Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The second day.

The main city resumed its operations.

All the craftsmen were assigned work, and the Undead Skeletons continued their vigorous construction, building the unfinished amusement park.

It looked quite unchanged from before the Dragon Clan's attack.

In the morning, Fang Hao visited the fairies' 'Dreamy Forest.'

Accompanied by the fairy leader, 'Shinisara,' he toured the newly cultivated fields.

As far as the eye could see, there were farmlands.

Dancing Flower Fairies, tending Woodland Attendants.

And fairies were irrigating the fields with the 'Water-converging beads' previously entrusted to them.

They seemed busily bustling about.

Fang Hao and 'Shinisara' stood by and chatted about the situation of the fields.

Then, he took out the 'Blessing Scroll' that he had been rewarded with earlier and used it directly.

The scroll transformed into a ray of light soaring into the sky, turning into specks of golden light that scattered over the confines of the territory.

The 'weather blessing' BUFF for the next three years also officially took effect.

As long as war did not break out, the territory would only get better and better.

After everything was settled, he established a Teleportation Array for the Dreamy Forest before returning to his territory.

In the afternoon.

Fang Hao received news from the 'Chillwind Mountain Range' and the 'Bloodstained Mountain Range.'

Several previously abandoned mines were cleared out again, and they wanted Fang Hao to arrange for more Skeleton miners to re-mine these mines.

If it had been in the past, Fang Hao would have agreed and directly sent the Skeleton miners down.

But now it was different.

The Wriggling Spines were dwindling with each use.

Before finding a new faction or a solution, the remaining recruitment materials really couldn't be wasted so recklessly.

Moreover, with the addition of the disassembling furnace, the mining of ore could also be appropriately reduced.

...

Night fell.

The maids left to train, leaving the Lord's mansion empty.

Fang Hao pondered over the issue of factions while heading to the backyard and entering the hot spring.

Today, the backyard was exceptionally quiet.

Even the Parrot Red General wasn't in the backyard, and it was unknown where she had gone to play.

Leaning against the edge of the pool, he went over all the factions he knew from the beginning.

The ones that suited him were really just the Undead, the other factions' troops combined with the hundredfold amplification were just a chicken rib.

Damn it, God of Undead, you ass, why'd you kick me out.

After thinking for a while.

He opened the Book of Lords and added 'Cleolando' as a friend.

Cleolando, an attached female transmigrator to the Undead, had been helped by Fang Hao once at the Fire Hammer Shop of the Trade Alliance, which was a passing encounter.

Adding her wasn't because her name was easy to find, but because she was ranked on the leaderboard and quite a celebrity.

Soon, the other party agreed to the friend request.

"Hello, Mr. Fang Hao," Cleolando sent a message.

"Hello, Cleolando, we have met once at the headquarters of the Trade Alliance," Fang Hao replied.

"I know, you were called Fu Lei at the time."

Well, this woman was quite smart.

"Yes, I'd like to consult you about something," Fang Hao, leaning back at the edge of the pool, continued to type.

"Please tell me!"

"Is there any requirement to join the Desert Undead?" Fang Hao asked directly.

The other side was silent for a while before sending a message, "It's actually quite difficult to join the Desert Undead. Apart from the strict review, one must also undergo the baptism of the God of Undead. Overall, it's not easy."

Fang Hao frowned as he read this.

The review process for Undead, that was manageable; he could sponsor some Warfire Coins to the desert side, pull some strings, and so on.

But undergoing baptism...

Baptism was a kind of religious ritual, joining a faction under the witness of a god.

That must be what it meant.

He himself had been kicked out by the God of Undead, meeting again probably wouldn't bring about anything good.

In fact, if the God of Undead found out who he was, it might even lead to something unfavorable for him.

Before Fang Hao could reply, the other side sent another message, "Mr. Fang Hao, do you want to join the Undead faction?"

"Yes, is there a chance?" Fang Hao still asked tentatively.

"It's a bit difficult. The Desert Undead are not very welcoming to transmigrators. I had a chance encounter that allowed me to join, but you could try. With your abilities, you might have a chance!" Cleolando continued.

"Uh, I was just asking. My current faction is quite good."

"Everyone on the world channel says you're Undead; seems like they all got it wrong."

They didn't get it wrong; it's that he got kicked out.

After chatting for a while.

The possibility of returning to the Undead faction through the Desert Undead didn't look good.

He had to consider other methods.

He also didn't bring up the idea of exchanging 'Wriggling Spine' with 'Cleolando.'

This woman was smart; if he mentioned it, she might deduce something from it.

Even if there were no issues, recruitment materials were very important to every transmigrator and wouldn't be easily exchanged.

Besides, relying on exchanging recruitment materials was not a long-term solution.

You have to solve the problem fundamentally.

At this point, Fang Hao also remembered 'Yacolan Tomb Site' mentioned by 'Yezabeth.'

An Undead outdoor map.

Once again, he sent a message, "Do you know about the 'Yacolan Tomb Site'?"

"Ah! You also want to explore this site?" Cleolando immediately answered.

It seemed that the other party was aware of this location.

"Yep, I just stumbled upon some information. Do you know the place?" Fang Hao asked.

"I do. I was also considering whether or not to explore that map. If you're coming over, we could team up," Cleolando replied cheerfully.

Fang Hao thought for a moment and then said, "It's just an idea for now, but if I decide to explore, we can team up and check it out together."

"Sure thing. If you come, I can be your guide. It's easy to get lost in the desert."

"Alright, we'll talk more if there's a chance!"

"Sure!"

The two ended their chat.

Fang Hao put away the Book of Lords.

Teaming up with the other party to explore the 'Yacolan Tomb' didn't pose any problem.

And with the desert environment being quite different from the outside, having a local would save a lot of hassle.

But the issue of military strength... that was indeed problematic.

The human wave strategy was unsuitable under the current circumstances. If he kept up with this attrition, he'd soon become what you call a commander without a battalion.

And that would be dangerous if an enemy approached.

Creak!

Lost in thought, the door opened, and Domina walked in slowly, her body wrapped in black insect armor.

She knelt behind Fang Hao and gently rested her hands on his shoulders.

"My lord, you must be tired. Let me give you a massage."

With that, she started to knead his shoulders gently.

She had learned this from Eira and the others. With Domina's personality, she wouldn't have done this before.

Fang Hao closed his eyes and enjoyed it, lying back at the edge of the pool.

Domina leaned over and took the initiative to press her lips to his.

The two intertwined for a long while before slowly parting.

Looking up at the gentle gaze in her four eyes, he smiled and said, "The Domina of today is getting more and more skilled."

"Mhm." Domina caressed his cheek. "Which version of me do you like, my lord?"

"I like them all!"

"My lord, I'm planning to go back tomorrow. I've been out for quite a while, and I'm worried something might go awry back home," Domina continued.

Sure enough, she had been out for some time.

It was normal for Domina to be concerned about the Webweaver camp.

"Alright, I'll send you back tomorrow. I'll establish a Teleportation Array at the Webweaver camp so that you can come and go as you please," Fang Hao continued.

"Really?" Domina's face lit up with joy.

With that, she would truly be able to come and go as she wished.

She could even stay here at night in the future.

No... with Miss Rolana around, she couldn't always hog the lord to herself.

"Of course."

Domina tucked her long hair behind her ear and whispered close to his ear, "My lord, I had a little Succubus make me a whip. Would you like to try it out?"

Fang Hao, looking at her expectant eyes, replied, "Shall we give it a try?"

"Wait for me!" Domina ran off happily.

She quickly returned, holding a black whip the length of a forearm.

After handing the whip to him, she stepped out of the pool and rested her hands on the edge.

The water reached above her thighs, and the insect armor quickly receded, revealing her snowy, shapely backside.

"My lord, stop looking. Let's start," Domina said, blushing and turning her head to speak softly.

"Cough! Alright."

Snap!

A crisp whip crack echoed through the courtyard.

A red mark was left on her snowy half.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The sounds rang out, especially loud in the quiet courtyard.

...

Two days later.

At the Trade Alliance headquarters, the Succubus' hut.

In a private room, Fang Hao sat opposite a serious-looking elderly human.

"So, Mr. Fu Lei, what is it that you want to buy from me? Now that you're here, you should be able to tell me," the elder said, taking a sip from his cup and starting the conversation.

Fang Hao smiled in response, "I'd like to buy a construct from you."

"That's not a problem. We have official stores within the Trade Alliance, with many types of ready-made constructs for sale. There must be one that fits your needs," the elder said, his attitude becoming much friendlier upon realizing that the guest wished to buy constructs.

Fang Hao looked at him and then shook his head.

After taking a sip of his drink, he said, "Let me be straightforward. I've heard that you possess the complete 'Valkyrie Construct' Blueprint, and I want to buy it."

The old man's brow furrowed, his expression souring in an instant.

He said coldly, "Hmph! You're the first to come asking for blueprints through connections."

"Yes, well, would you consider selling it to me? We can negotiate a fair price," Fang Hao continued.

"The Trade Alliance has its rules, and the shops have their protocols; we've never sold blueprints directly."

It was rare for the Trade Alliance shops to sell blueprints directly, whether architectural or crafting blueprints.

It wasn't that it was completely forbidden.

But such occurrences were basically non-existent, and if they did happen, the blueprints sold were common ones.

"Don't be hasty, sir. Let's discuss the price. It might just be right for you!" Fang Hao maintained a calm tone.

"There's nothing to discuss; I won't sell the blueprint," the old man said, standing to leave.

Fang Hao immediately offered, "Five million Warfire Coins."

"Hmph," the elder scoffed.

"One million."

The elder kept walking towards the door.

"Thirty million. If you won't sell, I'll turn to other craftsmen in your shop. I'm sure they'd be willing to make a friend like me," Fang Hao said.

The elder stopped in his tracks.