Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1056 - 664, is there still a plot?

Chapter 1056: Chapter 664, is there still a plot?

Actually, when it’s all added up, customizing a piece of armor really doesn’t come cheap.

If there hadn’t been the dragon scales available, there really would have been no need to expend so much effort and money on customizing equipment.

After all, the main battles are still carried out by the ordinary undead.

With that money, it would be better to get a blueprint for mass production—the effect would be even greater.

But having come this far, the money that needs to be spent still has to be spent.

Master Brinston nodded, personally counted the quantity, and said, “Don’t worry, I will save the remaining dragon scales for your next suit, no need to fret.”

Valuable materials are also rare treasures.

Some clients inevitably suspect that during forging, craftsmen might skimp on materials and keep them for themselves.

Of course, such incidents are not uncommon.

“I naturally trust the master’s integrity; not everyone can achieve what you have,” Fang Hao said.

“Hahaha!! You have a way with words,” laughed Brinston heartily.

It seemed Fang Hao’s words had struck a chord with him.

Fang Hao also laughed along for a moment and then asked, “Master, how long will it take to complete?”

“At least half a month or more, and that’s with people helping by my side. Of course, I will try to rush the process as much as possible. Near the end, you can bring over the second person, and I will measure them for their equipment,” the master replied after taking a sip of his drink.

Fang Hao had no choice when it came to commissioning equipment.

All he could do was nod and say, “Good, then I’ll wait for the master’s notice.”

“Sure, if there’s anything else, just come to Fire Hammer Shop. With this medal, you’ll be received by someone when you arrive,” said the dwarf as he handed Fang Hao a badge resembling both a flame and a beard.

“Thank you, master. I won’t disturb you any further.”

Having finished their conversation, he then left the Fire Hammer Shop.

…

Succubus Cottage.

“Demon Monarch sister, a human with demon materials has come to the shop,” said the little succubus as she burst through the door.

The Demon Monarch Succubus raised an eyebrow. Had they arrived already?

“Alone?” she asked softly.

“There’s also a lizardman. The two are in the second-floor private room, having ordered food,” she explained.

With a light touch to her forehead, the Demon Monarch said, “Give them two Dream Entering Contracts.”

“Yes, Demon Monarch sister.”

…

In the private room.

Fang Hao had ordered a meal, planning to have dinner here.

Today, the Succubus Cottage seemed rather quiet.

Apparently, some competition was being held at the central square again, attracting many people to watch.

As a result, the shop had few customers.

Knock knock!!

The door was softly rapped.

A seductively dressed succubus walked in, swaying her hips.

Her midriff was exposed through a heart-shaped cutout, revealing her fair belly—round and quite cute.

“Esteemed guests, since you have patronized our establishment five times, we are offering a ‘Dream Entering Contract,’ allowing you to enjoy the dream services of our shop,” the little succubus said while casting a flirtatious wink.

“A Dream Entering Contract? What does that mean?” Fang Hao asked.

The succubus, squatting beside them, took out two contracts and explained, “Well, as you know, we succubi possess the ability to enter dreams, allowing us to fulfill guests’ requests within a constructed dreamscape.”

Similar explanations could be found in books about humans.

Victims in their sleep gradually surrender to the ‘dark’ desires of their hearts, indulging in suppressed taboos and urges.

Succubi skilled in dream entrance continue to amplify these desires for the ‘victims.’

They entice them towards their ultimate goal.

That described the succubi’s actions of beguiling other species through dreams.

Under the regulations of the Trade Alliance, the White Temptress Demon had turned this ability into a business.

Through dream entering, it provides brief fulfillment of desires unattainable in reality.

The succubus continued, “Sir, whether you wish to become a king with authority, defeat an unbeatable foe from the past, or meet the woman you love, all can be satisfied in the dream.”

Demitrija stood by the side, expressionless.

But Fang Hao was genuinely surprised. This was possible?

This was just like going online!

In the world of the internet, where one could achieve mental fulfillment.

Whether it be through shooting games or having a virtual girlfriend.

All could be accomplished.

Honestly, Fang Hao found it very interesting.

“Thank you, we’ll discuss it and get back to you after dinner, if that’s alright?” Fang Hao said with a smile.

“Of course, sir,” answered the little succubus sweetly, setting the two contracts on the table before turning to leave.

Fang Hao glanced at the contents of the contract.

It was a contract from the Trade Alliance, outlining rules for both parties.

Essentially, while dreaming, the succubus is not to cause any harm to the guest’s psyche.

On the guest’s part, no excessive actions are to be taken.

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Fang Hao quickly skimmed through it and felt that it seemed fine.

Soon, the door was knocked on again.

The ordered food was brought in.

Setting the contract aside, he chatted and dined with Demitrija.

…

Activity Square.

The spacious circular square was already packed with people.

Members of various species gathered here, all eyes fixed on the two figures in the center—one large, one small.

The Drunkard Challenge Contest.

The Troll Tribe’s hero, ‘Yamos,’ challenged the champion of the Drunkard Contest, the Dragon Clan’s hero, ‘Beata.’

If the challenge was successful, Troll ‘Yamos’ would become the new champion.

He would bear the title and enjoy the special privileges of the champion in taverns.

One large, one small; one black, one white.

Both stood in the middle of the square, each with a barrel of ale as tall as a man in their arms.

Holding them over their heads, they guzzled the ale with a gurgling sound.

Behind the two men, there were even more empty barrels of ale.

“How many barrels is this now?” an Undead who had just arrived asked softly.

The Orc beside him replied, “The eighth.”

The Undead nodded, “Eight barrels, not bad. Back when I was still alive, my alcohol tolerance wasn’t any worse than theirs.”

The surrounding Orcs and humans glanced at him, shaking their heads with a look of disbelief.

At this time, someone who was not familiar with the situation walked over.

Curiously, they asked, “Who’s that human girl who can keep up with a Troll until now? She’s quite impressive.”

“Human? That’s someone from the Dragon Clan.” The Undead turned to look and continued, “Here’s a piece of advice for you, humans definitely shouldn’t join such contests. It will only lead to an earlier death.”

The contest in the arena continued unabated.

To alleviate the tedium of drinking.

There were some minor diversions, like darts competitions and rapid-fire quizzes.

Just to test the sobriety of the two competitors.

…

The bustling noise in the square had no effect on the shops in the commercial street.

No matter how lively it was, the sound couldn’t travel such a distance.

After signing the contract, Fang Hao and Demitrija had just received two more paper sheets from the little Succubus.

“Gentlemen, you can choose the type of dream entry you’d like on these,” the little Succubus continued to explain with a smile, kneeling by their side.

As for types of dream entry, there were only a few options.

Power, wealth, status, love, and others like those.

Beyond the aforementioned options, the rest involved writing one’s own wishes.

For instance, to make up for one’s shortcomings or to meet a deceased loved one.

The little Succubus recommended power or status, as those were the most popular choices among men.

Fang Hao smiled, indicating that he agreed with the Succubus’s suggestion.

But as he looked at the sheet in his hand, he hesitated for a moment.

As a generous lord who controlled a vast territory,

his dream entry should be about expanding borders or ascending to godhood, right?

But why did Fang Hao feel like all of that was just work?

While awake, he was striving for these things. Now that he had the rare chance to indulge in a ‘daydream,’ should he still worry about them?

His gaze slightly shifted, catching a glimpse of Demitrija’s sheet before it was closed.

On it was written the name of the Lizard Queen – Anastasia.

Demitrija sure had his sights set on her.

In a few days you’ll be together, and now you’re still filling in the queen’s name, isn’t that wasting a slot!

If you’re going to fill it in, choose someone completely unrelated.

Scribbling quickly while Demitrija tried to sneak a peek, Fang Hao wrote down a name.

He handed it directly to the little Succubus.

“What’s next?” Fang Hao went on to ask.

The little Succubus maintained her gentle smile, “Sir, there’s still plenty of time. You both can take a stroll around the city and just come back to check in later.”

“Oh, alright,” Fang Hao agreed.

…

The two of them made a quick trip back to the main city.

By the time they returned, the moon was already high in the sky.

They settled down in their respective rooms.

The room was spacious, and it was decorated to create a certain ambiance. A bath had already been drawn in the separate bathroom, with flower petals floating on the surface.

The rising steam created a hazy atmosphere in the bathing area.

“This Succubus house is really thorough in their work, even the bath water has been prepared,” Fang Hao said as he undressed and stepped directly into the tub.

Ever since he had the hot springs, it had been quite a while since he last soaked in such a bath.

Mainly because it’s inconvenient—having to get someone to heat the water wasn’t as handy as the hot springs.

He relished the comfortable feeling the hot water provided.

Meanwhile, he opened the Book of Lords to check the regional channel.

In the channel, the chat was still about yesterday’s mission.

Aside from exchanging some of the spoils of war they had obtained,

it had also sparked some issues.

Conflict…

Those ancient sites, where they popped up, were usually situated between two or more cities.

This inevitably led to multiple transmigrators attempting to conquer the same place at once.

Within the same region, it was fine since everyone was looking for team members.

But in the border regions, it wasn’t so friendly.

It was now common to see many involved in conflicts with transmigrators from other nations.

And even the Alliance had been dragged into it.

“This system mission is really sinister, it seems like it’s intentionally provoking conflict,” Fang Hao remarked, closing the Book of Lords. He rested his head on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes in contemplation.

Border battles could likely drag all the Alliances into the fray,

leading to regional warfare.

This is tricky!

There wasn’t peace for a few days before chaos erupted again.

…

After soaking for a while,

Fang Hao got back into his bathrobe. Just as he was about to step out, he heard the door open.

Then came a rustling sound.

Frowning, he armed himself and walked out slowly.

Upon reaching the bedroom,

he saw a silver-haired girl with dragon horns, already fast asleep on the bed.

And on the floor beside the bed, her clothes lay scattered—the ones she had just taken off.

Fang Hao furrowed his brows.

Entering the dream so quickly?

Smelling the lingering scent of alcohol in the air…

“So there’s a plot twist?”