Global Lords: The Undead's Mobile Fortress

The officers of the City Defense Army glanced at each other before lowering their heads in silence. They couldn’t understand why the City Lord had suddenly flown into a rage, but they knew it was best not to provoke him right now.

White Hair Pulan turned to see the officers of the City Defense Army standing around with vacant expressions, and he grew even more infuriated. He roared again, "What are you all doing just standing there like idiots? Did you not hear me? Get to work!"

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

At his roar, the officers of the City Defense Army scurried away faster than rabbits.

After everyone had been driven out, an attendant closed the door from the outside, leaving White Hair Pulan alone in the room. He still maintained a fuming facade, but his eyes scanned the surroundings. With his hands clasped behind his back, he ambled back to his desk and sank comfortably into the chair. In an instant, his furious expression vanished, replaced by a broad smile.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha..."

His laughter grew louder and louder until he was practically overcome with glee.

’This is perfect. I’m about to strike it rich.’

’The Undead... they’re a true blessing in disguise. Whether or not I can climb higher all depends on them now.’

The arrival of over 5,000 Demonized Creatures from other cities had given a huge boost to Komeilan City’s economy. With the Commoners’ lives improving, they were naturally deeply grateful to him, their City Lord. He had even sent people to discreetly check, and sure enough, the Commoners’ approval of him had skyrocketed.

’This is fantastic.’

The Underworld wasn’t like the Earth World. The Demonized Creatures who lived here were warlike and worshiped a so-called "freedom." It wasn’t enough to be a City Lord to make them listen to you; you had to give them benefits for them to obey.

And what was the fate of a City Lord who couldn’t secure the support of the Commoners? It wasn’t merely being overthrown—it was losing your own life.

The history of the Underground City was rife with examples of those who were overthrown and ultimately killed by the Commoners for failing to manage public relations.

’To gain authority in the Underworld, you need enough Power, and enough men at your disposal. If you want to attack other cities, you need Warriors, right? The City Defense Army alone is definitely not enough. You have to rely on the Commoners at the bottom of the ladder!’

How to win the support of the Commoners was a constant concern for every City Lord in the Underground City.

Clearly, he had played his cards right this time. At the very least, he had secured the support of the Commoners in Komeilan City.

’Of course, I can’t just show my glee in front of outsiders. After all, thousands of people just died. For me to be overjoyed would be like adding fuel to the fire. In the eyes of those lowly Commoners, it would look like a petty villain gloating over his success. I have to take the moral high ground. I must make people believe that I, their City Lord, care deeply for the Commoners. That’s how I’ll gain even more support.’

’Yes, no matter how much I want to laugh, I have to hold it in.’

’And then there are the people from the other Underground Cities. When they hear of my "anger," their goodwill towards me might increase. It would be like getting a foothold in their territories. No matter how the fight against the Undead turns out, it’s a win for me.’

’Who’s really behind the Undead? I wonder if I could arrange a meeting... This could be a great business opportunity. We could accomplish great things if we worked together.’

White Hair Pulan pondered this, but he had noticed that the Undead he’d seen so far lacked any real intelligence. He hadn’t seen any of their commanders, either—they were basically all Warriors. Even if he wanted to negotiate with them, he had no way to even start.

’As for the Undead, I’ll just have to play it by ear. My desire to contact them must remain a secret, buried deep in my heart. Hmm, for now, it’s better to focus on how to lure people from other Underground Cities here to hunt the Undead.’

’The news must not only get out, it must spread as far and wide as possible. The more people who come, the better.’

"The City Lord really takes the people to heart. Look how furious he is about the casualties caused by the Undead."

"Yeah, what other City Lord could be as good as ours?"

"We support the City Lord!"

The news that White Hair Pulan had flown into a rage was not kept secret. It was quickly spread by the officers of the City Defense Army, causing his reputation among the residents of Komeilan City to rise even higher.

Meanwhile, through deliberate orchestration, news of the Undead was also rapidly disseminated.