Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1155 - 756 The Empire of Gods

Chapter 1155: Chapter 756, The Empire of Gods

Chapter 1155 -756, The Empire of Gods

Succubus Cottage, within the room.

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air.

Fang Hao looked across and lazily, yet with full charm, spoke to the Succubus leader with a smile, “Miss Yezabeth, we meet again.”

Ha!

The Demon Monarch yawned, leaning back slightly, her clothes stretched tight, outlining perfect curves.

In this world, appearance and physique often change with rank.

The higher the rank, the better the proportion of body muscles, and some even grow taller.

Of course, there are exceptions, like the ‘degenerate Troll’ leader Fang Hao had encountered before; his appearance did not quite fit human aesthetic standards.

That BOSS looked like a pile of fat slumped over, sickening at a glance.

But such cases are rare; according to species aesthetics, it is unusual to find high-ranking heroes who are ugly.

“No rush,” the Demon Monarch said with a smile, supporting her chin with one arm.

One after another, little Succubi presented drinks and various dishes on the table.

Soon, the whole table was filled.

And all were the famous dishes of the establishment.

Once everything was served, the little Succubi exited the room.

Only then did the Demon Monarch speak, “Have a taste, the craftsmanship here is always quite good.”

Fang Hao did not move to eat, and Anjia also sat quietly to one side.

Anjia wouldn’t carelessly eat anything while she needed to protect Fang Hao.

Especially when the other party’s intentions were unclear.

“Thank you, Miss Yezabeth, but let’s get straight to the point,” Fang Hao said. He also had important matters to attend to and had no time for wining and dining here.

Besides, given the obviously purposeful demeanor of his counterpart, he didn’t dare to eat.

The Demon Monarch gave a shallow smile, her tail gently wagging as she began, “Mr. Fang Hao, do you also have a shop in the Trade Alliance?”

“Yes, one in the branch,” he replied, seeing no need to hide such matters.

“What do you mainly sell?” the Succubus continued to inquire.

“Mainly weapons and equipment, but there are also some tools and various other items—an assorted range,” his gaze shifted towards her, “Miss Yezabeth, are you interested in a collaboration?”

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The Demon Monarch looked at him seriously before nodding, “Of course, only I’m not sure what my Succubus Cottage could use.”

“Uh, that is indeed a point,” Fang Hao also didn’t know what the Succubus Cottage might need.

After all, there weren’t many Succubi, and there wasn’t a need for combat here.

Without a need for weapons and equipment, what else could he sell?

Dinnerware, furniture?

How much could one establishment use? A hundred and eighty Warfire Coins would be enough.

“One never knows, if you’d like to invite me over to yours, we might see if there’s something we could work together on.” Having said that, her jade-like fingers brushed across the back of his hand.

Despite blatantly flirting with Fang Hao, her cheeks turned red with a semblance of shy coyness.

Fang Hao frowned, gazing at her but became cautious.

She wanted to visit his territory…

To know, the only person who showed interest in his territory’s location was the Dragon Clan.

Was she scouting his position?

That didn’t make sense. If she truly wanted to assist the Dragon Clan,

she would merely need to inform them of his whereabouts within the Alliance, and the one waiting for him at the Lizardmen shop’s doorstep would not be a Succubus, but someone from the Dragon Clan.

Furthermore, she wouldn’t foolishly bring it up at this moment.

What was going on here?

“Are you interested in my territory?” Fang Hao looked directly into her eyes.

The Demon Monarch, holding a wine glass, took a sip and licked her lips seductively before responding, “I’m interested, and in you too. Would you invite me over to take a look?”

“Aren’t you afraid I might have you detained if you come over?”

“What’s there to fear? I am quite confident in my abilities,” the Demon Monarch continued.

Upon hearing her words, Fang Hao also revealed a smile.

Yezabeth, orange rank eight.

In this world, she counted as one of the top fighters.

She would be a leader in any force.

Especially to a transmigrator, there was no way to do anything against an orange rank eight.

But in his current territory, off the record, orange rank eight is only average—setting aside Rolana, there are already four of the orange rank ten.

Defeating you would be a breeze.

But these thoughts were not to be voiced, Fang Hao just smiled genially, “Wait a while, then I’ll invite ‘Miss Yezabeth’ over to my place for a visit. Our produced clothing and cosmetics actually suit you quite well.”

“Great, then I’ll wait for Mr. Fang Hao’s message. Don’t make me wait too long,” the Demon Monarch laughed again, leaning forward, revealing a generous glimpse of skin.

Fang Hao nodded, “Alright, then I must return now, there are indeed matters to address in my territory.”

Having said that, he stood up with Anjia, ready to leave.

The Demon Monarch paused, eyeing the full spread of food and drink.

Without having touched a bite, he was leaving already.

But she made no attempt to stop him, instead speaking up, “As a return gift for visiting me, I’ll let you in on some news.”

Fang Hao, who was about to open the door, paused.

The voice from behind continued, “With a major force intervening, the Trade Alliance may not be able to hold on much longer.”

Damn.

She was clearly referencing the Dragon Clan pressuring the Alliance.

Meaning, a major force was assisting the Dragon Clan and putting joint pressure on the Trade Alliance.

Now, the Trade Alliance was about to give in.

The Demon Monarch knew about this too?

To say that this wasn’t for gathering intelligence, he wouldn’t believe it if he were beaten to death.

“Okay, thanks,” Fang Hao did not ask who the major force was, and turned to leave the room.

Who it is doesn’t matter.

If they can withstand the Dragon Clan, then it doesn’t matter who they are.

If they can’t, who it is doesn’t matter anymore.

…

He returned to the lord’s manor.

Just upon entering the backyard, he saw Eira and Little White, sitting on opposite sides of a stone table under a tree.

One was peeling dried fruit for the Red General, while the other chatted softly.

“Didn’t go for training today? You’ll fall behind in rank if you’re surpassed by them!” Fang Hao said with a forced smile.

Hearing the intelligence gifted by the Demon Monarch added quite a bit of pressure to his heart.

The Dragon Clan’s strength was formidable; even now, he wasn’t sure if he could withstand their might.

So, he felt somewhat oppressed.

The two girls looked at each other; Eira spoke softly, “Today, the Rabbitmen Village and Foxmen Village both summoned us.”

“Oh? Is there something going on?” Fang Hao also sat down.

“The Rabbitmen Village wanted to ask if the main city still needs manpower and if they could arrange for some servants for day-to-day work,” Eira whispered.

“The leader of the Foxmen Village asked the same. It seems both villages have discussed this matter,” Little White added.

After speaking, they both looked at Fang Hao.

Now, with the maids in constant training, the routine work was indeed somewhat neglected.

And with the continuous expansion of the city’s boundaries,

recruiting some servants might be a good idea.

“Maybe in some time. There’s been a lot going on in the territory lately,” Fang Hao remarked.

The two nodded, “Alright!”

In the afternoon,

Fang Hao stayed in the lord’s hall,

pensively considering what he needed to keep in mind to increase the main city’s defenses against an assault from the Dragon Clan.

As he pondered, he opened the Book of Lords and casually flipped through it.

On the world channel:

“How barbaric, I visited a ‘brothel’ with a native friend, and right there in the hall, on dining tables, a whole swath of pure white…”

“Selling ‘Purple Short Sword,’ interested parties whisper your offer (no Troll equipment please).”

“Seeking detailed maps around ‘Hammer of Frostwind,’ if any brother has recorded the maps, please contact me.”

“The Archival Library now has records uncovering ‘Divine Territory’ secrets, newly stocked in my personal shop, available for purchase.”

“Is the guy from the brothel still around? Which city is it? Got any pics?”

Message after message zipped by;

most of them were about trading various items and gear.

Yet Fang Hao found his attention drawn to the message about ‘Divine Territory’ secrets.

The previous encounter with the Divine Territory had left a deep impression on the transmigrators, that space where gods dwelled was also pervaded by the scent of death.

Warriors who served and guarded the temples had turned into something no longer human nor fully Undead.

He clicked on the person’s avatar and entered their personal shop.

Fang Hao recognized the seller,

someone he remembered having copied down many Magic books in the library.

Fang Hao had bought a manuscript from him, but after several days of research, it had been of no use.

He wasn’t sure if there was an issue with the manuscript or if he simply hadn’t mastered it.

Now that manuscript was still tossed aside on a shelf.

In this person’s shop,

there really was a paper titled ‘Decoding the Divine Territory,’ also handwritten.

Fang Hao thought for a moment and muttered, “I’ll trust you once more.”

Then he purchased these few pages.

Holding them in hand, they were only three pages.

The handwriting looked as though it had really been copied from a book.

The first sentence on the paper read,

‘They were as ancient as legends, towering Giants who left behind incomplete stone foundations and ruined statues.’

Fang Hao’s brows furrowed as he started to read intently.

The content wasn’t much,

mostly various names and place names.

Where and where some ruins were found, recording some customs and the like.

It seemed like archaeological notes.

From these select phrases, Fang Hao managed to synthesize some information.

In an unrecorded era, this continent was filled with towering Giants, who had their own empire and beliefs.

These Giants had a complete social system and professions—officials, craftsmen, poets or soldiers, which weren’t too different from normal human structures.

The Giant kinds were also recorded:

there were storm, water, fire, stone, hill, among other types of Giants.

Each kind was like a species, each having its own beliefs, worshiping their individual gods.

And the Divine Territory of the Giants was known by another term, ‘Empire of the Pantheon of Giants.’

Unlike the odd assortment of gods now, during the era when Giants were the primary deities,

all the gods were Giants, meaning they were all one family,

living together in a Divine Realm.

The Empire of the Pantheon also had a leader to command these deities,

somewhat like the one from Western movies, where Zeus lived on Mount Olympus and all the gods resided in the same place.

Hence the name Empire of the Pantheon.

“Well, well, an empire of gods? Are gods as common as cabbages?”