Number One Dungeon Supplier

"Master Jin!" A voice so familiar came the moment the Dungeon Supplier entered the dungeon instance. Jin's eyes lit up as he heard those voices as if they were something nostalgic.

But in this dungeon instance, the only happy thing that could happen was their reunion as the demise of the enemy was tragically the main event.

As the frontline commanders entered the Workshop with their Mechanoids, they were surprised that they did not close their gates to the workshop entrances. It was as if they were being welcomed to take the workshop while the defenders went helter skelter. Perhaps, due to their rush of adrenaline, the private corpo commanders did not care and wanted to end this as soon as possible, demanding his troops to move in as soon as possible.

They never knew that they were going into a death trap.

At first, the returning fire felt sporadic as the defenders were trying to run away from them, causing the Mechanoids to give chase but once the shots stopped, it was then the Private Corpo Mechanoids began to analyse the situation they were in.

"Error. Master Blueprint invalid. The current interior does not match with the Master Blueprint." One of the leading Mechanoids stated to her commander.

"What are you talking about? Perhaps, this is some secret room that stinky Old Fammet did not submit. That means we were right in trying to chase them down. Keep your guard up and search for the nearest exit." The Private Corpo Commander said as he too started to calm down and look around.

Based on their surroundings, they were in some sort of storage facility as bulks of containers were in sight stacking high within the room, leaving visibility to the minimum. It was not so constrained as there was sufficient leeway to move through the containers but the lack of lighting made it hard for the commander to manoeuvre.

He does have night vision but for some reason when he turned it on, everything turned extremely bright as if the lights were on and he immediately knew that the containers were painted with a counter against night vision, causing him to see properly. The commander tried to borrow the sights of his Mechanoids but it was of no avail. Even their other vision modes had been compromised and the only thing they could use was standard vision with their torchlights on.

Yet, the commander was wary of attacks as he was not some newbie leader who just came out of grad school. He might not be the most veteran of them all but there were a few missions under his belt so he knew that this current place he was in was prone for ambushes. Thus, he immediately tells the rest of his Mechanoids to increase the sensitivity of their other senses by putting more processing speed in those sensors.

What he did not know was that the defenders who had been hiding were dying to hear that command from him. Following that command, they instantly started blasting hideous rock metal instrumentals throughout the facility and this caused the Mechanoids who were tuned up their sensitivity began to tremble at the spot, allowing them to be vulnerable to ambush attacks.

And that was what the defenders were waiting for. Equipped with custom earplugs to prevent ear damage and using the System to communicate like mind telepathy, the defenders jumped out of tiny crevices between the containers and ripped the heads off their enemies. The movement was so swift that the first wave of defenders could hardly be seen nor heard.

Only when the second wave came, there were silhouettes of these shadowy figures slicing through air, cutting the Mechanoids' heads with ease. They were not using guns but conventional weapons to cut their numbers down.

It was only through a fortunate glimpse with a shine of the torchlight that the commander finally saw what was causing such a menace to his troops. However, he could not believe his eyes that a rat was fully equipped from head to toe rushing towards him. This bewilderment seeing a rat intelligently swooping towards the commander caused him to utter the word "Rat!" before his head could leave his neck.

"Tsk. Come on, I am a mouse! A down to earth Mousefolk!" Poppy grumbled as he saw the man pronounce the word Rat rather than Mouse. (After all, they were all wearing earplugs)

"You honestly cannot blame them. You are probably so ugly that you are mistaken for a rat." Pippy teased and Poppy grumbled.

"You guys still haven't gotten over that fact?" Jin asked as he watched from the sides as his Were Mice were killing the remaining Mechanoids now that their commander had fallen. "How else am I going to entrust you guys to fight alongside the new Demon Rats that we had recruited?"

"Urghh, if it's the master's orders. We will do our best. Besides, Mistress Qiu Yue also forced us to have a 'make peace' event between the current group of survivors and the new Demon Rats. She wants to show us that the Demon Rats were inherently not evil. Just that the top people were evil." Poppy sighed as he flew with his new flying gear. (It's still literally like the gear those soldiers used in the Attack of Giants, just more modernised)

"Then you should listen to her." Jin smiled as he could feel that Qiu Yue was really taking the Boss role seriously. In contrast, the real Dungeon Supplier could be content being the Boss in the shadow. It was hectic but the adventure he had in the Synthesis World was second to none for now.

"Everyone's dying to learn what had happened to you and they thought that you abandoned us," Pippy said.

"You could say I am just taking an extended vacation." Jin shrugged.

"Ignore Pippy, he was just too lazy to learn that Moloch had given out notices that you are away due to circumstances," Poppy replied and even as the rest of the Mousefolk finished off the remaining Mechanoids who were putting up a meaningless struggle, Jin continue to interact and learn what had happened to them when he was away.