Global lord: Million times Multiplier System-Chapter 20: SSS rank class change certificate

"Everyone," Zhao called, his voice steady and commanding, cutting through the morning stillness like a honed blade, its timbre resonant and clear, carrying the weight of authority honed by countless battles and unyielding resolve. The sound sliced through the air, silencing the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, drawing every gaze to him with an almost palpable force. "Wake up and get ready for war. The shield protecting Abyss will dissipate in three days—now two. We need to prepare for what's coming, whether it's the Hell's 1987th Legion or something else lurking beyond our borders. Time is short, and we cannot afford complacency. Start now—every moment counts."

The air shifted, the serene dawn shattering as his words reverberated through Abyss, igniting a flurry of purpose among his subjects gathered near the Eternal Legion Stronghold. The faint hum of the territory—the rhythmic clatter of tools from the Divine Forge, the bubbling elixirs in the Celestial Alchemy Lab, and the distant roars of the dragons—intensified, as if the land itself responded to his command. Valorn stepped forward, his broadsword Solfare gleaming with Vac fire, its fiery edge catching the morning light as he straightened with a soldier's discipline, his voice steady and resolute. "My lord, we'll be ready. Whatever comes, it won't breach our walls—not with the strength we've forged here."

Elara, her analytical tools clutched tightly in her hands, nodded briskly, her eyes darting to the Unknown Ranked Pet Egg cradled against her chest, its crystalline surface pulsing faintly with absorbed energy. "Two days—I'll ensure the egg gets maximum combat exposure during training and coordinate with Veyra to produce elixirs that'll keep us fighting beyond our limits."

Zhao's gaze swept over his lieutenants—Valorn, Balor, Lyra, Elara, Marcus, Forgemaster Kael, and Alchemist Veyra—each standing tall, their readiness a testament to the trials they'd overcome. The dragons, coiled around the SSS-rank Dragon Nest near the Lord's Manor, raised their massive heads slightly, their scales—crimson, emerald, midnight blue—shimmering like divine artifacts, their glowing eyes fixed on him with a reverence that transcended loyalty, a bond forged by his Dragon God Blood within his Supreme God Devouring Omniversal Physique.

He turned to Acel, the SSS-rank warrior's fiery red Solfare spear resting at his side, its tip glinting with a faint ember glow as his golden eyes met Zhao's with unwavering determination. "Acel," Zhao commanded, his voice firm yet measured, "scout for a new monster hideout—find us a target for resources and combat energy to nurture the egg. Take five dragons; keep it discreet. Report back by tonight. We'll move out once you return."

Acel bowed, his movements swift and precise, the spear's haft tapping lightly against the ground as he responded, "Yes, my lord. I'll scour the northwest—I'll return with a target worthy of our strength." He turned, issuing a sharp whistle that cut through the morning air, and five Diamond-tier dragons—two crimson with scales like molten lava, two emerald with hues of deep forest green, and one midnight blue like the abyss itself—unfurled their massive wings. The thunderous beats sent gusts of warm air swirling across the training grounds, lifting dust and leaves as they rose, their forms towering over the soldiers before they followed Acel beyond the barrier, vanishing into the forest canopy with a grace that belied their power.

Zhao faced the rest of his team, his mind weaving a tapestry of strategy as he issued commands with a precision honed by necessity. "Valorn, train the Knights with the dragons—focus on synchronized strikes; they're our spearhead when we move out. Balor, work with Kael to reinforce the War Fortresses—enhance their plating and mobility; I want them ready to deploy wherever we strike. Lyra, position the Archers along the river with the Panoply guards—perfect your tidal wave defenses and ranged volleys; we'll need both in the fight ahead. Marcus, double resource gathering—wood, stone, leather, anything we can stockpile; we're not just defending but expanding our reserves. Elara, oversee the egg's exposure during training and assist Veyra—elixirs for stamina and resilience, enough for every Knight and dragon by tomorrow. Kael, craft divine-tier gear—prioritize the Knights' weapons and dragon armor; make them unstoppable. Veyra, brew elixirs to match—use the meat and leather; we'll need every edge."

The territory erupted into a whirlwind of activity, each subject moving with a purpose that mirrored the urgency in Zhao's voice. Valorn barked orders, his deep timbre rallying the Eternal Knights as they assembled near the training grounds, their Solfare weapons flashing with Vac fire in the morning light. The fifteen remaining Diamond-tier dragons lumbered forward, their massive forms casting long shadows as they joined the drills, their roars punctuating the clash of steel as they practiced aerial strikes, their claws raking the earth in synchronized assaults. Balor strode toward the Portable War Fortresses along the eastern perimeter, Kael following with a determined gait, his hammer already glowing with heat as he prepared to meld divine-tier enhancements—rune-etched steel plates that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen—into their frames. Lyra directed the Archers to the riverbanks, their Ancient Wave Panoply gleaming as they summoned tidal waves, the water rising in controlled arcs before crashing down with a resonant boom, sending sprays of mist into the air that caught the sunlight in fleeting rainbows. Marcus rallied his workers, their tools—a symphony of axes, picks, and carts—clattering as they dispersed into the forest, the rhythmic thud of chopping wood soon echoing through the trees. Elara positioned the pet egg near the training grounds, its crystalline surface pulsing with a faint golden light as it absorbed the combat energy, her eyes darting between it and the Celestial Alchemy Lab where Veyra worked, her silver hair catching the lab's starlight glow as she measured out meat and leather for her elixirs.

Zhao oversaw the preparations, his presence a steady anchor amid the flurry, his sharp eyes catching every detail—the Knights' fluid motions, the dragons' graceful dives, the War Fortresses' reinforced plating taking shape under Kael's hammer, the Archers' waves carving furrows in the riverbank, and Marcus's carts rolling back laden with resources. He issued quiet adjustments as he moved among them, his voice cutting through the din with precision. "Valorn, tighten the dragons' dive angles—keep them low to maximize impact. Balor, add mobility runes to the fortresses—speed's as vital as strength. Lyra, stagger the volleys—cover more range with fewer shots. Elara, rotate the egg closer to the dragons—let their energy seep in deeper."

The day wore on, the sun climbing to its zenith and dipping toward the horizon, bathing Abyss in a warm orange glow as the second day's end approached. By late afternoon, the territory was a hive of readiness, the air thick with the sounds of hammers, roars, and commands, a cacophony that spoke of strength and purpose. Acel returned, descending on a crimson dragon, the other four landing silently behind him, their scales shimmering as they emerged from the forest's shadows. Dust swirled around them as Zhao approached, his subjects pausing their tasks, their anticipation palpable as they gathered near the stronghold's steps.

"My lord," Acel said, dismounting with a swift bow, his golden eyes steady as he reported, his voice cutting through the fading light with clarity, "I found a monster hideout 12 kilometers northwest in the Ironwood Hills—a cave system, smaller than the Macre Ravines but dense. Over 300 Ironclaw Beasts—Diamond-tier, thick armor, slow but brutal strength. No aerial threats, tight tunnels restrict their numbers. Loot caches inside—ores, hides, maybe cores—weaknesses: Poor coordination, vulnerability to ranged attacks from above. On the way, I spotted another lord—10 kilometers south of the hideout, near a creek. Small camp, about 30 people. He's lounging, doing nothing while his subjects toil—building, gathering, no rest. Their loyalty's unshaken, no dissent despite his idleness."

Zhao's eyes narrowed, his mind dissecting both reports with a predator's focus, the wind tugging faintly at his hair as he stood before Acel, the dragons' low growls a subtle undercurrent to his thoughts. "six hundred silver-tier Ironclaws—perfect for resources and the egg," he mused, his voice steady, his gaze flickering to the pet egg Elara held, its crystalline surface now pulsing more vibrantly with absorbed energy. "Above Bronze, below Platinum—high-ranked, but we've faced worse. The lord, though... high loyalty with no effort? It's his talent—something binding them, keeping them tethered despite his sloth. We'll observe him first—10 kilometers south is on the way. After that, we hit the hideout."

He turned to his lieutenants, his voice firm with command. "We're moving out now—first to the lord's camp, then the hideout. The distance is long, so we'll use the dragons for quick travel. With only 100 of us, their speed won't strain our numbers. Valorn, Balor, Lyra, Elara—take a dragon each. Acel, lead with five. The rest of the Knights and workers, ten per dragon. Stealth mode when we near the lord—dragons are myths to others; they vanish from lesser eyes. Let's go."

Acel whistled sharply, and the twenty Diamond-tier dragons unfurled their wings, their thunderous beats sending dust swirling as they rose, their massive forms casting fleeting shadows over the stronghold. Zhao mounted a crimson dragon, its scales warm beneath his hands, its fiery breath a faint wisp as it awaited his command. Valorn, Balor, Lyra, and Elara each took one—crimson, emerald, midnight blue—their Solfare weapons secured, Elara clutching the egg tightly. The remaining Knights and workers climbed aboard, ten per dragon, their divine-tier armor from Kael glinting as they gripped the beasts' scales. Acel led on his crimson mount, the formation lifting off with a roar that shook the earth, soaring beyond the barrier into the forest sky.

The dragons' speed turned the 10-kilometer journey south into minutes, their wings cutting through the air with a grace that belied their power, the forest canopy a blur of green below. Zhao felt the wind whip against his face, the dragon's warmth a steady anchor as they flew, its muscles flexing with each beat. As they neared the creek, Acel signaled, and Zhao ordered, "Stealth mode—vanish from lesser eyes." The dragons shimmered, their forms fading into a translucent haze, an innate ability tied to their divine, mythic nature—unseen by those inferior, the lesser lords and beings of Central Land who lacked the perception to pierce their veil, a legend kept alive by their rarity. Zhao felt a ripple of energy as his mount vanished, its presence reduced to the wind and faint heat, the others following suit.

They descended silently near the creek, landing in a wooded clearing a half-kilometer from the lord's camp, the dragons reappearing in a ripple of light as their claws touched the earth. Zhao dismounted, the crimson dragon bowing its head, and crept forward with Acel, Valorn, and Elara, the others holding position. Through the trees, he spotted the camp—a modest cluster of tents, thirty figures toiling with wood and stone, their movements steady and purposeful. At the center, a man lounged by the creek, his posture relaxed, a faint laugh carrying on the breeze as he sipped from a crude wooden cup, his subjects working tirelessly around him. Zhao's sharp eyes noted their unwavering focus, their faces free of resentment despite the lord's idleness, their loyalty a palpable force that defied logic.

"A talent," Zhao muttered, his voice low as he crouched behind a tree, his gaze piercing the scene. "Binding them like puppets—keeping loyalty high without effort. He's not even preparing, just enjoying while they slave. After this fight, he's next—we'll take care of him and his camp."

Acel nodded, his Solfare spear resting lightly in his grip. "He didn't see us—dragons stayed hidden. His camp's weak, no defenses beyond a few spears. Easy pickings later."

Zhao straightened, signaling a return. "Back to the dragons—we're heading to the hideout now." They remounted, the dragons lifting off silently, their stealth mode reengaged as they soared northwest, the lord's camp fading behind them. The Ironwood Hills rose ahead—rugged peaks of dark stone and twisted trees—and they descended into a forested clearing a kilometer from the caves, the dragons reappearing as they landed, their scales glinting in the late afternoon sun.

The journey had been swift—faster than expected—covering 12 kilometers from Abyss in under an hour, the dragons' mythic speed a marvel. The hideout's caves were smaller than the Macre Ravines', nestled into a hillside with a dozen openings, their dark maws quiet save for faint growls. The atmosphere here was serene, the air cool with pine and earth, a stark contrast to Abyss's fervor. Zhao dismounted, the crimson dragon bowing, and turned to his team. "We're early—faster than planned with the dragons. The camp's smaller—300 Diamond-tier Ironclaws. Take a short break, then we strike."

The Knights and workers dismounted, stretching as the dragons coiled around the clearing, their roars softening. Valorn approached, his Solfare at his side. "My lord, the dragons' speed is unmatched—our reach is limitless now."

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Elara set the pet egg on a stone, its hum growing. "It's absorbing energy—this fight will push it further."

Zhao nodded, retrieving the SSS-grade class change certificate and class equipments from his inventory, their golden aura a constant presence. The calm moment offered a chance to test them. "I'll use this break to check the class scroll—Elara, Valorn, stand by."

He activated the certificate, golden light enveloping him, resonating with his Dragon God Blood and Physique. The system chimed, its voice ringing clear.

(Attention: SSS-grade class change certificate activated)

(Scanning lord's attributes and bloodline)

(Congratulations: You have unlocked a unique hidden SSS-rank class...)