My Infinite Wealth System-Chapter 12: Creating a Kingdom, Training Under a Crazy Waifu, and Visitors?

Chapter 12 - Creating a Kingdom, Training Under a Crazy Waifu, and Visitors?

[Kingdom interface unlocked]

Kingdom

Overall Rank: FFF

Nations: Shindachi

Races: 1

Leader: Fred — [Adult]

Army: 120 [Whelp] Goblins

Gold Revenue: 100/week

Perks: N/A

[Kingdom Shop unlocked. Spend gold to buy perks to strengthen your Kingdom and earn more resources, weapons, and armor to improve your army, or buy buildings, roadways, and other things of that nature to improve the lands you've conquered. You must first conquer a land before upgrading it.]

...

The overwhelming information swirled in Lukas's mind. At least he now knew where he was—a nation called Shindachi. Whatever the hell that meant.

Then there was the whole FFF rank thing. Although he didn't exactly know what it was, he had a pretty good guess. It was some kind of ranking system, and obviously, FFF rank was the pinnacle.

Right?

"G-god gave swordmaster name?"

Pokey's trembling voice pulled Lukas away from the screen, revealing a crowd of goblins. They looked at him with a gaze of expectation, though they tried to hide it.

'How many did the system say there were?' Lukas thought with a frown. '120 soldiers? And then... how many civilians?'

[1,237 goblins in total, Master]

'Fuck!'

A buffer voice called from the side, different from the usual squeaky goblin voices. "Master, thank you for giving me a proper name."

Turning around, Lukas saw Fred kneeling, his head bowed at almost a 90-degree angle.

Except, it wasn't really Fred. It was like a Fred on some super steroids.

'Since when did he become an average bodybuilder?' Lukas thought with a smirk. 'Is this really because I gave him a name?'

If so, maybe it wouldn't be bad to give a few more goblins their names. Like Pokey.

But 1,237 was a lot.

[C'mon Master, don't be a lazy ass!]

Ignoring his system, Lukas told Fred he was welcome and then turned to Pokey.

Taking in a solemn breath, Lukas said, "Your name will be... Poki!"

'Shit, why did I actually keep his name that?' Lukas berated himself internally. However, Poki seemed to like it at least a little.

"Thank! Thank! Me thank you!" Poki screamed as he fell to Lukas's feet, repeatedly bowing.

Overwhelmed, Lukas could do nothing but nod.

"He give us names?"

"Even me?"

At the same time, an excited chatter erupted throughout the goblins as each of them expected a name. Somehow, all of them were audible even over Poki's screaming gratitude.

'Fuck.'

...

[1,235 names later]

"And your name is Alishia with an sh," Lukas said, offering the 5th variation of the same name to one of the maids. She graciously accepted, repeatedly bowing over and over.

He was sure it was going to bite him in the ass later when he wanted Alicia and instead got Alixia with an x, but what was there to do? His creative juices had been completely exhausted after the first name.

But finally, it was over. He had around 600 steroid abusers and 600 red carpet all-stars crowding him, each of them offering their deepest thanks.

Even the kids had developed into super soldiers and models somehow, except a younger version, of course.

[Kingdom rank upgraded to F]

'F?' Lukas thought.

So, he was wrong. FFF wasn't the op rank. It was bottom of the gutter.

At least now he was less bottom of the gutter. Maybe soon his army could even be regarded as cannon fodder.

Still, Lukas couldn't help but smile as he looked at the new army, headed by Fred. Even if they were weak, they were his.

And maybe one day, the girl brushing beside him would join it too. Instead of killing them with her training.

"Quite impressive stamina," Alara remarked with a smirk.

'Wh-why say it like that?' Lukas thought as his face reddened a little. Especially now, when he had a quest and kingdom and stuff to focus on.

Though, thinking on it a little more, he supposed that gods from his world did sleep around a bit. Especially those Greek ones, like Zeus.

But the truth was, he had more important goals than stupid stuff like romance.

Therefore, he didn't let the insinuation get to his head.

"Hopefully, you still have enough left for me," Alara continued before pushing him with one arm. "Don't think you're getting out of training that easily."

Training.

Something Lukas could focus on. He had spent the entire night trying to decipher her fighting stance, after all.

Hopefully, facing it again would teach him more than those fruitless attempts.

"Training already?"

"Me is stronger now!"

The goblins instantly reacted to Alara saying it was time to train. Scrambling to the nearby weapons barracks, they each grabbed a weapon of choice and then a sparring partner.

Even after a grueling training routine yesterday, both Lukas and his army were ready for today's punishment.

"Relax, guys," Alara said with a chuckle, momentarily pausing the goblins' vicious sparring. "I need to properly teach you some techniques first."

'Properly?' Lukas mused, wondering what happened with the real Alara. Since when did she care about properly more than beating the shit out of her students?

[Apparently, you weren't the only one mulling over yesterday's training session]

Lukas chuckled at the system's cheerful observation, causing Alara to raise an eyebrow.

"What? You don't think I can, Ygroa?" she said with a laugh, accentuating his god name.

Then she rushed at him, ignoring the surprised squeals of goblins.

His body instinctively took the position of her stance. After spending an entire night studying the stance, it appeared his body had actually learned something where his brain had failed.

Raising his own sword, he blocked her attack with surprising ease.

Alara raised her eyebrow even further, this time less playful, though.

"Quick learner, huh?"

Shortly following her remark, she raised his sword with her own before extending her palm.

It struck his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Sand dug into his palms as he tried to force himself to his feet.

The task proved impossible, and all he could do was roll across the sand like a kid who was tossed by his dad.

Well, mommy in this case.

Her foot pressed into his back, stopping his roll. Then the cold metal of her blade pressed against his arm, signaling his swift defeat.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and even though he couldn't see her, he knew she was shaking her head.

"When will you use more than your eyes?" she said, her voice low and filled with disappointment. "Reading your opponent isn't enough in a battle to the death. By the time you've read your opponent, they've already moved past the trick. In other words, you can only see the trap they set, not their actual move."

A hand suddenly shot into his vision, a soft and delicate hand despite its many calluses.

He ignored it, rising to his feet by his own strength.

Turning back to face Alara, he saw her roll her eyes before continuing. "More than that, most sword fights are far too quick to trust your eyes. You must be ready for anything far before you can see their action. A sudden thrust of the palm, a sudden turning kick, a sudden change in the trajectory of their sword. Maybe your detective skills will work on weak opponents. However,"

A smile shot across her face as she pointed at herself with her thumb, "When you face someone like me, you'll be dead before you even learn the color of my eyes."

Lukas could do nothing but nod in response to her speech. He couldn't fight it, couldn't say that she was wrong, because that was blatantly false. In the past 2 days, she had put him on his ass more than any other girl he ever knew.

And, contrary to popular belief, gangs were filled with badass women.

Yet he doubted that, even with every gang in the world teaming up against her, they would be able to defeat Alara.

"Ah, sorry!" Alara cried out, smacking her head. "I got carried away again."

Her face was red as she took her usual stance. "Eh, let's start over. You can do this much, right?"

Lukas nodded, instantly replicating her stance. It was strange because he still didn't understand its functionality. However, it was almost like his body operated under a second mind.

Either way, it was enough to earn an approving nod from Alara.

"Good. Then, let's begin."

...

They practiced together for around an hour before suddenly realizing the other goblins were eerily quiet. The shouts and screams of a sparring session had suddenly become more silent than a library.

Turning around, they saw that most of them were kneeling. Fred, Poki, and a few of the other elite goblins had moved over to them.

Fred unsheathed his sword and quickly said to Lukas, "2 representatives from the greater goblin tribe of the Golden Hills have arrived. Do not look at them directly, as they come from the direction of the mountains."

'Mountains?' Lukas thought, confused for just a second.

Then his eyes widened at their cunning.

As he had learned from the moment of his arrival, it was a death sentence to look directly at the mountains. Though he hadn't thought of it much during the tournament, he now realized that the goblin ring wasn't entirely circular.

An entire section was missing, the section that would have been looking at the mountains.

That was how dangerous looking at the mountains was: it literally changed everyday lives.

Before he even met them, Lukas knew that these greater goblin tribes were far smarter than his own little army. However, that didn't mean they were smarter than their god.

As far as he was concerned, they were perfect first customers for his store.

A small smile crept on his face as Lukas prepared to greet his new guests.