As a streak of gray-white energy flashed, a skeleton tore through the Goblin’s corpse and crawled out.
This skeleton was completely different from before.
It was not only taller and its bones glossier, but it even held weapons in its hands.
A Bone Shield and a Bone Longsword.
Qin Lin didn’t want to eat Goblin meat.
She tossed aside the corpse and led the skeletons away from the scene.
Goblins were generally social creatures.
Being able to kill a lone one was already very lucky.
She didn’t want to face a group of Goblins head-on.
Her current strength was still too weak.
Moreover, the level of that Goblin had reached Level 3, which meant there might be beings above Level 5 among the group.
In this world, such races existed in tribal forms.
After all, they were low-intelligence creatures; only high-intelligence beings would establish city-states.
Of course, the current Lord’s Ten Thousand Islands didn’t have such things.
—
On the other side, within the territory, Qin Lin saw a skeleton walking toward him.
He knew the Incarnation had come to deliver something good again.
He had just received a message notification.
[Goblin Origin: 5%]
The Incarnation must have killed the Goblin, and the appearance of this thing meant he could also transform his own avatar into a Goblin Lord.
Of course, that wasn’t the important part.
What mattered was that he now knew how to convert his Incarnation.
“Five gold coins, a wooden stick?”
He took the item in his hand with some confusion, but the skeleton couldn’t explain and simply turned to leave.
[Weapon Name: Wooden Stick]
[Rank: Tier 3]
[Effect: A wooden stick crafted using Goblin special techniques, more durable than ordinary sticks, increases blunt damage.]
Good, good, good.
If this wasn’t a Tier 3 weapon, Qin Lin would have called it trash.
What use was this thing?
Arming farmers?
He shook his head.
With skeletons now, there was little meaning in training farmers into soldiers.
That just left selling it, hoping the Tier 3 tag would fetch a good price.
But when Qin Lin opened the trading post, he was stunned.
It was packed with items.
By now, it was afternoon, and any Lord who wasn’t an idiot could have developed a low-level village.
And the difference brought by unit types directly caused some Lords to lose from the starting line.
Because the initial levels of units were actually different!
If one had to categorize units into three, six, or nine tiers, Qin Lin’s farmers had no initial level at all—completely ordinary, insignificant.
Tier 3 units started at Level 1.
By that logic, Tier 1 units started at Level 3!
Tier 1 units were also called top-tier units, with very few Lords owning them, but they would surely become dominant in the future.
What was a top-tier unit?
It must be something capable of fighting across ranks!
Of course, the end-point of unit classification wasn’t defined; it was the Lords’ own designation.
At the top of the trading post, a Tier 5 weapon was being sold for a whopping 300 gold coins!
“Qin Hang.”
He murmured, silently remembering the other party’s name.
There were no Tier 4 equipments, but there were quite a few Tier 3, and all looked far stronger than the “trash” in Qin Lin’s hand.
As for pricing, it also varied, ranging from 25 to 50 gold coins.
Looking at the wooden stick in his hand, he could only helplessly set the price to the lowest.
This was the gap caused by unit types in the early stages, which dealt a heavy blow to Qin Lin.
But he firmly believed that before the newbie protection period ended, he could catch up to this gap.
Very soon, the sound of gold coins arriving was heard.
The vast majority of Lords were ordinary people; their unit’s initial level was only 1, and a cheap Tier 3 equipment was very useful to them, so they would naturally buy without hesitation.
Adding in the five gold coins from earlier, Qin Lin now had thirty coins in his hand.
He decisively summoned units.
Fifty farmers.
He refused to believe his resource-gathering speed couldn’t outpace other Lords.
If he couldn’t surpass them in level, he’d at least outstrip them in territory!
“Greetings, Lord!”
Thirty farmers outside the door shouted in unison.
“Get up. It’s almost dark. Hurry and go gather resources.”
Qin Lin waved his hand, sending them all off at once.
Fortunately, the Incarnation was responsible for clearing out weak creatures around the territory, giving these powerless farmers a safe opportunity to grow.
Time passed quickly, and night soon arrived.
All fifty farmers had returned; night wasn’t their working time, and since they were human, they also needed rest.
[Night falls.
The world grows silent.
Now is the time for nocturnal creatures to roam.]
[Reminder: Nocturnal creatures are relatively stronger.
Lords are advised to act within their limits.]
Before long, the Undead Incarnation also returned with her skeletons.
As soon as she entered the territory, she started complaining.
“No good.
The weakest of those creatures was Level 5.
With just these Level 3s of mine, there’s no way to win.”
Qin Lin looked up.
He realized his skeletons now outnumbered the farmers—over fifty, with several Level 3s among them.
This battle power didn’t seem much worse than some top-tier Lords?
The Undead Incarnation came to Qin Lin, sat down beside him, and grabbed some roasted meat from the campfire.
She began to eat.
“Wait, undead eat too?”
“I want to eat.
Mind your own business.”
She answered, chewing with her head turned.
Within the territory, all the materials gathered that afternoon had been used to upgrade basic facilities, but there was still plenty left.
There were seven Level 2 houses, enough for the farmers, and the warehouse had been upgraded to Level 2.
Now, only the Lord’s Hall remained for an upgrade.
Qin Lin estimated that by noon tomorrow, he’d be able to upgrade to a mid-level village.
At that moment, the two thought of something simultaneously, their eyes meeting.
They didn’t even need words to understand each other.
“No, the undead are too low in intelligence.
They can’t handle gathering tasks.”
The Incarnation suddenly explained.
“Stupid. Just have them chop down trees, and let the farmers gather tomorrow.”
Qin Lin shot her a look.
“Oh, worthy of being me. So smart!”
The Incarnation slapped her forehead at his words.
“And anyway, you’re the stupid one.”
“You’re me, I’m not you?”
Qin Lin replied with a strange expression.
“But I’m a girl. You have to give in to me, or I’ll accuse you of gender discrimination.”
“You’re pulling that on me now?”
—
Since farmers couldn’t gather at night, let the undead take over.
After all, they had infinite stamina and couldn’t die.
Who wouldn’t like a worker who could labor for free twenty-four hours a day?