Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 181: Chapter 105: A Surprising Harvest, Self-Submitting Undead, Desolate Tomb!

“It’s best to build it underground, with the Vine Fairy assisting.”

Lear spoke whatever came to his mind without much structure, and Bain diligently absorbed it.

Weilu City was scrappy from the start, had nothing, and building it from scratch was a colossal project.

The previous system was very rough, more of a draft, and now it needs gradual refinement.

After another round of discussion, Bain fully understood Lear’s ideas and eagerly prepared to execute them.

Then Lear thought for a moment and decided to award the residents who bred the Dragon Blood Red Fish with a 1 Star Merit Medal for recognition.

Setting them as role models.

Star Merit Medal thus set a tone—those who make outstanding contributions to the territory can be awarded.

The Dragon Blood Red Fish is invaluable, not only for permanently enhancing strength but also as a superb delicacy.

Once successfully bred, it signifies the territory possesses an important specialty resource.

Rich in symbolic meaning.

After giving these instructions, Bain couldn’t wait to get busy, while Lear continued to enjoy his hot tea.

As the master of this territory, he only needed to control the big picture and manage progress while leaving specific tasks to others.

If he had to do everything personally, it would only indicate the administrative system of the territory is very poor.

By evening, the busy residents returned one after another, and the territory gradually became lively again.

Another day passed peacefully.

On the other hand, good news came that the Crimson Queen Bee continuously supplies energy from the Abyss Duke’s flesh.

It had already reproduced twenty thousand Crimson Wasps.

By tomorrow at most, the sacrificed swarm can be fully reproduced.

This is quite reassuring.

In future battles, the swarm can be used more boldly.

Later, we can also ask the Ancient Goblin God what other uses the Abyss Duke’s flesh has.

At night, after the Swamp Boggart finished teaching the residents, it didn’t perform drama but started rehearsing a new program.

This was Lear’s suggestion, and this play primarily depicts a newly joined resident of Weilu City who is unaware of everything in the territory, harboring various doubts and confusion.

Even raising questions.

Then, through a series of coincidences, becomes a Warrior of the territory, begins training, and meets a beautiful girl during this process.

As their feelings warm up, a sudden crisis hits, and a powerful enemy launches an attack on the territory.

To protect the territory and loved ones, one can only go out to fight.

Through a series of battles and injuries, witnessing the sacrifice of companions, he finally understands the preciousness of the territory, the greatness of the Lord, and begins to change.

Desperately fighting for the territory, repeatedly earning merits, and receiving a promotion.

Eventually becoming an officer of an army and marrying the girl he loves.

A perfect ending.

This drama, though simple and conceived by Lear, is more immersive than Romeo and Juliet, or Hamlet.

These are tales that happen around us.

Moreover, it can be combined with previous battles in the territory for performance, letting everyone know the hardships within.

It can greatly unite people’s hearts.

The Swamp Boggart is a born actress, and upon receiving the rough plot, instantly began adding details.

This is truly her expertise.

The Swamp Boggart doesn’t need rest, continuing to rehearse under the night sky.

The territory gradually transitioned from lively to quiet.

In the end, only the Vine Fairy continued to glow, nurturing the vines and constructing buildings.

Lear stood by the window, overlooking the territory, gazing at this land, gradually showcasing its prosperity over the course of a month, filled with a sense of achievement.

All of this was built from nothing.

Furthermore, this territory is his private estate, where he is the sole Sovereign.

His will can decide the fate of everyone.

The feeling is quite marvelous.

He enjoyed the moonlight and the view, not rushing to sleep.

At dawn, it would be the 15th, the time for the Intelligence System to refresh.

Even though previous intelligence held little value, each refresh felt like scratching a lottery ticket, filling him with anticipation.

At 10 o’clock, Lear suddenly felt a unique aura appear in his mind.

It seemed something had formed a fleeting connection with him.

He suddenly turned his head towards a direction.

Land of Crimson Rot?!

He furrowed his brow slightly.

Why does it feel like there’s suddenly an aura inside that treasure?

But it doesn’t carry hostility, rather it’s quite… friendly?

In the midst of confusion, he decided not to wait inside.

He went out, taking the Flesh Butcher and Corrupt Naga straight to the Land of Crimson Rot.

The night lacked the daytime heat, and the air carried a slight chill.

Treading on the damp muddy ground, he quickly reached the pig farm.

Standing in front of the spread-out Land of Crimson Rot, Lear immediately saw a bizarre scene.

The Crimson Queen Bee was hovering in the air, upset, surrounded by a swarm, and they were angrily staring at the ground.

Following their gaze, at the center of the Land of Crimson Rot, appeared a mound of wild grass, resembling a circular, unmanaged tomb in the Wilderness.

The mound rose three to four meters high, with a diameter exceeding ten meters.

Above that peculiar tomb, floated over a hundred semi-transparent, slightly bluish spectral beings holding scythes—spectral guardians.

What is this?!

Lear’s eyes widened.

Isn’t this the Desolate Tomb discovered during the exploration towards the east?

Those spectral beings are the deserted tomb guards.

After death, they can resurrect again.

Back then, intimidated by their resurrection ability, they didn’t dare to act recklessly.