Chapter 12: High-Risk, High-Reward
The retreat of the tactical unit was a victory, but a hollow one.
Ragnar had gained a few pieces of scrap metal and a tiny sliver of experience, but it had cost him nearly half his goblin forces. It was an inefficient trade.
Professionals were too dangerous and their numbers were limited.
He needed a different kind of customer for his dungeon. He needed the ignorant, the greedy, and the desperate. He needed students.
He lounged on his throne, scrolling through his phone. He opened the browser and navigated to [The Under-Realm], the message board for his fellow Lords of Chaos.
It was, as always, a cesspool of incompetence and bad advice.
User: LordGorefang
Subject: My True Core is a lava lamp. Is this normal?
User: xX_ShadowQueen_Xx
Subject: Ugh, another Hero party invaded.
They tracked mud all over my pristine torture chamber. So rude! Any tips for cleaning bloodstains out of white carpet?