- Won’t you come and congratulate us, boss?

- We can’t let he be alone with you, Your Majesty, not in your present situation!

Marcus fumed as he heard the words coming from the mouths of two of his “four kings”. They had been waiting for a long time in order to get him out of his “hole”.

He looked at his dungeon core. If he was killed, then it was all for grabs. He could do a thing or two, but if he failed, then…

Marcus had never been much of a gambler. He hated shooting in the dark the most. “What are the odds?”, “What can I do to ensure I can win?”, “Is it worth it?”, those were the kind of thoughts that flooded his mind most of the time.

Still, sometimes, and this was one of them, one needed to gamble.

With a heavy heart, he then placed his hands on his Dungeon Core.

He made no sounds. Saying out loud what one was doing wouldn’t be of any help for him at the moment.

However, he still activated a spell. A dungeon spell called “Immortal Soul”. As long as he remained as the dungeon’s master, his soul would be connected to it and his body would be but a vessel for his will.

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It was a regular dungeon skill, so no ban could be issued by doing so.

The only problem, though, was that, if his body was killed, then the dungeon would immediately reform it right beside its core - at the cost of a lot of MP.

As the big rock in front of his cave lift up, the four kings entered his chambers with a tied-up hostage being held by two of them.

They frowned as their noses went numb. The half-lit room smelled like it hadn’t been washed up in years. Garbage could be seen at the corners, and a rotting stench came from Marcus himself.

The “Emperor” wasn’t in his best condition.

In fact, his loose skin and yellow teeth made the Kings think on methamphetamine addicts from the real world. Not a pretty sign to see.

Still, it was not the time to strike. Not yet.

- Give me him. Give me!

The far-reaching, scheming emperor hastily took the prisoner on his hands. Forcing him on his knees, Marcus started the videocast option. A few threatening words later, and he tossed Sasha on the ground.

- Prepare for battle. We take that damn dragon out today!

Fighting against Jack was madness. All of the Kings knew it. Not only to mention that they had to go to great lengths in order to deal almost no damage to him the last time, only lasting because the Dragon King had to logout after a bit - giving them just enough time to finish emptying his treasure trove - he now was also a Max Level player.

Now that they had no easy means to do it and treasure wasn’t his focus - in fact, had it not been for his treasure, Jack wouldn’t even mind giving this hollowed mountain to then in the first place - wouldn’t they suffer?

No matter. Their blades were ready.