Mice dominate the dungeon

With a plan in mind, Tucci turned his gaze to Korgan once again.

Looking at its fur, damp with sweat, and its slightly trembling arms.

Tucci frowned and asked:

"You're not an ox, horse, or rat! What are you doing practicing your sword skills at the training camp in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!"

"Or are you just bursting with energy?!"

Korgan turned to look at the group of young and vigorous rats, shaking his head as he said:

"I just want to practice more... Look, I've been practicing for so long and I still haven't mastered this combat skill."

"Korgan, you should know that this combat skill is so rare that even among the adventurers on the ground, only a few can master it to the basics, let alone you."

"Hmm... Boss, you told me about this before..."

Huh? Did I say that...? Twitch doesn't remember.

"So whether you can get started or not depends not only on hard work, but also on talent, and perhaps even the blessing of Lady Luck."

"There's no need to make yourself suffer like this," Tucci paused for a moment and said, "Besides, you're not the only soldier rat holding the line at the front."

Upon hearing this, Korgan suddenly tensed up and tentatively asked:

"Boss, you're not here tonight to try and persuade me to go to the rear, are you?"

"Do you think I have all the free time in the world?!" Tucci replied speechlessly. "I'd rather chat with the mother mouse than try to persuade a stubborn guy like you..."

"That's good." Korgan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Looking at the little guy in front of him, Tucci felt a strange emotion.

Perhaps it was because they hadn't spoken face-to-face for too long, or perhaps it was due to Kolgan's almost rigid personality.

This prompted Tucci to exchange a few more words with Corgando.

"Since you want to stay on the front lines, then stay, but don't die easily on the battlefield!"

"After all, the healing level in the training camp is still quite limited, and I haven't learned the corresponding healing techniques yet."

"so......"

"I promise I'll wait until you learn how to treat the disease before I die on the battlefield!" Korgan cleverly chimed in.

"..."

next moment.

A pink hind paw kicked Korgan in the face, sending him flying.

"Damn! I must be really too bored!!"

Tucci cursed himself inwardly before turning and leaving the training camp.

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The next day, not long after the glowing mushrooms started to light up, the logistics mice received an urgent task from Boss Twitch.

The task ultimately fell to Ironclaw.

Why?!

It's one of the few mice in the mouse park that can write.

For example, the slogans in the warehouse and the signs in the small hut were all written by Iron Claw himself, stroke by stroke.

Iron Claw's ability to write is thanks to Twitch...

When Twitch first came into this world, he did everything himself, even small things like recording and classifying things.

Because at that time, no mice knew how to mark and record!

Later, as Lord Twitch's level increased, the intelligence of the rat horde also improved, and he felt that he could no longer continue like this.

Before he could even become king, he might be exhausted and worn out...

So Twitch selected Ironclaw, who had higher intelligence, and several other mice. After connecting them to the mouse colony's consciousness, he forced them to recognize and write words.

When Ironclaw and the others had barely grasped numbers and basic writing, Twitch dumped all the mundane tasks on them.

Of course, this wasn't because Twitch was being lazy; he simply had more important things to do...

And this is also part of his plan to make the rat park thrive and fully revitalize the rat population!

After that, it became a habit that any work involving text, books, or other cultural matters was handled by Iron Claw and its parent rat team.

In less than half a day, things started to progress.

The copied combat techniques were distributed to the soldiers.

Twitch also gave them a task, not requiring them to learn the combat skills on the paper, but only to understand the text on the paper and the corresponding combat skill diagrams!

They even made Korgan teach them!

As for what books the logistics rats read, Twitch was too lazy to think about it.

As before, we'll first teach Iron Claw and its minions to speak, and then let them teach the other mice little by little.

Studying is always a tough time, and it's the same for mice.

As evening approached, Tucci even connected his consciousness with the consciousness of the rat swarm.

What I heard instead was a chorus of listless wails...

This is too difficult!

This combat skill manual is too difficult, I don't know how to do it!!

I don't understand! I don't understand it at all!!

I just can't concentrate on studying!

After a chorus of wails, a reprimand resounded in the ears of the rat soldiers.

"If you can't endure the hardship of studying, then endure the hardship of training! All the soldier rats are to undergo extra training in the training camp!!"

With the orders of the veteran Korgan, the frontline rat soldiers entered a period of physical and mental exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Big Ears, the support hamster, missed this scene and escaped unscathed, still fast asleep in its little nest...

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Above the Ashes Dungeon, in the Black Forest town.

George Joestar, who had just emerged from the underground city, tightened his coat to prevent the cold wind from seeping into his clothes.

Then, as usual, we went to the [Iron Forge] in the north of the town.

This is a well-known blacksmith shop in the town, and its owner is a dwarf.

Its name is: Uftar Ironbreaker.

Uftal is cheerful and enjoys interacting with the adventurers in the town.

Low-level adventurers like George usually sell the ores they collect to Uftar, since he can offer a relatively reasonable price.

After saying goodbye to Uftal, George carefully placed the silver coin he had just earned into the inside pocket of his coat, making sure it wouldn't fall out, before heading home.

George's house is on the southern edge of the town in the Black Forest.

It takes George nearly an hour to get from the underground city to the blacksmith's shop and then to his home.

For George, this monotonous, stagnant life was something he had long been accustomed to.

However, recently, this stagnant water has begun to ripple...

Ever since George received confirmation of Dardo's whereabouts at the "Last Drink and Tomorrow's Debt" tavern, he has been suffering from insomnia!

He never expected that there would actually be an adventurer from out of town named "Dardo," and that he was a high-ranking Emerald-level figure at that!

In a typical adventurer town, even Platinum-level adventurers are rare, let alone Emerald-level ones.

Even though the Black Forest Town is located on the border of the Anzu Empire, bordering the Demon Clan, its internal and external passages are wide and unobstructed.

Even so, the number of Emerald-level adventurers who come to the town in a year is at most two hands!

Moreover, after thinking back for so many days, George still couldn't figure out where he had offended such a high-ranking adventurer.

Now he's starting to wonder if it's...

After Dardo arrives in the town, his wife or children unexpectedly encounter him and inadvertently offend him!

Perhaps for some reason, Dardo couldn't bring himself to harm his wife or children, so he set his sights on him!

George, who had already reached his house, thought about it more and more and it seemed more and more likely.

Then he slowly opened the door.