Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1135: Chapter 739, Trade Alliance So Boring (Uh, first one to be updated.)_2

Then, in a soft voice, she asked, “Has there been any news about that person?”

The little Succubus immediately answered, “I heard that a few days ago, he visited the Fire Hammer Shop, but after leaving, he went straight back and hasn’t come to the Trade Alliance headquarters since.”

“A bunch of stinky Dwarves,” the Demon Monarch cursed.

Then, she continued to ask, “Anything interesting happening lately?”

The little Succubus thought for a moment before saying, “There’s a piece of news I heard from the sisters this morning.”

“What news?”

“This afternoon, a transmigrator entered a dream. They participated in some kind of mission today, and the sister guiding the dream saw many massive Giants attacking a city in his dream.”

“Giants?”

“Yes. In that person’s dream, the entire city had moved to a peculiar place where it was attacked by Giants. However, after the transmigrator was killed by the Giants, he came back without dying or being injured, as if it had all been just a dream.” The little Succubus spoke softly, her brow already furrowed.

*Dreams could be guided.*

*Even if one’s dream was a seductive and fragrant fantasy, under certain special guidance, secrets might still emerge from the depths of the mind.*

*But these system prompts and challenge missions? They were still perplexing to the Succubus.*

*That’s why she said it felt like a dream.*

*Truth and lies intertwined, surreal and fantastical.*

The Demon Monarch listened attentively. They had no territory of their own and had always lived in the Trade Alliance’s headquarters.

They didn’t interact much with transmigrators and therefore knew even less about them.

After pondering for a moment, she finally said slowly, “If any more transmigrators come by, keep an eye on this situation. These transmigrators are quite intriguing.”

Her mind, however, couldn’t help but flash to the image of that transmigrator who had once traded Demon materials with her.

A human transmigrator, capable of clearing out a Demon-occupied camp—it had indeed exceeded her expectations, sparking her deepening interest in this human.

*Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder—why did this human transmigrator seem uninterested in Succubi and instead favored those stinky blacksmithing Dwarves?*

*This made her genuinely question whether this person’s sexual orientation might be a bit unusual.*

“Understood, Demon Monarch Sister,” the little Succubus responded. Then, in a gentle voice, she asked, “Is the pressure alright?”

“Mm!”

The little Succubus massaged her lightly, while the Demon Monarch occasionally let out some yawns.

*The Trade Alliance was dreadfully boring.*

*They’d been living here for decades.*

*On the surface, the headquarters seemed bustling and splendid, but the inability to leave made it feel like a grand cage.*

*It imprisoned them inside.*

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door. “Mistress, Mr. Clemente from the Trade Alliance is here.”

The Demon Monarch’s brows furrowed slightly. She gestured for the little Succubus to let down the curtains draping over the bed and said, “Let him in!”

The door opened, and a neatly dressed Goblin walked in.

He carried a black briefcase and wore a monocle. As soon as he entered, he couldn’t resist sniffing the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

His gaze occasionally darted toward the curtain in front of him.

Through the veil, a faint silhouette could be seen.

“Mr. Clemente, I wonder what brings you here today?”

From behind the curtain came a soft, melodious voice, accompanied by the faint chime of bells.

The Goblin collected himself and immediately spoke, “Miss Yezabeth, according to the contract you signed with the Trade Alliance, this year marks the 50-year term for your shop.”

“Ah! Would you look at that? I completely forgot about it. Don’t worry, I’ll have the money prepared and sent to the Trade Alliance as soon as possible,” the Demon Monarch said.

“Miss Yezabeth, there’s been a slight change. The Trade Alliance’s shop regulations underwent some adjustments this year, and I needed to inform you,” the Goblin spoke again.

“Go on!”

“Shops within the Trade Alliance have become incredibly scarce, so the regulations have been amended accordingly. After the lease expires, there will be two ways to secure a rental contract.”

The Goblin paused momentarily before continuing, “The first is to maintain a sales rank in the top fifty for ten consecutive years, and they must be the most recent consecutive ten years. The second is to take part in an auction, but only if your division’s shop was the top sales champion.”

The reason for the Trade Alliance’s policy changes wasn’t hard to decipher.

*The rapid rise of the transmigrators.*

*The scarcity of Trade Alliance shops, combined with the inability to expand the city further, had necessitated these restrictions.*

*If a shop didn’t meet certain sales thresholds, it could no longer operate.*

*After all, the Trade Alliance was fundamentally a commercial platform. The primary measure of eligibility was whether you could generate profit for them.*

*This…*

Behind the curtain, a deep silence fell.

*Did the Succubus Tavern make money? Of course, it did.*

*There was no problem gathering the funds to renew the lease, but under the new rules, things became uncertain.*

*Even though the Succubus Tavern was profitable, it was essentially a restaurant that sold food and dream-guiding services.*

*It couldn’t compete with equipment shops, which sold thousands or even tens of thousands of items at a time.*

*The top fifty ranking? Impossible to reach.*

*And as for the second option, they lived at the headquarters and had no real connection to any branch offices. Moreover, the reputation of Succubi wasn’t exactly favorable, so they had few allies to call on.*

*The second option was out of the question too.*

“Mr. Clemente, this seems rather unreasonable, doesn’t it? After all, we’ve been loyal patrons for over 50 years. Changing the rules like this without notice feels unfair. Couldn’t you simply increase the renewal price?” The voice behind the curtain grew more serious.

The Goblin, however, shook his head and said, “There’s nothing I can do. This decision was made by higher-ups. There’s still half a year left, Miss Yezabeth. Please consider your options carefully.”

With that, he stood up and left the room without waiting for a reply.

When the sound of the door closing echoed through the room,

the little Succubus hesitantly asked, “Demon Monarch Sister, there’s only six months left. What should we do?”

After a brief silence,

the Demon Monarch finally spoke softly, “Fifty years in this tiny place is far too dull. Perhaps it’s time to find a territory to truly live in.”

…

Hmph!

A cold snort echoed from above.

A dense swarm of Skeleton Giant Bats immediately parted to either side, creating a pathway.

A woman with Bat Wings swooped down, wielding a crimson and grotesque Giant Sword, cleaving it straight toward the Giant below.

Clang—

The clash of metal resounded.

The Blazing Blood God’s Servant raised his Giant Sword horizontally, barely blocking the overhead strike.

Two massive swords, one large and one small, erupted with blazing flames simultaneously.

A tremendous burst of energy surged, sending Rolana hurtling backward several meters. Midair, she pointed a finger, and the Skeleton Giant Bats immediately sealed off the path, crashing downward in droves.

The immense body of the Blazing Blood God’s Servant stumbled back three or four steps under the impact of the force before finally steadying himself.

But just as he found his footing, swarms of Skeleton Giant Bats lunged into his embrace.

BOOM BOOM BOOM—!

Brilliant fiery explosions erupted.

Meanwhile, the flock of Giant Bats in the air surged forward like an unrelenting torrent, crashing headlong into him.

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