Moroes held two worms in his hands. The worms had the numbers “8” and “9” on them.
They were large numbers. To have such large numbers, it was considered a winning situation.
What if the other player had a double “9”?
Moroes pondered over this possibility. He tried to recall the number of times the number “9” had appeared. In a game, the number “9” could only appear four times.
Did the number appear once or twice?
Sweat dripped from the forehead of Moroes. He had become very nervous.
“Moroes, why are you so slow?”
“Hurry up.”
“Yes, yes. Put out your worms.”
The three Sludge Monsters tried to cajole Moroes into putting out his worms.
Moroes lifted his head. He wanted to rebuke the Sludge Monsters, but he noticed the Short Sword and Shield placed outside the sentry post.
He recalled the divorce with his wife, the extreme anguish, and the need to prove himself and challenge Mammon…
Memories flooded Moroes’ mind. He recalled why he had come here…
“Eight! Nine!”
Moroes threw out the two worms, and he smiled victoriously. However, a Sludge Monster also smiled victoriously and trembled with excitement.
It was easy to recognize when a Sludge Monster was trembling.
“Nine! Nine!”
The Sludge Monster placed two of his worms down. The other Sludge Monsters looked on with disappointment and threw down their worms.
Moroes had to throw down the worms on the table since they would be the winner’s loot.
“Actually, my wife just divorced me…” Moroes said sadly while the winning Sludge Monster shoved all of the worms into his mouth.
The winner then waved his tentacles and said, “Don’t say anymore. Let’s have another round!”
“Great!” Moroes said excitedly.
A few gamers stood outside the sentry post and looked at Moroes as they chatted.
“Is there a Strange Encounter Mission? Why are they playing for so long?”
“This must be the ‘Dungeon’ version of the Gwent Witcher card game. His wife left? No problem, they’re playing another round.”
“Let’s go. This Moroes is useless. He has no missions for us. It’s better to work at the construction site. The salary is two Magic Stones per day!”
“We don’t earn all of the Magic Stones, as the system will tax half our proceeds.”
“That’s good enough. The salary for working at the crossroad intersection outpost is only one Magic Stone per three days.”
“But we have to queue here, and they only allow 1,000 gamers. I wonder, when will it be our turn?”
The gamers chatted as they walked towards the construction site to register for work. Their chances were low since tens of thousands of gamers had registered. The rest of the gamers didn’t manage to register, because the Teleport Portal was packed with gamers. There was a long queue stretching all the way in Eternal Kingdom.
Patrick Star stood outside the farm boundary. He could see Goblins from Eternal Kingdom all around. Occasionally, there were some Gnomes, Houndhead Men, or Orcs. However, their numbers were much fewer than that of the Goblins.
He heard that the warriors of Eternal Kingdom were going to fight against the evil Devil King Mammon, who had invaded the farm. To Patrick Star, it was Lord Sherlock who was going to deal with Devil King Mammon.
How could the Goblins have the courage to fight against Mammon? Only a powerful superior Devil could have the courage. The warriors must have received the order from Lord Sherlock to come here.
Patrick Star was curious to know the future development. He thought that there was going to be bloodshed, but things turned out different from what he expected.
The warriors of Eternal Kingdom were bribed into submission.
Though it was called “temporary work” and had a pay of two Magic Stones per day, everyone could see that the invaders of the farm were afraid of the large number of warriors from Eternal Kingdom. Hence, they used a high salary to bribe the warriors of Eternal Kingdom, and the brave warriors agreed.
Patrick Star observed that the warriors didn’t hesitate to accept the high-paying job. They picked up the tools and started working diligently.
After the Teleport Portal was constructed, countless Goblins came out and occupied most of the outer boundary of the construction site. Then they queued up to register for work, collecting their safety helmets and uniforms before starting work.
There was a long queue of people waiting to work at the construction site.
What was the work at the construction site like? Patrick Star thought that he wouldn’t be allowed to go in and have a look. He was a reporter and part of the mass media. If the invader was Devil King Mammon, it would be big news. Even if it was the Seventh Devil King, Mammon, the Devil Management Committee and the Unions wouldn’t let him off.
Times had changed.
According to news from Eternal Kingdom, Devil King Mammon was going after the treasure hidden underneath the farm. If that was true, the treasure would be considerably large to require so many workers. Devil King Mammon wouldn’t allow reporters to go inside in case the truth was divulged.
That was what Patrick Star thought until the Werewolf manager invited him inside for interviews. The Werewolf manager said, “Our intention is to create a large theme park. Why are there so many creatures here? Why are the reporters here? Are the creatures from Eternal Kingdom? I’ve heard of them…”
“Are they really building a large theme park?” Patrick Star was in disbelief until he entered the construction site and examined a comprehensive document.
“We are a company that follows the rules and regulations. How can we invade another creature’s land? We negotiated with the Gnomes before purchasing the farm at a high price. Take a look at our Land Lease Agreement.”
The Werewolf manager took out the agreement after he got to know the intention of the reporters. There was a hand signature on the agreement.
The hand signature looked like the palm of a Gnome.
Patrick Star pondered hard. Could all these misunderstandings be the mischief of that Gnome?
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