Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 4

Following the striking system alert, the Black Gold System fell completely silent.

Richard burst into hearty laughter.

His spirits lifted in an instant.

Yet, the demands for the upcoming upgrade had risen sharply, now needing a full 10 elite-grade troop lairs altogether.

With a normal-grade nest core, he could synthesize up to a hundred.

Richard glanced back at the alert. Spotting the subtle second note, his mouth corner twitched.

“I nearly overlooked it. That fellow who made the Black Gold System intentionally threw in a cooldown to stop me from speeding through the game…”

Still, it wasn’t a major issue. Richard simply had to train up a few more troops.

Suddenly, he felt like thanking the friend behind the game’s creation. If his abilities weren’t a tad superior, this cheat wouldn’t have landed in his hands...

Richard pulled up the Mummy Pyramid’s attribute panel.

[Great Pyramid]

[Level: Elite 3-stars]

[Recruit Type: Bandaged Mummy (Elite 3-stars)]

[Recruit Quantity: 14]

[Weekly Output: 7]

[Recruitment Requirements: 40 gold coins, 40 units of wood, 40 units of stone]

[Description: It is an ordinary desert troop lair.]

After the level-up, recruitment costs had climbed considerably.

Before, just 12 gold coins summoned one mummy, but now it took 120 units.

However, the investment paid off handsomely!

This victory came through sheer grit.

Richard grinned widely, curious about the power of an Elite 3-star Bandaged Mummy.

Without delay, he selected to recruit them all.

Fourteen bandaged mummies drained 560 gold coins, 560 units of wood, and 560 units of stone.

Once resources on the panel plummeted, the pyramid glowed with gray light, its form turning misty.

Like nightfall blanketing the land, though dusk hadn’t arrived.

Cracking stone sounds echoed from the mist.

‘Sha!’

A white-bandaged arm burst from the pyramid.

A mummy emerged right before Richard’s eyes.

One by one...

Fourteen mummies materialized identically before him.

Richard eyed them intently.

“Coming out like that seems overly dramatic, doesn’t it?”

“Good thing you didn’t pop out of a TV screen.”

Once the bandaged mummies stepped forth, sunlight didn’t faze them.

Their looks struck deeper fear than any film or show version.

White bandages swathed their forms completely, faces included, revealing only empty, socket-less eyes.

Shriveled hands resembled withered twigs, nails razor-sharp enough to shred armor.

An ancient, decaying scent wafted from them, as though fresh from a tomb.

Any commoner would shudder at the mere sight.

Richard nodded approvingly. Only the feeble craved cute beast-eared girls; true warriors battled with mummies.

He accessed their attribute panel.

[Bandaged Mummy]

[Level: 1]

[Potential: Elite 3-star]

[Skills: Body of Death — LRB (E-rank). No fear of pain, no fear of death, and immune to poison, plague.]

[Corpse Bandage — (E-rank). Reduces physical damage by 30%. The bandage carries plague. The infected person will enter a weakened state, and all stats will be reduced by 20%. If not treated, they will gradually die.]

[Sharp Claw Tearing — LRB (E-rank). Finger sharpness increased by 30%. Sturdiness increased by 30%.]

[Race Talent: When fighting in the desert, stamina and recovery speed of injuries will be increased by 50%.]

[Fetters: When the number of mummies is greater than 10, the strength of all mummies will be increased by 10%. When the number of mummies is greater than 30, strength will be increased by 20%. When the number of mummies is greater than 50, the strength will be increased by 30%. Furthermore, the infection rate of the plague will increase by 30%. The negative effects of the mummies will increase by 30%.]

[Description: If you use their bandages to hang yourself, you will surely die from the plague in the end.]

Though lacking detailed stats like strength or vitality, Richard could tell their capabilities were solid.

Richard gave a slight nod.

Thus, they remained Elite 3-star troops.

After a moment’s thought, he checked his own attribute panel further down.

[Talent: Desert Lord — Special Growth Talent (Current Level: C). You are the master of the desert. You can predict the arrival of the sandstorm, and you have mastered the desertification ability. You can permanently bestow your subordinates with the ability. Effect: Your subordinates will receive the D-rank Skill — Desertification.]

This marked his unique growth talent, presently at C-rank.

Richard’s fortune rivaled players starting with elite or superior lairs.

He gazed at the mummy ahead.

He gradually reached out his right hand.

Instantly, a radiance like yellow sand radiated from his palm.

All fourteen mummies found themselves shrouded inside it.

[Ding~ Under your blessing, the 14 bandaged mummies have obtained a new skill — Sand Transformation (D-rank).]

[Sand Transformation: D-rank. It reduces 99% of physical damage. It can devour yellow sand to recover from injuries. It can last for 5 minutes. (Cooldown Time: 2 hours).]

Richard burst into laughter.

This power nullified 99% of physical harm and permitted sand consumption for healing. Wasn’t it completely unbeatable?

Plus, the desert surrounded him. Wouldn’t these bandaged mummies turn into immortal vermin?

Even greater, he could freely grant this ability to his followers without limits.

Going forward, his forces would always possess an additional skill compared to those of other lords...

Furthermore, as his talent for growth kept rising in level, the powers he could impart later would grow stronger too.

His prospects stretched boundlessly.

Once his exhilaration subsided, Richard eyed the 14 mummies before him. Bandages swathed their forms, exposing only vacant eye sockets.

He flicked his hand.

With them trailing after, he spearheaded the exit from the wall-enclosed area.

The central doorway lay wide open.

Richard strode forth.

In the next instant, astonishment gripped him.

Hundreds of uneasy dwellers clustered at the gateway then. Donned in shabby coarse-fabric attire, their glances shifted evasively, faces taut with vigilance.

Upon spotting him, every breath grew shallow.

The mummies’ emergence sparked deeper alarm in many. They clutched garment edges fiercely and abruptly bowed heads, too terrified to gaze ahead.

Within the suffocating tension, a white-haired elder clad in a lengthy white robe lurched from the masses.

Trembling anxiously, he advanced to Richard and prostrated himself reverently.

Gathering courage, he cried out.

“Lord, your humble subjects welcome you...”

The speech sounded utterly foreign. Richard knew for certain he’d never encountered it across his twenty years.

Amid his bewilderment, a rush of data flooded his thoughts. He swiftly assimilated the sounds, meanings, and endless details.

This proved the mainland’s universal tongue.

Right then, Richard comprehended the man’s words fully.

A touch dazed, Richard marveled at instantly acquiring a fresh language.

Was this... the perk for newcomers?

Led by the elder, the rear crowd jolted awake. They dropped to their knees in frantic succession, desperate not to trail.

“Welcome, Lord...”

Voices swelled and receded, echoing the dread of a mouse beholding a cat.

As Richard prepared to respond, a system prompt chimed in his mind.

[Ding~ You have officially taken over the territory. You are free to check the territory panel.]