Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 449: Messages From The Other Lords

"What have I overlooked?"

Closing his eyes, he started reviewing every detail. Thanks to his Titles enhancing his Mind Stat, recollections came sharp and clear. Events replayed in order, one by one, as if turning the pages of a book.

The clash against the Crimson Sky Wyrm.

The consequences that followed.

The prizes gained.

Responses from his followers.

Arrangements for the concert.

Suddenly, it hit him.

Isaac's eyes snapped open.

"The [Seer] must have informed the other Lords in Lord Chat that I brought down the Crimson Sky Wyrm," he declared.

Lord Chat popped open right away.

As soon as the panel loaded, a barrage of notifications overwhelmed his screen. Private messages piled up endlessly. Brief ones mixed with lengthy tomes, with even more arriving constantly.

He checked the initial ones.

[FlameGorgon]: Carus, my dear. You didn’t tell us it was you who defeated the Catastrophe? Hahaha, I guess you enjoyed acting like a total newbie while being a powerhouse.

[MistQueen]: Greetings, Carus. I’ve recently come across the news that you defeated the Catastrophe, and I’ve also seen the videos of your battle. I would like to extend a partnership offer. You can...

[VoidSinger]: Wow, you defeated a Catastrophe? That’s amazing news! Since you are strong enough, my group has decided to extend an offer. It’s a group that...

The messages stretched on endlessly.

Isaac kept scrolling further. Further still. And even more.

Lords he'd chatted with previously appeared. Others he'd glimpsed in chat just once. Some he had zero prior contact with.

Personal messages demanded one Gold Coin each. Longer ones cost extra based on length. These weren't inexpensive at all.

This showed everyone had shelled out actual cash to reach out to him.

"To congratulate me? No way," Isaac whispered. "They're angling for gains."

Scrolling persisted. Public Lord Chat buzzed with extra alerts too. Tags, mentions, queries about rumor validity.

"I suppose, no matter my world, history, or now, crowds always flock to outstanding figures," he remarked.

Praises failed to swell Isaac's ego. He understood these folks sought to exploit him. Should he disappoint, they'd discard him swiftly. And if possible, they'd drain him completely dry.

"Well, I'm no different. I'm going to drain every bit of profit from these leeches," he murmured, a sly smile creeping across his face.

Public Lord Chat opened, and he started composing.

Replying to privates? Not a chance. That would burn through hundreds of Gold Coins pointlessly.

[Carus]: Everyone, thank you for the well wishes. And for those who are questioning, yes, it’s true my City defeated the Crimson Sky Wyrm. I’ll attach a video as proof.

A short pause, then more typing.

[Carus]: PS, there is going to be a big event in my City in two days. All of you are welcome. We can talk about negotiations at that time if you want. I’ll attach the location of my City here.

The System promptly showed the fee.

Attach video — 20 Gold Coins.

Isaac's face contorted slightly.

"Twenty Gold Coins just for a video? Stingy System."

Payment made nonetheless.

Off went the message.

The public chat erupted without delay. Alerts flooded in without pause. Tags flew, questions poured, invites begged for, travel plans debated wildly.

Isaac ignored them entirely.

Chat shut down simply.

"I exposed my location and power, yet both would've surfaced eventually. Hiding's pointless. Plus, I'm way stronger now than when that video was recorded," he stated.

Displaying power held no danger. It served as lure.

Greater perceived might drew more Lords. Greater crowds meant vaster profits to reap.

"With my Great Dungeon and crops, extra Lords in my City will skyrocket earnings effortlessly," he mused aloud.

One more factor existed.

"Plus, Celia's fame reaching other Lord Cities will boost my religion as well."

Arms crossed in contemplation.

Celia's stardom exploding required flawless show in two days. The concert ahead was no mere fun. It meant publicity.

Her show didn't faze Isaac.

Despite her lewd tendencies, her allure was ridiculously captivating. Stage charisma radiated from her, fan interactions even more magnetic. Lords or visitors witnessing her acts—or streams—would swell her followers explosively.

"...sigh."

Forehead massaged by Isaac.

"Part of me rejoices that Celia's path forward brightens with wider fame. Yet it troubles me too, knowing she'll undoubtedly stage another wild antic soon."

Memories of her past antics lingered vividly.

That woman had no grasp of what restraint truly meant.

Isaac shook his head before soaring toward the concert hall.

Descending gradually, he touched down just outside the building. The moment his feet hit the ground, concealment techniques activated. His aura vanished completely, letting him sneak inside undetected.

The inside buzzed with activity.

Workers dashed around, hauling gear, scanning timetables, fine-tuning stage setups, and double-checking show lineups. Constant motion and hushed talks filled the air.

Isaac strolled leisurely right through the midst of them.

Not a soul spotted him.

Upon reaching the backstage zone, he deactivated the concealment technique. His presence snapped back immediately, though the frantic pace meant nobody reacted straight away.

He moved ahead and seized the arm of the guy hurrying past with a stack of papers.

"Call Arlene for me," Isaac commanded.

The man scowled. "Who are— Oh, Lord Isaac!"

His eyes bulged wide.

"I-I will do it now," he stuttered.

Others caught his startled response.

A few staff nearby whipped their heads around. Then even more followed. In mere seconds, recognition dawned across the room. Faces twisted from bewilderment to utter astonishment.

Isaac felt no shock at their outburst. His fame had skyrocketed after the Crimson Sky Wyrm battle footage went viral. Behaving like they'd encountered a superstar was entirely expected.