The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 566: Title - 449: Open Title

Chapter 566: Title: Chapter 449: Open Title

The Undead jostled each other to throw their money first.

Watching others pull awesome cats with high looks, great personality, and solid skills, they were so envious they wanted to slide through the internet cable and knife someone.

When it came to improving one’s strength and the involvement of pets, no one could resist the urge to splash the cash in this area.

That included Lavee, whose luck was not so hot, but he was loaded, and his teammates were pretty lucky, so he could first borrow their Beast Teeth to snag a good buddy and pay them back later. Offline transfers were possible, too.

A flash of white light.

"Damn, what the hell is this?"

Lavee paid with confidence for a gacha pull, but the personality of the partner he got was just horrendous.

"Personality: Fearful"

Just one personality.

"Skill: Battlefield Charge"

Letting a chicken-hearted buddy use Battlefield Charge? Yeah, right, as if that would ever work.

And the single available Title slot also left him deeply disappointed.

"Once more!"

Spending money on a gacha draw was no issue.

...

After communicating with the Corrupt King, Lind could now head to the Corrupt King’s Territory, where the importance of Beast Teeth as currency was self-evident.

Many things could be bought with Beast Teeth.

Like armor and weapons that clearly bore the style of the Mechanical God Cult, if one could purchase enough, it might be possible to access the teachings of the Mechanical God Cult.

The Lionheart Greatsword was passable, but he didn’t have the right armor. Even with the polluting done by Abyssal Power, the better the quality of the armor, the better the effect.

He had heard from Tione, a Beastwoman, that Stone Beast Fort had many armor craftsmen who could forge armors with high defensive power, both beautiful and mighty.

Not to mention that using Beast Teeth was essential for activities like gathering information and hiring muscle.

Lind didn’t have many strong subordinates under him; apart from himself, the only capable fighter was Tione, but there was no need for her to enter the battlefield with so much involvement with the Ring Nuns and Ring Knights.

The once protagonist, William, had now become a unit of measurement for combat capability.

If possible, he could totally hire a bunch of Beastman mercenaries with decent strength, with combat capabilities at around two Williams or more to work for him.

Relying solely on the Undead would be tough, like using the Undead as spies to create chaos could only work once. With the Lionheart King’s death, that trick definitely wouldn’t fly anymore.

Without great strength, even the fearless and tricky Undead faced significant survival pressures on this land.

The prerequisite for stirring up trouble was still power.

If Lind hadn’t brought in the Corrupt King, with Lionheart King’s power after a brief chaos, he would have quickly quelled the turmoil stirred up by the Undead.

"Ah—! Why!" Lavee threw his head back and roared.

His money was all spent, he admitted he got a little carried away, but "Golden Common" was just too much, always failing to draw good traits, and on the off chance that he got one with a decent personality and skills, the appearance was hideously ugly.

He really had rotten luck today.

"Forget it, I’ll try again next time."

With a heart full of regret, Lavee decided to log off and wash his hands.

He still hadn’t figured out the real reason for his streak of bad luck.

As for Lind, the culprit, looking at the small mountain of Beast Teeth piling up in the room, he mentally gave the Undead a thumbs-up for their generosity.

Tione, the Beastwoman, rushed back; all 3000 Undead had now acquired beast companions, and her job here was done.

As soon as she entered, she was greeted by the glittering mountain of beast teeth, her eyes sparkling with gold as well.

"So much money!"

The Beast Sacrificial Ground was too impoverished, she had never seen so much money in her life.

But thinking about how all of this was deceitfully gained by Lind from the Undead, the Beastwoman’s disdain for Lind was uncontrollable, and given the chance, she would definitely let Ull bite Lind, definitely!

"Here’s 20%," Lind said, "for future expenses."

The Beastwoman immediately changed her attitude, "For me, really?"

Her tail started wagging furiously; she was not greedy, but 20% was definitely a huge pile, and the life of her Beastman kin would be much improved.

"Remember to have the Beast merchants travel to the Corrupt King’s Territory to trade." Lind nodded, not expecting the Beastwoman to have a trait for avarice.

Lind was not a Lord greedy for money, money wasn’t particularly useful to him, but he knew the Undead were in much need of it.

Having money in the hands of NPCs was the driving force behind getting Undead laborers to work, promoting the economic cycle.

No matter how much he spent, the Undead would eventually bring the money right back to him—calling it zero cost wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Next, the main mission of the Undead became the construction of the extraction base.

The area between the Beast Sacrificial Ground and the Corrupt King’s Territory was designated as the final location.

The arduous construction work was entirely handed to the Beastmen.

As for the Undead, they were busy with another matter.

Grinding for Titles!

...

Lavee carried his sword on his back, gazing ahead at the distorted, bulging terrain.

He had once passed through that mountain range, the towering rocks stacked by some mighty force, including the continuation of vast pits nearby—each one resembling the footprints of Deities, vastly beyond Lavee’s imagination.

Lavee still remembered the outbreak of the war at Lionheart Fort, though his mouth chanted "Lionheart Forever," he was not a loyal Orc of Lionheart; a Ranger had his own way to pursue power.

But when he heard the news that the Undead he joked with every day had waged a war to annihilate Lionheart Fort, he could hardly believe it.

Even less believable was that noble human Lind he once sat with for a drink, he actually executed the Beast Prime Minister Wolfgang!

The mighty mountain range, cleaved into twin valleys by a supreme force, stood proud among the surrounding basin pits.

It loomed high into view, connecting the yellow sky and clouds above to the ground below, its forked peaks resembling a trident as if someone thrust the mountains towards the sky, and everyone who gazed upon it felt a sensation of breathlessness, as though they were struck.

Just considering the tremendous force behind such a terrifying scene made the heart race uncontrollably.

Lavee wasn’t here to scout terrain; he was glad that humans’ attitudes toward him hadn’t changed, still as cordial as ever.

A Sword Saint must fight.

Having stayed too long, Lavee had to leave that "comfortable nest" of the Beast Sacrificial Ground—it was too peaceful, too indulgent; to ensure he wasn’t corrupted, Lavee, leading the Scorpion Flea, set out on a new journey.

He hoped to grow ever stronger, that one day he might achieve such feats too.

Perhaps in countless years to come, people would think that this twin peak was not the work of man, but formed by nature.

"Lavee!" A voice called from behind.

Lavee’s face changed, and he quickened his pace.

All right, he admitted there was another reason he was eager to leave—the Undead were too bothersome, disturbing his rest every day; he had to go.

"I’ve already told you the method to become a Sword Saint!" Lavee shouted back, speeding up his departure.

Farewell, Undead.

Actually, never seeing them again would be fine too.

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