Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 481: Era of Great Transformation

Chapter 481: Chapter 481: Era of Great Transformation

"Gu Du, why the rush?" On the road, a young man called out to another young man.

Gu Du immediately replied, "Of course, I’m off to the Adventurers’ Guild. I’m planning to become an adventurer and then learn a bit; that way, there’s a chance to achieve great things, maybe even become an Honorary Citizen someday."

"Ptah, Honorary Citizen my foot, it’s clearly just being a noble without the noble title and territory."

Gu Du responded discontentedly, "How can you say that? Who says there’s no territory? Aren’t there Lords? And the territories are huge, even bigger than the old Kingdom." This was something all the people could see.

"Yes, they are huge, but there are only a few Lords. Without significant merit, it’s simply impossible to obtain such territories. And these territories aren’t distributed among the subordinates; only the proxy lords manage them, and they aren’t even Great Lords."

"You’re not right about that. Isn’t a proxy still a Lord? I’ve heard their powers are much greater than the Lords of old, and the treatment under them isn’t bad either."

"Alright, enough talk; I need to go and get my training started as quickly as possible."

An old man beside them chimed in, "You’re spot on; young people should have such courage. If I weren’t so old, I’d have joined the army myself."

"You join the army? To be cannon fodder on the battlefield? The powerful ones are those Undead."

The old man looked disdainful. "I despise people like you the most. By your looks, you were a noble, right? Always complaining about everything; now that you’ve been given a chance, you don’t take it and mock others instead."

The old man continued, "An old friend’s grandson of mine joined the army and performed well on the battlefield. He is now an Honorary First-class citizen, with treatment no less than yours once was."

"What, First-class citizens? Really?"

The set of rules had only just been implemented, but everyone was quick to accept them.

After all, it bore similarity to the treatment nobles received before, just without the territory. But aside from territory, other conveniences were more plentiful. It could be said that as long as one was willing to work hard, one could easily make a big fortune.

And because no one had armed forces, with the only somewhat armed proxy lords strictly restricted by the rules, it was as if everyone had military power; nobody could infringe on their interests.

If problems did arise, weren’t there specific people in charge of management?

The occasional rebellion or banditry wasn’t an issue; if they came out of hiding, they would definitely be dealt with harshly.

The majority of wealth could be securely placed in the Material Trading House for safekeeping, ensuring safety and even earning interest.

Although most people still didn’t quite trust it, a few who had tried were already convinced.

On this piece of land, Fang Jie’s credibility was very high.

The once-noble youngster began to ponder when he had started to be so resentful. It seemed to have begun after the Kingdom fell and his father lost his noble status.

But if he thought about it, had anything actually changed at home?

It seemed not. The Great Lord had stripped them of their noble titles but not their assets. Legitimate wealth was still preserved.

His family hadn’t suffered any losses, and his life hadn’t changed.

But why had he become like this? Yes, because he was now on equal footing with the commoners, discontent filled his heart.

Moreover, the commoners now had channels for advancement; they had opportunities to surpass him, making him, who had once looked down on them, now look up to them. As for his status, he was merely a commoner just like them.

People were right; why should he be resentful? The path was open to everyone; if others were willing to strive and toil, then what was wrong with them gaining status?

On the contrary, born a noble, he had received far superior education than these people. His own strength wasn’t something they could compare to.

But what was he doing? If he continued like this, he would remain a mere commoner.

And with the opening of training and schools, even in knowledge and personal strength, he would gradually lose his edge.

"No, this baseless arrogance has to be discarded; I must make a change." Even as someone of noble birth, he, too, had to seek a change.

He heard that the cultivation methods taught in those schools were better than the ones passed down in his family lineage.

Even some of the knowledge they taught was unheard of to him before. Friends had mentioned it, but he had disregarded it. If this continued, the gap between them would only widen.

Did he want to become an old man, forever resentful and regretful?

Thinking of his fellow nobles, looking at what they had become, he refused to end up like them; he had to fight as his ancestors did.

"If my ancestors could strive and become nobles, then I can too."

The tide of substantial change finally inspired some ambitious individuals to start making an effort, which then spurred many more to do the same.

Others fell into decline, merely resentful and complaining. Years later, the gap between those who had strived and those who had not would be vast, with the latter only able to regret their lack of effort to surpass the former.

Under Fang Jie’s push, the rules of the entire territory were radically changing, slowly building a new mainstream trend.

Once the trend took hold, anyone refusing to change would be utterly crushed by it.

As more and more people saw this, they naturally joined in, following along to further refine these systems. Many issues would arise, but they would be consolidated and addressed.

After all, it was a trial run, and on a massive scale; Fang Jie was willing to tolerate mistakes.

But for those who deliberately caused trouble, Fang Jie would show no mercy; his own soldiers could use the practice.

As the specific rules were implemented, rebellions sprang up all over, becoming more numerous. They seemed formidable, but in reality, they grew increasingly powerless.

In the beginning, Fang Jie had to deploy his Skeleton Army to assist, but eventually, natives trained their own soldiers who could stand against them, becoming more and more at ease.

After over two months, these locally trained soldiers, combined with the forces of the proxy lords, found it very easy to handle the rebels and brigands; the training exercises were almost becoming ineffective.

With the public sentiment stabilized and the overall environment getting steadier, nobody wanted to follow a doomed path. These efforts without a source would only weaken continually.