The old wolfkin fell silent for a mont, then spoke gravely.
"Listen carefully, everyone. All of this happened because our wolfkin tribe chose to oppose humans!"
"By all rights, even if the humans wiped out every wolfkin among us, it wouldn’t have been unjust. But—"
His tone shifted, becoming heavier.
"Count Faustus has given us a chance to live. A place to stay, and even promised us sufficient supplies!"
"I earnestly plead with all of you: for the future of the wolfkin tribe, we must seize this rare opportunity and train the wolf riders diligently for the Count."
"And anyone who dares slack off... don’t bla for being harsh!"
After the old wolfkin spoke, the rest of the wolfkin fell into collective silence.
Indeed. In the world of beastfolk, facing hostile forces, total annihilation was not unusual.
But this Count had done the opposite—providing them with abundant resources for survival...
Even though they were destined to serve as slaves, at least they would not have to worry about basic survival!
One by one, the wolfkin nodded, shifting their mindset, and stepped into their new ho.
...
Lord’s Manor
Daniel sat in the main seat, listening to Roland’s report.
"Your Excellency, your comrcial operations in the nine major main cities have now been fully rolled out."
"The properties you purchased previously have now been half-leased, generating rental inco of approximately 8 million Gold Coins per month."
"The End Tis Trading Company stores have opened in all nine main cities, dealing in equipnt, potions, and materials. Their prices are 20% lower than NPC shops, and business is booming. Monthly profits are expected to exceed 50 million Gold Coins."
"Furthermore, the portals you built in the nine main cities now have a daily usage of over 20 million people, and your share inco is approximately 17 million Gold Coins per day."
Roland paused, looking at the ledger in his hands, his voice trembling.
"Summing it all up, your current stable monthly inco is roughly... 3 billion Gold Coins."
"Annual inco: approximately 30 billion Gold Coins."
He looked up at Daniel.
"Your Excellency, you are already one of the wealthiest lords in the entire empire."
Daniel nodded, expression calm.
30 billion Gold Coins?
Sounds impressive.
But opening the system panel and checking his total assets...
[Current Gold Coins: 10,247,836,000,000]
Over ten trillion!
Even the "small change" exceeded this sum.
He spoke lightly.
"Allocate 500 billion Gold Coins to Polaris City first."
"Fully advance city construction, comrcial developnt, and military buildup."
"I will make Polaris City the most prosperous city in the northern border of the empire!"
The ledger nearly slipped from Roland’s hands.
Five... five hundred billion?!
He had been a governor for many years and had seen many wealthy lords—but never soone this rich!
He drew a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and nodded solemnly.
"As you command, Your Excellency!"
...
At that mont, a system notification rang out.
[Ding! Your "Doomgreen Forest Purge Operation" has new progress]
[Total goblins killed: 12,847,326]
[rit Points Earned: 23,854,197]
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
12 million goblins?
And this was just a few days?
He opened the event backend to check the details.
[Current participating players: 532,847,196]
[Highest single-player kill: 2,847 (player "Sunborn")]
[Most active period: 8–11 PM daily]
[Most popular regions: Eastern and southern edges of Doomgreen Forest]
A slight smile curved Daniel’s lips.
This was the strength of the masses!
No matter how strong he was, how many goblins could he kill alone in a day?
Ten thousand? A hundred thousand?
But with the players participating, tens of millions of goblins could be killed in a single day!
And the players were enthusiastic—they could farm rit points, get equipnt, and level up. Why wouldn’t they?
Daniel only needed to post the task, set the reward share, and sit back to collect both money and rit points.
Multi-win! Perfect!
"The strength of the masses... truly the greatest."
He murmured to himself, a small smile in his eyes.
Future events like this should be run often.
Exploit—or rather, wisely leverage—the players’ strength.
Everyone profits together. Brilliant!
...
anwhile, Doomgreen Forest.
A seven-person squad moved through the woods.
At their head was a burly greatsword warrior, carrying a golden-glimring greatsword.
[Sunborn · LV52 · Greatsword Warrior]
"Captain, where are we farming today?"
A player dressed as an assassin leaned closer.
Sunborn opened the map and pointed at a marked location.
"There’s a goblin settlent ahead. I discovered it yesterday."
"About 200 goblins, with a level 50 leader."
"We’re seven. If we coordinate properly, we can take them all down."
The others’ eyes lit up.
"Two hundred! That’s a ton of rit points!"
"Let’s go! Move out!"
...
Ten minutes later, the seven crouched in the grass, observing the settlent.
It was a small goblin village, with dozens of crude huts made of wood and hides.
Over 200 goblins moved between the huts—so cooking, so sharpening weapons, so fighting and roughhousing.
In the center, a slightly larger goblin sat on a rock, gnawing on a bloody bone.
[Goblin Leader · LV42 · Silver-grade]
Sunborn studied them carefully, then quietly assigned roles.
"Tank, draw aggro and keep them contained."
"Mages and archers, focus on small goblins first, then all fire on the leader."
"Healers, watch the tank’s HP."
"Assassin, flank and look for a chance to strike the leader."
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
...
The battle began.
The tank charged first, shield smashing the nearest goblin’s face.
"Argh—!"
The goblin scread. Scores turned their heads.
"Humans! Kill them!"
They charged.
The tank backed up a few steps, bracing with the shield.
The mage raised a hand, a rain of fire covering the horde.
The archer fired rapidly, one arrow per goblin.
The assassin circled behind, plunging a dagger into the leader’s back.
"Argh—!"
The leader flew into a rage, swinging a bone club at the assassin.
The assassin barely dodged, rolling back and creating distance.
At the critical mont, the tank rushed forward and slashed the leader’s leg.
"Green-skin scum, your opponent is !"
"Damned humans, die!"
...
The battle lasted half an hour.
The seven coordinated perfectly, gradually compressing the goblins’ activity space.
Small goblins fell in waves.
The leader’s HP slowly declined.
Finally, Sunborn brought his greatsword down on the leader’s head.
The fight was over.
[Ding! You killed goblins ×237, Goblin Leader ×1]
[rit Points 1,247]
[Equipnt Obtained: Bronze-grade ×23, Iron-grade ×5, Silver-grade ×1]
Sunborn wiped the blood from his face and grinned.
"Good job, everyone!"
"This run paid off big ti!"
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