Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1216 - 810 Hard to Join (Just one update for
Chapter 1216 -810, Hard to Join (Just one update for today)
Chapter 1216 -810, Hard to Join (Just one update for today)
The next day.
The main city resumed operation.
All craftsmen were assigned tasks, and the undead skeletons continued their construction efforts, building the unfinished amusement park.
It seemed that there was not much change compared to 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 farmland.
As far as the eye could see, there were fields everywhere.
Flower fairies fluttered about, Woodland Attendants farmed tirelessly.
Even the fairies were diligently irrigating the land with the Water-converging Beads Fang Hao had given them earlier.
Everyone looked busy.
Standing alongside Shinisara, Fang Hao chatted for a while about the state of the farmland.
Then, he took out the Blessing Scroll that the system had rewarded him earlier and used it directly.
The scroll transformed into a radiant beam that shot into the sky, scattering golden specks across the territory.
The three-year “favorable weather” buff officially became active.
As long as war didn’t break out, the territory would continue to thrive.
After finishing everything, Fang Hao set up a teleportation array in Dreamy Forest before returning to his territory.
Afternoon.
Fang Hao received news from the Coldwind Mountain Range and Bloodstained Mountain Range.
Several previously abandoned mines were cleared out, and they wanted Fang Hao to deploy more skeleton miners for new excavation operations.
If it were in the past, Fang Hao would’ve immediately agreed and sent the skeleton miners over.
But things were different now.
*Wriggling Spines were finite resources—the more used, the fewer left.*
*Until new factions or solutions were found, the remaining recruitment materials were too precious to waste heedlessly.*
Besides, with the disassembly furnace now online, the pressure on mineral harvesting could be eased somewhat.
…
Night fell.
The maids went off for training, leaving the entire lord’s manor eerily empty.
*Contemplating faction issues, Fang Hao headed to the backyard and stepped into the hot spring.*
The backyard was unusually quiet today.
Even Parrot Red General wasn’t around—where had he gone off to play?
Leaning against the pool’s edge, Fang Hao mentally ran through the factions he knew.
*Truly, the undead were the only ones that fit. Other factions’ units, even multiplied a hundredfold, were useless garbage.*
*”Damn it, that idiot God of Undead—why’d he kick me out?”*
After pondering for a while, Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords and added Cleolando as a friend.
Cleolando was a female transmigrator affiliated with the undead. Fang Hao had once helped her at the Trade Alliance’s Fire Hammer Shop, leaving her with just a passing memory.
The reason for adding her wasn’t merely her recognizable name; she was listed on the rankings, a minor celebrity in her own right.
Soon, she accepted his request.
“Hello, Mr. Fang Hao,” Cleolando messaged.
“Hi, Cleolando. We met once at the Trade Alliance headquarters,” Fang Hao replied.
“I remember. At the time, you went by Fu Lei.”
*Good grief, this woman is sharp.*
“Yeah, I wanted to ask you about something,” Fang Hao leaned back against the pool edge and typed his message.
“Go ahead!”
“What are the requirements to join the Desert Undead faction?” Fang Hao asked directly.
After a brief silence, Cleolando replied, “Joining the Desert Undead is indeed quite challenging. Besides strict screening, you must undergo the baptism of the God of Undead. It’s not an easy process, overall.”
Fang Hao frowned slightly as he read the message.
The undead faction’s screening was manageable; he could fund them in the desert or pull some strings.
But baptism by the God of Undead…
Baptism was a religious ritual, symbolic of joining under the witness of a deity.
That was probably the meaning here.
*Considering he had already been kicked out by the God of Undead, meeting them again might not end well. In fact, if the deity recognized him, it might just invite calamity.*
Before Fang Hao could respond further, Cleolando sent another message, “Mr. Fang Hao, are you considering joining the undead faction?”
“Yes, is there a chance?” Fang Hao tentatively asked.
“It’s quite difficult. The Desert Undead rarely accept transmigrators; I joined merely by chance. But you should try—given your abilities, who knows?” Cleolando replied.
“Uh, I’m just exploring possibilities. My current faction is quite good too.”
“The World Channel always assumes you’re with the undead; I guess they guessed wrong.”
*It isn’t really their mistake—I got kicked out.*
The two chatted for a while.
Rejoining the undead faction through the Desert Undead seemed unlikely.
Fang Hao would still need to look for other solutions.
He didn’t bring up the possibility of trading Wriggling Spines with Cleolando.
*She’s sharp; mentioning it might allow her to deduce something.*
*Even if it wasn’t an issue, recruitment materials were highly valuable to every transmigrator and wouldn’t be easily traded.*
*Besides, relying on material trades for recruitment wasn’t a sustainable long-term fix.*
As their conversation wound down, Fang Hao recalled Yezabeth’s mention of the Yacolan Graveyard.
An undead-themed wilderness map.
Fang Hao sent another message, “Do you know about Yacolan Graveyard?”
“Ah! Are you planning to explore that site as well?” Cleolando replied promptly.
Clearly, she was aware of its existence.
“Yeah—I heard about it randomly. Do you know its location?” Fang Hao inquired.
“I do; I’ve been considering whether to explore the map myself. If you come over, we could team up,” Cleolando answered enthusiastically.
Fang Hao thought for a moment before replying, “It’s just an idea for now. If I do decide to explore it, we can team up then.”
“Perfect. If you come, I can guide you through the desert; it’s easy to get lost there.”
“Alright. Let’s chat again when the time comes!”
“Sure!”
The conversation ended.
Fang Hao closed the Book of Lords.
Teaming up with Cleolando to explore the Yacolan Graveyard wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Moreover, the desert’s environment was quite distinct from other areas—having a local guide would avoid unnecessary trouble.
*However, troop strength still posed a serious problem.*
*Mass-conscription tactics weren’t suitable for the current situation. At this rate, unrestricted consumption would leave him a “commander without an army” someday.*
*When an enemy arrives, that would be disastrous.*
The creak of the door broke his thoughts.
Domina appeared, her body encased in black insect armor, walking slowly into the room.
She knelt behind Fang Hao, gently placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Master, you must be tired. Let me give you a massage,” she said softly.
Without hesitation, she began to knead his shoulders gently.
This skill came from learning with Eira and the others—it wasn’t something Domina would’ve done in the past given her personality.
Fang Hao closed his eyes, basking in comfort, his head reclining against the edge of the pool.
Domina leaned closer and planted a kiss on his lips.
For a long time, the two remained entwined before slowly separating.
Looking at the overflowing tenderness in her eyes, he smiled and said, “Domina has really gotten skilled at this.”
“Yes.” Domina gently caressed his cheek, asking, “Master, which version of me do you like best?”
“I like all of them.”
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“Master, I’m planning to return tomorrow; I’ve already been away for quite a while, and I’m worried something may have happened back at the camp,” Domina explained.
This outing had indeed lasted a considerable time.
Her concern for the Webweaver camp was natural.
“Alright, tomorrow I’ll escort you back. While there, I’ll set up a teleportation array so you can come and go anytime,” Fang Hao reassured.
“Really?” Domina’s face lit up with joy.
This way, she could visit or leave whenever she wished.
*In fact, she could even stay the night here in the future.*
*But no—Miss Rolana is there too. She couldn’t monopolize the master all the time.*
“Of course.”
Domina tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned close to Fang Hao’s ear, and whispered, “Master, I had the little succubus make me a whip. Would you like to try it together?”
Seeing her expectant eyes, Fang Hao replied, “Why not give it a try?”
“Great! Wait here!” Domina said excitedly, running off.
Soon, she returned holding a black whip about the length of her forearm.
She handed the whip to Fang Hao before stepping down into the pool, resting her hands against the edge.
The water reached up to her thighs, and the insect armor quickly pulled back, revealing snowy skin.
“Master, don’t just stare—go ahead!” Domina said softly, her cheeks flushed.
“Ahem, alright!”
Thwack!
A crisp sound echoed through the courtyard.
A red mark appeared on the pale surface.
Thwack, thwack!
The repeated snapping of the whip resounded vividly in the courtyard.
…
Two days later.
At the Trade Alliance outpost, inside the succubus’ wooden hut.
In a private room, Fang Hao sat across from a stern-faced elderly human man.
“So, Mr. Fu Lei, what is it exactly that you’re looking to buy? Now that you’re here, surely you can let me know,” the old man said, sipping his wine.
Fang Hao replied with a smile, “I’d like to purchase construct units from you.”
“That’s not an issue. We have a formal shop in the Trade Alliance with many types of finished constructs for sale—I’m sure we’ll have what you need,” the man responded, his attitude softening upon realizing Fang Hao was a customer.
Fang Hao glanced at him and shook his head.
After taking a sip of wine, he said, “I’ll be direct—I’ve heard that you possess the complete Blueprint for the ‘Valkyrie Construct.’ I’d like to buy it from you.”
The old man frowned immediately, his expression darkening.
With a cold voice, he said, “Hmph! Using connections to buy the blueprint—this is a first for me.”
“Indeed. Then, are you willing to sell it to me? I’m open to negotiation,” Fang Hao persisted.
“The Trade Alliance has its rules, and so does the shop. Directly purchasing blueprints has never been the norm,” the elder retorted.
Blueprint sales were rare in Trade Alliance shops, whether for construction or manufacturing.
It wasn’t strictly prohibited, but it was seldom done. Even when it happened, it was for common blueprints.
“Let’s not rush, shall we? We can discuss the price—it might even turn out to be agreeable,” Fang Hao suggested calmly.
“There’s nothing to discuss; I’m not selling the blueprint,” the elder replied, standing up to leave.
Fang Hao stated firmly, “Five million Warfire Coins.”
“Hmph!” The old man scoffed.
“Ten million.”
The elder continued walking toward the door.
“Thirty million. If you don’t sell, I’ll turn to other craftsmen in your shop—they’d undoubtedly welcome my friendship,” Fang Hao said.
The elder stopped in his tracks.
