Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1436 - 1006, What is this?

Upon hearing "Upper Deity," the Dragon Queen appeared slightly surprised but remained relatively calm.

The Goddess of Harvest's renown could easily rival that of most divine beings within factions, so ascending to Upper Deity status was indeed reasonable.

Now with the Goddess of Harvest joining the territory, they had a total of three Upper Deities.

Fang Hao still possessed an unused Level 8 Divinity from the Slaughter God.

Their strength would inevitably exceed any formal calculations.

Even if the Goddess of Harvest wouldn't participate directly in combat, nor act against them, it still ruled out one potential enemy.

"The Goddess of Harvest has a great reputation, but can she really be trusted?" the Dragon Queen asked again.

Fang Hao glanced at her and patted his own thigh.

The Dragon Queen rolled her eyes at him in mild irritation, still cautiously glancing toward the door.

Eventually, she moved to sit on his lap, hooking one arm around his neck and saying reproachfully, "You're supposed to be a divine figure, always thinking about such trivial things."

Fang Hao wrapped one arm around her waist while placing the other on her softly rounded thigh, speaking in a gentle tone, "Not fully trustworthy yet. Major intelligence hasn't been disclosed to her. Let's wait and see how things unfold."

"Is she going to live here as well?"

"That I can't say for sure. The matter of Holy Spirit City still needs to be kept confidential. You and Rolana shouldn't let it slip either," Fang Hao advised with a bit of sternness.

It wasn't so much about impending danger.

The city's current scale and development hadn't come easily.

If its location were revealed and known to certain gods,

bringing potential destruction would be heartbreaking.

"Alright, got it." The Dragon Queen nodded, then continued asking, "During my absence over the past few days, Beata didn't cause trouble, did she?"

"No, she's been in the city the whole time. Very obedient. But you've been a bit too restrictive; kids need their own space."

"What do you know? When I was her age, they wouldn't even let me leave Mount Dragon Peak," the Dragon Queen retorted lightly, swatting him.

Among the Dragon Clan, progress depended heavily on age and growth.

So until the dragons matured, they were at their most vulnerable stage.

Dragon Blood, Dragon Tendons, Dragon Scales—countless individuals coveted these treasures.

Especially dragons like the Dragon Queen and Beata, whose unique bloodlines set them apart for upbringing as the next leaders. Their childhoods and adolescent phases were closely monitored.

The Dragon Queen herself had been raised under such scrutiny.

Additionally, considering how the Dragon Clan and Fang Hao had offended numerous deities, they were even stricter with Beata.

She wasn't even allowed to leave the city.

"But you still need to keep an eye on things," Fang Hao advised.

"Alright, I will keep an eye out," the Dragon Queen replied absentmindedly.

Fang Hao lightly patted her waist, eliciting a puzzled look from her.

He adjusted her position, pulling her to straddle his lap completely.

"Does the Dragon Clan really have no gods?" Fang Hao asked the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"We used to," the Dragon Queen replied, "but because the Dragon Clan's population is limited, divine responses ceased over time, leaving us without a deity."

In other words, the Dragon Clan had once been favored by their own god.

But over time, the deity disappeared—possibly dead, possibly abandoning the Dragon Clan entirely.

This left the Dragon Clan in a situation where, despite being hailed as the strongest race in terms of raw power, the territory of Mount Dragon Peak remained relatively small.

Other clans wouldn't seek to provoke them, but collectively, the Dragon Clan's strength wasn't intimidating enough to prevent challenges.

Fang Hao nodded thoughtfully, slipping his hands beneath the hem of her skirt, saying, "No wonder you're basically the Dragon Clan's god now."

"All thanks to you." Speaking of this, the Dragon Queen's eyes softened with affection.

Their gazes met for a few silent moments.

The Dragon Queen lowered her head and pressed her crimson lips against his.

Fang Hao hadn't expected such initiative from her today. Feeling a surge of emotion, he deepened the kiss, savoring it.

The two remained entwined for quite some time.

When the Dragon Queen tried to pull away, Fang Hao held the back of her head, pulling her back into the intimacy.

Resigned to his persistence, she leaned back against him, opening a comic book and flipping through it casually.

A while later, as Anjia's laughter resonated just outside the door, the two hastily separated.

The Dragon Queen adjusted her dress, and Fang Hao wiped his mouth.

Such moments definitely couldn't be seen by Anjia.

If she knew, the entire city would undoubtedly know.

Moments later, Anjia entered the room, pulling Lorrey in tow.

Greeting the Dragon Queen briefly, Anjia exclaimed, "Fang Hao, let's go! Give Lorrey your blessing."

Fang Hao was speechless.

You're the lord here, I'm the lord here.

And yet, she was already assigning him tasks.

Still, he stood up and remarked, "Be discreet about such blessings. Discussing them openly outside could invite unnecessary problems."

"Oh, I haven't mentioned it to anyone," Anjia defended.

Fang Hao sighed in exasperation and led the two women outside.

The Dragon Queen also stood up and followed, curious to witness what the blessing altar looked like.

...

Next day.

Rolana's mother, Isabella, arrived at the main city.

A few Blood Clan members carried in chest after chest of treasures, setting them in the grand hall.

Isabella smiled and said, "Thank you for your support. These are tokens of gratitude from the Blood Clan."

Fang Hao had suffered significant losses in manpower and resources while helping the Blood Clan fend off the Orc Clan.

If not for the hundredfold amplification effect, that war alone might have depleted all territorial forces.

But such considerations were of little significance now.

Fang Hao had leveraged the Blood Clan's conflict, conveniently annexing the entire Orc Clan territory.

All said and done, he hadn't lost out.

Of course, Isabella's gesture might also stem from a desire to cultivate stronger bonds.

After all, her daughter had been nurtured into a Mid-tier Deity by Fang Hao.

Having been forsaken by divine favor, the Blood Clan now had their own god.

Given the strength of Fang Hao's domain, the Blood Clan's aspirations for closer ties were expected to hinge upon Fang Hao's willingness to accept them.

Hearing Isabella's words, Fang Hao chuckled and replied, "Very well, I'll accept them."

Isabella subtly sighed in relief.

The treasures were promptly carted away.

Fang Hao then asked, "What plans does the Blood Clan have moving forward?"

"This visit is partly to discuss that very matter."

"Oh? What about?" Fang Hao looked to her with interest.

Isabella glanced briefly at Rolana, who seemed unconcerned about the whole discussion, before responding, "The Blood Clan now has a divine protector. For future progress, we'd like to center it around my daughter and seek closer alliance ties with you."

Fang Hao mulled over her proposal.

Essentially, it meant becoming a formal vassal territory under Fang Hao.

The Blood Clan would defer to Rolana, their newly ascended Mid-tier Deity. And since Rolana disliked involvement in political affairs, she'd invariably entrust such matters to Fang Hao.

In essence, it sounded like a request to become one of Fang Hao's subordinate domains.

After some thought, Fang Hao glanced at Rolana, who was buried in her comic book, and agreed, "Hmm, that works. Once the Orc Clan region stabilizes, we can establish trade routes for better development."

Isabella smiled in satisfaction, giving a pleased nod.

Under Fang Hao's protection, the Blood Clan finally resolved their lack of a divine patron.

The ongoing issue of being deity-less was finally addressed.

"It's great that you've agreed, my lord. Moving forward, I hope you and the Dragon Queen can take good care of us," Isabella said graciously.

Like the Dragon Queen, she herself was an older Demigod.

A part of her heart couldn't help but envy the Dragon Queen's fortune in securing Fang Hao's support.

At least her daughter was also remarkable.

She'd ascended as a Demigod and held an intimate relationship with Fang Hao, placing her on par with the Dragon Queen's status within the hierarchy.

Fang Hao carried on, "I'll need the transmigrators within the Blood Clan territory to be systematically managed. You'll need to assign people to cooperate when the time comes."

"Certainly, I'll arrange for it," Isabella readily agreed with a smile.

The two were evidently content with their discussion, lingering over further details.

Eventually, Isabella and the Dragon Queen left the lord's mansion together, heading towards the pavilion in the amusement park to sip tea and chat.

Over their conversation, she marveled at the environment, remarking how wonderful it was and how living there could indeed be a delightful option.

The Dragon Queen looked at her questioningly.

Carefully analyzing whether Isabella's remark had an implied intention of staying permanently.

...

Afternoon.

Fang Hao flipped through a magic book in the study for a while but closed it after finding it rather dull. He picked up a few comic books instead.

Incidentally, it had been weeks since Kim Zhi He returned to craft her story.

Yet there had been no updates, not even a general outline or direction.

Surely she wasn't juggling multiple projects and pushing his matter to the back burner.

Reading the comic book for a while, Fang Hao grew bored once again and closed it.

He shifted to the Book of Lords, tuning into the chat channels within the network.

"Mercenary mission in Maelle City, Class C—requires leaders with Level 5 Mage units. DM for inquiries."

"Bro's gathering rural women to open a barber shop at Trade Alliance. First floor for styling, second floor for massage—sound viable?"

"Damn! Sounds legit upstairs—open it up already, urgent needs here!"

"Funny—every nearby city already has brothels, your business looks pretty slim."

"What's so great about locals—tired? Big sis can chat with you instead."

This post was even paired with some pictures of women.

Slim and graceful figures, alluring gazes, teasing poses that revealed swaths of fair skin—terribly enticing.

Most notably, transmigrator women had notably fairer, softer skin than local rural women.

After all, they didn't do manual labor.

The pictures sparked lively exchanges across the channel.

People competed for contacts, new connections, and playful banter filled the screen.

Sitting at his desk, Fang Hao chuckled quietly while observing the antics in the chat.

Honestly, watching the chat could truly lighten his mood.

Whoosh~!

Wind howled at the study window.

Soon after, a voice followed through the window, "Fang Hao, what's got you laughing over there?"

The sudden voice startled Fang Hao.

Turning back, he found a slender young woman in a light blue dress perched casually on the windowsill, smiling at him.

Her left leg dangled freely, gently swaying. Her right leg rested bent on the sill, revealing silky black-and-white patterned stockings over flawless skin.

Silver-white dragon horns framed a pair of white cow ears, while a thin tail peeked out from beneath her skirt.

This sight both surprised and bewildered Fang Hao.

He recognized the outfit and the person wearing it.

But the combination of the two was completely unfamiliar.

"Beata, what is this?" Fang Hao asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

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