Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Divine descent, no contact with humans.

Fang Hao could only take out the Sound-transmitting Shell to contact Eira and the others.

"Eira, how are you all doing over there?"

Soon, Eira's voice came through the Sound-transmitting Shell, "Master, we're all fine here; how are things over there with the territory? Is it over?"

Fang Hao had just thought about replying, when the shell emitted a series of sounds, "Master, it's so hot here, I've gotten a tan, Master I miss you so much, Master...."

From the sounds, one could hear Little White, Roundie, and many maids' voices.

One sentence followed another, sounding somewhat noisy.

But it was audible that everyone was in fairly good spirits.

"I miss you too, and we can't return to the main city for now. Live there for a while and, once things have settled down, I will bring you back," Fang Hao replied.

"Master, have you not driven those from the Dragon Clan away yet?"

Driven away?

He had been the one driven away, for goodness' sake!

"Not yet, wait a little longer. How are the living arrangements the Queen set up for you?" Fang Hao answered, then immediately changed the subject.

"They're pretty good…."

Fang Hao asked about everyone's living conditions, and Eira and the others inquired about the territory.

Both sides knew the other was alright, which gave them a bit of relief.

After chatting for a while, Anjia rushed in.

Seeing Fang Hao talking with Eira and the rest, she grabbed the Sound-transmitting Shell and started chatting herself.

...

Three days later.

Hall of Justice, Sacred Citadel.

The Sacred Citadel, built around the 'Hall of Prosperity,' was a highly important site of human legacy.

It boasted white city walls, high defensive spires piercing the clouds, and numerous majestic statues of human leaders.

It showcased humanity's past to the world and led the way to the future.

In the city center.

An elderly man wearing a red robe and a heavy cloak walked slowly up the pristine white stone steps.

Behind him followed five young men and women.

Each one was clad in the gear of the Hall of Justice, with the only variance being the emblem on the chest.

Rebecca walked on the left edge, her chest adorned with the emblem of the 'Valiant Horn.'

At that moment, the elder slowed his pace and said softly, "I have heard some things about you."

Rebecca, expressionless, asked flatly, "About what?"

The elder glanced at her and continued, "Perhaps your abilities are fine, but in the future trends of humanity, one must clarify their stance and position."

The words made Rebecca's brows furrow slightly.

It seemed to imply Rebecca's stance was not firm.

The identity of a half-elf, being 'willful and arbitrary' in her actions.

These were the Federation's evaluations of her, and it seemed the word had also reached here.

Rebecca kept walking upwards and didn't argue, "Thank you, my lord, for the advice."

The elder spoke again, loaded with significance, "Do you see the path beneath your feet?"

"Yes!"

"To reach higher grounds, remember one thing… lower your head."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed instantly, catching the implication.

But she didn't want to say anything. As long as she received the inheritance, she could return to her own city.

Then whatever you want to say, it won't concern me.

Her expression quickly returned to normal, "Understood."

The elder nodded, speeding up his steps to the very front.

When everyone reached the top of the stone steps, a tall stone gate appeared, and behind the gate was a dark deep tunnel, where light breezes caused slight ripples.

The realm of prosperity, secret realm.

This stone gate was the entrance to the secret realm of prosperity.

The elder said to the five people, "Whether you receive the inheritance depends on your own fortune. Well, time is almost up. Go in."

Everyone present understood the function of the Hall of Prosperity, hence there was no need for further words or time-wasting.

The five nodded and eagerly walked into the stone gate.

As their figures passed through the ripples and vanished,

the stone gate slowly closed.

The elder motioned for everyone to head down.

And at that moment, urgent hoofbeats echoed in the distance.

A captain wearing the armor of the Hall of Justice galloped up.

He ascended the steps swiftly, coming up face to face with the elder and said urgently, "The Hall of Justice has decreed, Rebecca's eligibility… is cancelled."

The elder's brows furrowed slightly, and looking up at the now-closed stone gate, he said, "You're too late; they've already gone in."

"This…" The captain was out of breath, his complexion looking rather disastrous.

"What's happened to Rebecca? Why suddenly cancel her eligibility?" the elder continued to ask.

The captain hesitated slightly, then said, "Rebecca's husband is in battle with the Dragon Clan."

"What?" The elder's face changed.

To go to war with the Dragon Clan, wasn't that going to involve the human camp?

But by then, it was already too late.

The Hall sanctuary belonged to a secret realm, and each time the number of people who could enter was limited.

The old man, with no other choice, said, "Let's wait for her to come out, then I will bring her back to the Hall of Justice for processing."

"Alright!"

...

"Damn hell, someone on the world channel said that the Dragon Clan is going to attack Boss Fang Hao's territory."

"That's fake, right? Those foreigners always make up stuff."

"I heard it too, and apparently among the native powers, it's no longer a secret."

"Boss's progress is too quick, I haven't even seen the Dragon Clan yet, and he's already going to battle with them."

"Is it because of Aerygon? Boss Fang Hao killed Aerygon before, did he piss off the Dragon Clan?"

"There must be some connection, otherwise why would Aerygon pick a fight with the boss?"

"These damn creatures, if they can't win a fight they just call for backup, right? I'm going to the boss's shop to help him out."

"So will I..."

Fang Hao was sitting in the Trade Alliance tavern, looking at the Book of Lords' area channel.

This message had finally become a hot topic among the transmigrators.

It wasn't just the area channel, people were also talking about it on the world channel, it's just that messages there appeared too quickly.

Amongst the various advertisements, many messages flashed by in an instant.

Dang dang!

The door to the private room was knocked, and the Goblin Kukettor peered through the crack.

As soon as he saw Fang Hao, he hurriedly came in and shut the door tightly.

"Are you crazy? You really dared to come here?" The goblin said in a lowered voice.

The Sea Tribe's teleportation could directly go to the headquarters, and Fang Hao had come over today, incidentally asking Kukettor to buy something for him.

"It's fine. Did you get the item I asked you to keep an eye out for?" Fang Hao continued to ask.

"Only this kind, see if it meets your requirements." Kukettor took out two metal collars from his backpack and placed them on the table.

[Sota's Cold Collar (Orange)]

[Category: Collar]

[Effect: Can activate the punishment effect on up to nine targets at once, ineffective when not worn.]

(Description: A collar that once imprisoned a Hydra.)

There were two metal collars in total, their surfaces speckled with rust.

The inside of the collars was engraved with dense symbols.

They seemed to have some patterns, but since the system did not display it, it was likely not text.

Both collars had the same name, same attributes, and were both orange-tier equipment.

"I asked for imprisonment tools, why did you bring me two collars?" Fang Hao said.

These collars were dark and not as cute as the ones he and Eira played with.

"Ah, where am I supposed to find you imprisoning tools that can restrain Dark Gold level? This is the highest-grade I could find, and I had to fight to get them at the auction," the goblin hurriedly said.

Fang Hao picked them up again, looked at them, and then put them back down. "What use could these possibly have?"

"Ah~! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know, these things have a big history," Kukettor leaned in closer.

"What's the story?"

"Ever heard of the Hydra?"

"Now I have."

The goblin rolled his eyes and continued, "There once was a Hydra that was very irritable and voracious, leaving nations in its vicinity strewn with corpses. Even the most powerful armies would deliberately avoid the Hydra's territory to not provoke it."

Anjia and Rolana immediately became interested and listened carefully.

"Then what happened?" Fang Hao asked.

The goblin took a sip of his drink and carried on, "Legend says that this Hydra was nearly as powerful as a Demigod, with nine heads each possessing different thinking and abilities. If you chopped off one head, it would soon grow back, and it could only be killed if all nine heads were cut off at once."

"Okay, and what does this have to do with the collars?"

Taking another drink and not continuing with Fang Hao, the goblin turned to the more interested Anjia and Rolana, "Then, as wars became more frequent and all the powers were drawn into the chaos, an Elf Clan leader decided to confront the Hydra to use it as a weapon. But the Hydra was indomitable, let alone trainable. What do you think the leader thought of?"

"He made the collars?" Anjia asked instinctively.

As the story was about the collars, it naturally referred to them.

"Ah, smart! The leader had nine collars made, and using some trick, caught the Hydra off guard and placed the collars on its nine heads. These nine collars were independent from each other yet interconnected. Should any head attempt rebellion or attack the master, the other collars would respond accordingly. Light punishment for minor infractions, and for more severe acts, decapitation. Just think... if nine heads were decapitated at once, it would be quite a sight," the goblin spoke earnestly, appearing quite serious.

Mainly because Anjia was sincerely playing along and asked further, "The Hydra was so powerful, did it die?"

"Of course, it died."

"How?"

"Think about it, a wild monster like the Hydra could dominate a region, but at that time, the whole world was in war. Once it entered the main battlefield, it didn't last long before it was slain and the collars were distributed among different powers." The goblin spread his hands, indicating the end of the story.

"Which powers killed it? I want details..." Anjia was still eager to hear more of the story, but Fang Hao picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

He then returned to the main topic, asking, "So you're saying that there were originally nine of these collars, and they were used to limit the Hydra?"

"Yes, there were nine in total, and only these two were sold at the auction; the whereabouts of the rest are unknown."

Fang Hao frowned and thought for a moment, then continued, "So..., these two can work on their own?"

"They should be able to. They're high-level items, they can't be useless if they put them up for sale," the goblin was somewhat uncertain too.

Right, the Trade Alliance wouldn't sell something without evaluating and inspecting it.

If they didn't work, they wouldn't be put up for auction.

"That Hydra from before, did it really come close to Demigod level? These collars are only of orange rarity, could they really control it?" Fang Hao was a bit skeptical.

"It should be true, at least, that's how the story was told at the auction."

Damn!

The three were startled, this youngster was quick to put what he learned into practice.