Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start



The underground world appeared to be a mystery-filled dimension.

Gold everywhere, majestic dungeons, black dragon's treasure, spiders, venomous snakes, and traps everywhere. The people on the surface would imagine these creatures and attributes to exist in the underground world.

The underground creatures also had countless unrealistic fantasies about the surface.

And this fantasy had inadvertently shone into reality a few months ago.

A powerful lord of the surface had entered the underground world.

Then, the Human Overlord from the surface created a legend where the gray-colored dwarves offered a reward of ten million units worth of food.

And this was only two months. The lord of the surface had ended the conflict between the gray-colored dwarves and the barbarians of Bloodhoof City's dungeon with absolute power in just two short months.

The Human Overlord ruthlessly trampled the Dwarf Chieftain.

The surface Human Overlord became the true ruler of the underground world.

As the Bloodhoof City began to conquer the entire underground world and took control of all the land, everyone felt sincere reverence for the Human Overlord of the surface.

The Human Overlord's reputation rose to the peak.

Richard.

The name would be comparable to a god in the eyes of several dungeon creatures. Several people even thought that this person was the incarnation of a god.

All sorts of things happened in the underground world afterward. And that reinforced the already prestigious reputation.

The Bloodhoof City ordered everyone not to fight each other after Bloodhoof City razed the underground world.

The land of the central plains, which had never been free from war since its birth, had welcomed an unprecedented peace.

Other powerful tribes ceased to bully some weaker tribes for months already. They did not encounter any danger of survival.

More importantly, the Human Overlord of the Surface had also issued an order that all races could produce weapons and sell them to the Bloodhoof City in exchange for food.

God of dungeons above, what kind of benevolent policy was this!!

That was food, food that could save lives!!

A myriad of starving dungeon races finally experienced the feeling of being full for the first time. They no longer have to send their elders out to the wilderness to die in search of food.

According to Maslow's needs theory, physiological and safety were the lowest level of needs.

They were the basic needs and easiest to satisfy and make people happy.

Richard's reputation in the underworld soared again when he resolved two issues.

The Tuks, the Blackfeather Tribe that lived in the Scarred Hills, were no exception. They highly respected the Human Overlord from the surface.

Creatures from various planes knew the Scarred Hills as a crack-filled hill.

The grounds endured multifarious cracks of different sizes, and the terrain was crisscrossed. Cracks shrouded the hillock. This hill was incredibly suitable for hiding.

In addition, this land was made entirely of rocks and dry soil. It could not produce food except for a few counts of moss in the dark. So no powerful races stationed here.

That also allowed the weak Tuks to survive.

The Blackfeather Tribe was a group of humanoid lifeforms with black feathers all over their bodies. Their average height was only 1.7 meters.

The average level was 5. The mightiest tribe leader was only a level 7 hero with a potential D-rank.

Any powerful race could oppress them at will unless they leave the Scarred Hills.

Any dark race could have destroyed this long ago if not for their high fertility rate and sensitive perception.

However, the surviving Tuks were not much better off. The favorable policies of the surface could not affect their status. 

That was because the Tuks weren't good at forging weapons.

Therefore, their food was still scarce while the other tribes enjoyed a stable and prosperous life. Elderly members would need to enter the wilderness in pursuit of food every month.

As a member of the Blackfeather Tribe, Jake was a level 5 Blackfeather swordsman.

He had left the tribe for a month and a half.

There was a shortage of food before he left. So he had to venture into the wilderness to find food.

Unexpectedly, he encountered the Bloodhoof City troop along the way. The sudden invasion forced him to hide. He only dared to return following a safety call and assurance a few days ago.

Jake was very excited when he entered the familiar Scarred Hills.

Primarily, it was because he returned home alive and had accidentally barged into a fog-shrouded muddy swamp.

He found a land shrouded with a multitude of edible mushrooms. That was enough to feed all the Tuks for three months!

That was an astonishing discovery of resources!

He was proud of his return as a hero.

Presumably, the Tuks saw him and would want to wear the iron medal!

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

His figure was vigorous as he flew quickly across the cracked ground.

He stepped into the territory of the Blackfeather Tribe, and he suddenly heard a crisp sound.

'Clang! Clang! Clang!'

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire Scarred Hills.

Jake stood at the top of the hill and looked down. He immediately saw a myriad of Tuks collecting moss in the cracks of the rocks. They climbed out and quickly headed toward the sound.

Jake was sparingly puzzled. That was the bell that summoned everyone for a meeting. 

"Did something happen?"

However, the excited expressions on the faces of the people made him suspect something ugly happened to the tribe.

It was like the rarely-banged bell had rang frequently recently, so no one was flustered.

Confused, he immediately followed his fellow Tuks.

Before long, Jake followed the Blackfeather Tuk into a dry and cracked valley.