A dungeon within the Unnamed City.

Angora entered the brand new constructing constructed for the hill-folk siege occasion.

Not like what he thought at first, the dungeon was not darkish and damp however fairly vibrant and dry as a substitute. The partitions weren’t made out of mud that may very well be tunneled with a small rake or whatnot, however concrete partitions much like different Church of Video games buildings the place one might really feel the divine energy of the God of Video games buffing it.

Furthermore, the dungeon itself was not guarded by Gamers, however humanoid automatons.

It was a pity that Angora didn’t take part within the earlier Elven Synchronized Mind Nation (SIN) occasion, or he would have observed that the automatons within the dungeons have been fully completely different from those within the SIN. Nonetheless, the construction within the joints and different components clearly utilized the identical expertise. Ultimately, this world had no copyright legal guidelines, and the flexibility of the gods have been all the time unreasonable—so long as they’d a blueprint, no secrets and techniques could be withheld from them in the event that they studied it severely for a bit.

In fact, the expertise within the mortal realm was not particularly noteworthy, and solely Xi Wei was so eager on adopting expertise belonging to others for widespread use…

Moreover, automatons wouldn’t be confounded and present appreciable capacity in fight, and had energy in numbers—the Gamers’ day by day quests embody making these automatons and so long as they didn’t cease working, the automatons could be limitless in quantity.

And now, Angora glanced on the warden automaton.

Not like the hill-folk imprisoned within the dungeon, the comfort of the System offered the Church of Video games followers further info once they have a look at these issues.

For instance, the automatons have been all named Humagears, and beneath the desk of their stats was a line that learn ‘Humagears haven’t any coronary heart, please don’t trigger programming error by speaking about desires or whatnot’.

Be that as it could, there have been curious Gamers who ran right here, and began blabbing about their desires and whatnot on the automatons after seeing that line. The automatons would all the time react to it by giving stated Participant a beating, and carry them out as in the event that they have been a pig and throw them out of the dungeon… However that was digressing. Both method, until the hill-folk attain the extent of legendary and woke up their miracles, the hill-folk’s intention of escaping the dungeon was like an imbecile’s daydream.

Because the liege of a small city, Angora naturally didn’t come to the dungeon for a pleasure journey.

Whereas the dungeon appeared clear and tidy due to an entire sewer system and the automatons’ tireless cleansing, it didn’t change the truth that this was a jail.

Other than these individuals who had sure eccentric hobbies, nobody would really like the ambiance right here.

Arriving exterior essentially the most particular cell, Angora regarded by means of the glass-like wall that was a lot sturdier than glass.

It ought to have been a slightly solemn scene because the prisoner was the Hill Shaman, the highest-ranked particular person amongst the hill-folk captured by the Gamers.

Nonetheless, despite the fact that Angora had gone by means of a lot storms (and the Gamers’ foolish behaviors) that matured him in comparison with his friends regardless of his youth, he undoubtedly was not as composed as his elders.

Which was why he couldn’t cease trying down on the Shaman’s decrease physique, the place strips of cloths have been tied over his crouch like a supersized diaper.

“I received’t be that rude if I have been you.”

The Hill Shaman glowered at Angora and stated with disdain, “Don’t you plains-folk maintain your manners with pleasure? Plainly your manners lengthen solely that far. Oh, wait, I’ve forgotten-your manners solely embody bowing and kowtowing to these individuals of vital standing.”

“Manners are reserved for these deserving of respect. I deal with even peasants with manners if he has achieved one thing respectfully heroic, and clearly you wouldn’t grant me such courtesy.”

Angora didn’t hesitate to retaliate together with his banter.

“Then it’s finest you pray to your god that I received’t escape. In any other case…” The Hill Shaman’s eyes have been overflowing with killing intent and he was not holding it again.

“You don’t have to waste your breath. This dungeon itself is a blessing from my god.”

Angora unfold his fingers and watched because the Hill Shaman’s expression turned from shock to understanding earlier than changing into stuffed with despair, and felt a slight pleasure from it simply then.

“Nevertheless, it’s not as if we will’t allow you to go in case you are keen to work with us and provides us some info.”

“Dream on! You rattling plains-folk is as vile as shrews. Did you suppose I’d consider you?!”Proving himself to be fairly the character, the Hill Shaman firmly refused Angora’s negotiation after realizing that he might by no means escape from the dungeon. “Don’t get so stuffed with your self—we have been solely ambushed as a result of we have been in a rush. When the opposite hill-folks attain this place, it could be the top for you #$toads*[email protected]#$%!”

The Hill Shaman was mumbling a bunch of unintelligible phrases, and from the context, it appeared that the Hill Shaman was evaluating them, the plains-folk to a bunch of animals, which was fairly a uncommon method of cursing.

Angora couldn’t perceive it and was subsequently not likely offended, since he didn’t intend to finish his System quest that simply.

As such, he turned on his quest panel to look by means of the gadgets famous on it, sniggering imperceptibly earlier than clearing his throat, “I’m not hoping that you’d cooperate that simply both, which was why I’ve ready some interrogation for you…” “Hahaha, you weak plains-folk are such fools!” The Hill Shaman broke into laughter. “We’re the hill-folk who dwell amongst the nice mountains! Our weaklings have lengthy since died within the hunt. Wounds and ache are the norm for us, and even leather-based whip laced with saltwater…”

“Did I even say that I’d torture you?” Angora lower him brief impatiently. “At first, I intend to drug you with two bottles of aphrodisiac and have some belly-dancers provide you with a lap dance, earlier than throwing you into one other cell with a pig whenever you’re burning with arousal and file all the things with a magic stone, and present it to everybody on this dungeon whenever you get better. I’ll repeat it whenever you regain a few of your vigor, and naturally out of human consideration, we’d swap the pig with a canine for a change of palate the second time…”

“Kill me now!” The Hill Shaman screamed, his face turning pale as he rushed towards the wall.

Nevertheless, the dungeon partitions have been made anti-suicide, which was why he bounced again as if hitting a bit of rubber, earlier than being bounced between the partitions of the cell like he dropped on a trampoline.

If one didn’t take discover of the Hill Shamana’s wildly panicking appears to be like, it could be a cheerful scene as if an overgrown little one sporting a supersized diaper was trampolining…