Chapter 1.

The Lord of All.

In the depths of a pitch black cave, the heavy panting of wild beasts occasionally echoed.

In the clearing before the cave, several farmers armed with stone axes and picks were being prodded forward by their lord.

Crack.

The lord raised his whip and struck on the farmers fiercely.

The whip woven from vine branches was lined with tiny barbs.

And with one lash, a ghastly crimson mark appeared across the farmer's back.

H.

Funho gasped in shock.

The searing pain jolted him into awareness.

He spun around to see a man wielding a whip, casting a sinister glare in his direction.

Get inside quickly.

If you don't retrieve the treasure chest, it'll flay your skin off.

The man shouted, cracking the whip again in the air.

Before Fong How could react, a prompt sounded in his ear.

Welcome to the lord of all game.

Recruit farmers.

Gather resources.

Train soldiers.

Expand your territory.

Utilize everything at your disposal to survive.

Your territory is your sanctuary developing.

It will greatly enhance your chances of survival.

Please treat your recruited farmers and soldiers well.

If their loyalty waines, they may resort to negligence or defection.

If you encounter fellow beings, congratulations.

You've caught a fat pig.

Of course, if you're outmatched, you are the pig.

Newbie protection countdown.

6 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes.

During this period, your territory will not be attacked.

For more functions, please refer to the Lord's book.

Lastly, good luck.

Upon attentively listening to the prompts, Fonga's expression changed drastically.

While he could accept the notion of transmigration, his current predicament seemed far from promising.

Dressed like a peasant, the sinister man behind him appeared more like a lord with a brown leather book hanging from his waist, presumably the lord's book mentioned in the prompt.

Im doomed him just cannon fodder.

Fongghao cursed his misfortune inwardly.

The five villagers trudged onward.

Nearby a farmer face contorted with despair pleaded loudly.

My lord, we are merely ordinary farmers.

We cannot steal the treasure chest.

Yet such pleas from the Lord.

Enough chatter.

Get moving.

The man cursed, his expression betraying impatience and cruelty.

With no alternative, the five villagers continued forward.

Throughout the ordeal, Fong Hao remained silent and did not look back.

It was evident that this lord was using the farmers as scouts.

If fortunate, he would gain resources, thus solidifying his early advantage.

At worst, sacrificing these farmers would have no detrimental effect on him.

The five moved step by step until they finally enter the cave.

As they ventured deeper, the cave grew increasingly dim.

The sounds of the beasts panting became more pronounced.

Fear gripped the farmers.

Some began to tremble, clutching the walls to barely move forward.

Slowly, they dragged their feet until they arrived at the depths of the cave where they beheld its Mura colossal brown tiger adorned with black stripes far larger than any tiger fong how I'd had ever seen on television.

I could tee that moment.

The tiger's crimson eyes were fixed intently upon them, radiating malice and resentment.

The tiger were doomed.

The farmers felt a sudden tightening in their chests.

With their meager combat prowess, they stood no chance against a fully grown tiger.

"It is injured," Fonggha whispered.

The cave was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of blood.

Upon closer inspection, they could see that the tiger bore severe wounds with dark red blood pooling beneath its abdomen.

"WWE should move along the wall, grab the treasure, and leave," one of them suggested softly.

If they did not retrieve the treasure, it was clear that the Lord would not relent.

They had no choice but to suppress their fear and cautiously maneuver around the tiger toward the chest.

They silently prayed that the tiger, due to its injuries, would not pay them any heat.

The group inched along the wall.

The tiger's gaze remained fixed upon them, subtly shifting as they moved.

Upon realizing that these humans intended to circumvent it and make for the treasure, it let out a furious roar and lunged at Fong Hao and the others, dragging its bloody and disembowled body behind.

We must fight, kill it, or we shall all perish.

Fongghao shouted, swinging his stone ax.

In that moment, the cave echoed with the tiger's enraged roars and the villager screams.

Minutes later, Fong Ho emerged, his body drenched in blood and beckoned a man standing in the distance.

As the creature within been slain, the man called out, "Fonha nodded.

" A look of uncontainable joy suddenly spread across the man's face.

"Wonderful, wonderful," he muttered as he hurried toward the cave.

Upon entering and seeing the slain tiger alongside the four villagers bodies, he did not pause for a moment and ventured further inside.

When he laid eyes on the wooden chest, a flicker of confusion crossed his features.

Wise already opened.

At that instant, a chilling sense of danger surged from behind.

A sound akin to chopping would resonated through the air.

A stone axe came crashing down on his neck from behind.

Though the ax blade, crafted from stone was not particularly sharp, it nonetheless tore through flesh, cleaving deeply into his neckbone.

You, the man, gassed his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

How could this be? The farmers sent by the system were attacking him.

Why was this happening? Fonghowo swung the axe again.

Blood splattered as a head rolled away, tumbling to the side.

As a farmer, you have slain the territory lord, gaining 500 evil points.

Funhow exhaled heavily, bending to retrieve a book from the man's waist.

The cover was made of brown leather embossed with intricate golden patterns.

At its center were the bold words, "The Lord's book.

" Upon touching the Lord's book, another prompt appeared.

Detected initial data error in the Lord.

Data correction initiated.

Compensation granted a 100fold increase.

Detected Lord's evil points.