Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1198: Chapter 794, How to become a Demigod

After saying this.

Domina’s entire body began to flush red, her four eyes full of shy embarrassment.

This made Fang Hao feel a bit awkward as well.

He glanced at the bath barrel and had the feeling that bathing together might affect the crystal’s efficacy.

Still, he said, “Take the crystal first, there’ll be time tonight.”

“Y-yes, my lord, that’s not what I meant.”

…

Eternal Night City, Blood Castle.

On a slender stone table carved with intricate designs, Rolana was dining with her mother.

Some species, or gods, did not need to eat to maintain their bodies’ nutrition, yet savoring fine food was still a delightful affair.

“Have you resolved the issues on your side?” Isabella, dressed in black formal attire, asked softly.

Rolana shook her head, “Not yet…”

Isabella glanced at her daughter with curiosity and continued, “Did you quarrel with your human friend and decide to come back?”

“Our relationship is fine; I just didn’t have much to do, so I came to see you.”

“So, are you saying your little boyfriend sent you to persuade me to help him against the Dragon Queen?”

To be honest, Isabella had been impressed by Fang Hao’s capabilities.

She hadn’t been aware that he had seized Mount Dragon Peak; what surprised her was that a mere transmigrator had managed to escape the Dragon Queen’s grasp.

Moreover, he was still scheming on how to fight back.

The Dragon Clan was no trivial matter—any race preparing to confront them would have to consider the consequences.

And yet, this transmigrator had managed to drag them into a prolonged war.

The name Fang Hao was already renowned across the world.

Furthermore, the status of transmigrators was steadily rising.

In response to her mother’s remark, Rolana showed little emotional reaction and calmly picked up a piece of meat, placed it in her mouth, chewed for a moment, and said, “She wants to ask you some questions?”

“Oh? About what?”

“Demigods.”

Isabella’s brows furrowed slightly, but then relaxed.

After thinking for a moment, she figured there were two possible motives for seeking her out.

One would be using this as an excuse to further convince her to help him fight the Dragon Queen.

But that was impossible; right now, all major powers were maintaining a superficial peace.

She would never go to war with the Dragon Clan for an outsider.

The second possibility was that he wanted to understand the weaknesses of demigods to find a way to defeat one.

If that were the case, it would be utterly laughable.

Becoming a demigod was no small feat—even if there were weaknesses, they weren’t the kind of thing an ordinary person could exploit.

“If you have time, go ahead and help him. To be honest, in the battle against the Dragon Clan, he hasn’t fallen into a disadvantage.”

Isabella smiled, glanced at her daughter, and nodded, “Then let him know. Tomorrow, we’ll meet at the Trade Alliance’s shop.”

“Alright!”

…

In the cold and quiet hall.

Fang Hao was holding the Book of Lords, searching for barracks building blueprints in the transmigrator shop.

After searching for quite a while, he didn’t uncover anything useful.

Footsteps echoed at that moment.

He turned to look and saw Domina approaching.

Her black insect armor once again wrapped around her skin, with glistening water droplets sliding along her graceful curves.

Except for the somewhat terrifying spider limbs at her back.

As she walked over slowly, she gave off the impression of Catwoman from Batman.

Especially with her body-hugging black armor that resembled a tight leather suit.

Domina stopped nearby and gave a slight bow, “My lord.”

[Queen of Fateweaver-Domina (Orange Six-Star Hero)]

Upon advancing past the purple stage, Domina had undergone multiple heroic trials, continuing to consume crystals, and reached the orange six-star stage.

Though she hadn’t reached the Dark Gold tier, the orange tier was already quite impressive.

It seemed that few other races had access to such rapid advancement methods as these arthropod units.

If they could continuously obtain such crystals, they might even produce a demigod someday.

Fang Hao smiled faintly and patted his thigh.

Domina’s face instantly turned red, her spider limbs stiffening slightly.

Lowering her head and lightly biting her lip, she cautiously walked over and sat on one side of his leg.

Their relationship had grown somewhat ambiguous a long time ago.

Domina had a bit of a submissive preference, and Fang Hao had been more than willing to indulge her interests.

He even applied knowledge he had learned from past movies to her.

After her loyalty reached 100 points, their physical interactions became more frequent, and Domina no longer resisted—on the contrary, she often hinted at it.

But… he felt a certain pressure.

*It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings for Domina; it was just that being intimate with a spider carried a certain mental burden.*

*Rabbits and foxes were one thing, but now—this spider.*

Domina sat on his lap as Fang Hao encircled her waist with one arm.

The insect armor covering her body gradually retreated from the area he touched, revealing smooth, tender skin.

Perhaps because she had just stepped out of the bath barrel, her back felt exceedingly soft and supple to the touch.

“My lord…” Domina’s gaze shifted away as she murmured gently.

Fang Hao expanded the scope of his caress as the insect armor seemed to come alive, following the movement of his hand.

Domina appeared somewhat bashful.

She could feel his warm breath brushing against her cheek and collarbone, causing her heart to flutter, yet her usual demeanor allowed her to feign composure.

The Nightstone radiated a soft glow.

Domina gingerly lifted her head, and for an instant, all six eyes met his.

“My lord, your hand can continue—it can even be a bit stronger.”

She leaned fully into his embrace, her soft voice punctuated by faint sighs.

The insect armor could no longer cling to her body, revealing alabaster shoulders and a sleek waistline.

Moments later, the outer garments were draped over the chair’s back, and their attire scattered across the floor.

Seated on the stone chair, Fang Hao beckoned to her. Domina struggled to maintain her composure as her skin continued to blush.

Her insect armor receded, and she sat astride him.

“Oof!”

Domina’s four eyes widened, letting out a pained whimper.

Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

Her spider limbs swooped forward and closed like iron clamps, encasing Fang Hao layer by layer.

This startled him, and, sensing her tense body, he softly reassured her, “Domina, it’s okay. Relax a bit—this is all part of the process!”

With his soothing words, her clamped spider limbs gradually released their hold.

Her body grew less tense.

Gradually, Domina’s eyes grew sultry; her face glistened with sweat, and she murmured, “Master, you can hit me…”

*Master?*

*She’s even bringing role-playing into this now?*

…

The next day.

Rainbow Pearl Island, Royal Palace.

The Sea King reclined lazily on his throne, staff in hand.

Below him, ministers were reporting on the progress of island repairs.

Since Fang Hao and his crew had left, the Sea Tribe had gradually returned to peace.

Sometimes the Sea King wished Fang Hao and his people would simply die out there; then the Sea Tribe could return to its former days of tranquility.

It would also save him the constant worry about their potential return.

He coughed lightly to clear his thoughts.

Just as he was about to speak, a radiant screen appeared in the middle of the hall.

Fang Hao emerged from it, accompanied by Anjia and Domina.

At the moment he saw Fang Hao, the Sea King trembled violently, almost toppling off his throne.

After shaking his head and confirming it wasn’t a hallucination, he quickly slithered down.

“My lord, you’ve returned!” the Sea King exclaimed respectfully.

Fang Hao surveyed his surroundings. Observing that a meeting was ongoing, he said, “Carry on with your meeting. I’m heading to the Temple.”

“Oh, yes, my lord,” the Sea King replied immediately.

Many ministers who hadn’t seen Fang Hao before were visibly stunned.

These were the ones who had seized the archipelago?

Just a few young people?

Fang Hao and his party departed the Royal Palace, and the meeting resumed.

However, the Sea King became notably more serious, meticulously overseeing subsequent plans for island restoration.

…

They left the Royal Palace and headed straight toward the temple district.

The witch named Loreille was still working inside the temple.

When she saw them approaching, she immediately bowed, “My lords.”

Fang Hao nodded, “Carry on. Don’t mind us.”

“Yes, my lord,” Loreille replied, stepping to the side but remaining close enough to observe discreetly.

While preaching faith to the Sea Tribe worshipers, she occasionally cast sidelong glances their way.

Fang Hao pulled out the statue’s staff and handed it to Anjia. “Go try it—place this on the statue.”

“How should I place it?” Anjia asked.

The statue was a fixed shape, without any apparent mechanism to hold an object. Did she need to pierce a hole in its hand?

“I don’t know either. Just give it a try,” Fang Hao instructed.

Anjia nodded and sprang onto the stone platform. As she brought the staff closer, a system notification popped up before Fang Hao’s eyes.

[Equip a tool for the divine statue?]

Yes!

Suddenly, a beam of light enveloped the statue.

[Item effect activated: +50% follower generation rate, Divine Authority of the Main God.]

The statue’s previously drooping arms shifted to a pose where its left arm bent slightly, gripping the staff.

Anjia’s eyes widened as she pointed at the statue and turned back to the other two.

She had the expression of someone incredulous, saying without words, “Did you see that? It changed!”

“Why does it look different now?” Anjia jumped down.

“Isn’t that obvious? I’m a god, pulling your leg here,” Fang Hao joked.

“Build me a statue too—I wanna be a god,” Anjia said, clutching his hand and playfully swinging it back and forth.

“When you become a demigod, I’ll make you one that’s grand and awe-inspiring.”

“Deal!”

The group didn’t return to the Royal Palace but instead headed in another direction.

Anjia asked, “Where are we headed now?”

“The Trade Alliance’s headquarters—to meet Rolana’s mother.”

…

Trade Alliance Headquarters.

Walking along the streets, Fang Hao could still hear people discussing him.

“I just came from the tavern—those transmigrators haven’t been killed by the Dragon Clan yet. I’m starting to think the dragons might be faking it!”

“The betting rooms at the shop didn’t win anything—everybody lost miserably.”

“I heard that kid escaped. Even the Dragon Queen couldn’t catch him.”

“That transmigrator is truly incredible.”

“The Dragon Clan lost face big time this time; they couldn’t even handle a lone transmigrator…”

As they walked past, nearly everyone was talking about the incident.

Dragons, transmigrators, complaints about gambling losses—it was all anyone seemed to discuss.

Fang Hao and the group lingered briefly to listen, but finding nothing noteworthy, they headed directly to the Blood Clan shop.

Upon entering, they were promptly escorted by a shop attendant to the third floor.

In a dimly lit room, they were greeted by Rolana and her mother, Isabella.

“Lady Isabella,” Fang Hao said with a slight bow.

Domina and Anjia followed suit, giving a courteous orc-style bow.

Since Isabella was not only a demigod but also Rolana’s mother, maintaining proper etiquette ensured smoother relations.

“Take a seat,” Isabella said.

The three settled into their chairs as attendants served tea and refreshments.

“I hear from my daughter you have some questions for me?” Isabella began bluntly.

Fang Hao maintained a polite smile and answered directly, “Yes, I wanted to ask: How can one become a demigod?”

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