Chapter 32: We Have Guests Coming
Ragnar Vhagar’s domain had found a new, comfortable rhythm.
It was the rhythm of a well-oiled machine, designed for the sole purpose of grinding down the hopes and dreams of university students into a fine dust of experience points.
The first floor, his meticulously planned "Farm," operated like clockwork.
Every six hours, a new party of twelve aspiring heroes would enter, kill some slimes, get roughed up by goblins, and leave with one ugly, but magical, D-Rank sword.
It was a stable, predictable, and profitable business. It was also becoming mind-numbingly boring.
Ragnar, now a Level 4 Demon King, sat on his painfully uncomfortable obsidian throne, idly watching the latest batch of invaders get chased out of the Goblin Playground on his phone.
"Another successful transaction," he murmured to the empty Throne Room.
Gary the kobold, who was trying to teach a newly spawned kobold how to chase its own tail, looked up and barked happily, as if he understood.
Ragnar felt a familiar itch. It was the same feeling he used to get in his old life after grinding in a video game for too long.
The feeling that he was missing the real action. He was the king of his little pond, but he knew there was a whole ocean out there.
Out of sheer, curiosity, he closed the dungeon map and opened the public web browser.