobbled with his broken leg to Sherlock, greeting his comrades along the way.

“Let us gather the materials later, okay? Wait for me to finish carrying the bricks.”

“Okay, I’m carrying the bricks too.”

The Goblin moved in front of Sherlock. Before he spoke, Sherlock said, “Take a rest. Don’t carry the bricks.”

The Goblin was dumbstruck. Then he broke into tears.

“I only broke a leg, and you won’t allow me to carry bricks? Previously, someone broke his back, but didn’t he continue to carry bricks? Ooo, ooo, ooo, why can’t I do it? I want to carry bricks, ooo, ooo, ooo. Sherlie, I want to carry bricks!”

Seeing the tearing Goblin pleading to carry bricks, Brainiac was bewildered. What was that?

Sherlock lifted his hand and healed the Goblin’s leg. The Goblin cried as he continued carrying the bricks.

Sherlock took Brainiac along the tour. Soon, they arrived at the excavated Commercial Area where there were ten Goblins who were as thin as skeletons. From the accumulated ore dust on their bodies, they had worked for a long time.

But they were jovial.

“I’m so happy. I didn’t expect to obtain a mining mission!”

“Yes, yes, I thought I was going to smoothen the stone slabs.”

“I want to mine ore every day. Gosh, I have almost exhausted myself. Hahaha, it’s hilarious. Do you believe that I will die of exhaustion? Remember to help me…”

A Goblin was speaking merrily when he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. His face was smiling while his eyes closed forever.

The Goblin had died of exhaustion, and he was happy.

The moment he died, the nearby Goblins were taken aback. Then someone shouted, “What? Another maintenance? Forget it, continue with the mining. Put him there first.”

They continued their mining. They didn’t bury the dead Goblin.