Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 640: What Kind of Luck is This?

Chapter 640: Chapter 640: What Kind of Luck is This?

Fang Jie had never expected that within such a vast Alliance, the status of Chinese Lords would be at the very bottom. They were not only enslaved but also subjected to arbitrary bullying.

Thus, after he had fought his way over, these Chinese Lords defected to his side at the first opportunity.

Especially when they learned that he was also of Chinese descent, their enthusiasm was fervent.

It didn’t take long for Fang Jie to learn about the specific situation of this Plane from these individuals.

"What kind of luck is this, it’s truly unimaginable." The task of summarizing the information wasn’t for Fang Jie to handle, as naturally, someone would organize it for him. The opening was about their initial arrival in this world.

Unlike them, these people came from two major cities. When Earth shattered, the fragments varied in size.

The piece Fang Jie was on was extremely small, nearly reduced to tiny chunks.

But this Plane was different; it received the fall of two large chunks. One from a country on the opposite side of Earth, and one from the same country as Fang Jie, with both fragments being from major cities.

As a result, the number of Earth arrivals to this Plane reached a staggering over ten million.

Moreover, with such densely packed populations, a huge problem arose.

Uneven distribution of resources led to hostile relations among many people. And at that time, without the suppression of national public opinion, discriminatory attitudes gradually erupted.

Several groups formed, causing initial chaos in this Plane.

But their luck was also good because the overall strength of this Plane was not very strong, and the resources were exceedingly rich. Even with so many people, some gradually began to develop.

This included Bill, the current King of the United Empire.

From the local situation, Fang Jie also learned that Bill’s greatest talent was the innate ability of his territory.

This talent was particularly unique, able to bring out the full potential of any equipment with a 100 percent chance. The effects of equipment, even if the probability was as low as one percent or even one-tenth of a percent, could be perfectly utilized.

The rarer the probability, the more terrifying the effects when brought into play.

This allowed Bill to become invincible with his first piece of large-scale equipment.

Fang Jie also had some chance-based equipment, but he never liked to gamble on probability; he appreciated stability. Hence, he either gave these pieces of equipment to others or left them gathering dust in storage.

It was unexpected that someone could possess such a special talent.

When put to good use, this talent could be even more dreadful than his own if luck was on one’s side.

Bill allied with the white Lords and made an enemy of the Chinese Lords.

Through external pressure, they united themselves, while the Chinese Lords, facing a formidable enemy, banded together spontaneously. Their numbers were greater, and they inherently held more strength.

However, at this time, the outsiders had finished their probing, and the natives started to attack them.

"There are traitors everywhere," Fang Jie shook his head.

Included in the information was the typical behavior of the traitors sabotaging their own people.

When the natives invaded, some people called for unity under the banner of righteousness to deal with foreigners first. The Chinese Lords appreciated this approach, as after all, they were all Earth people.

Unexpectedly, there were some who had defected to Bill.

After witnessing Bill’s strength, they voluntarily became traitors. During the conflict, most of these people fled. True experts at turning with the wind, they were undeniably adept at making a quick escape.

Due to their machinations, the Chinese Lords were continuously assigned dangerous missions. Amidst peril, not only did they fail to develop, but their numbers dwindled as they were constantly depleted.

By the time they realized the white people were growing stronger, their own strength had severely weakened.

After Bill struck them from behind, only a few Chinese Lords remained. Their territories were either destroyed or occupied, and those who were left became subjects of exploitation.

The Black Lords, who had initially been co-opted by the white people, also lost their value after this conflict.

Subsequently, their status plummeted sharply, yet the enslaved and discriminated Black Lords did not dare to resist. Instead, they intensified their venting towards the Chinese Lords, blaming them for their plight.

This was the reason for the situation that Fang Jie now witnessed.

Of course, the lives of those traitorous defectors weren’t great after losing their utility.

In their Alliance, their status was at most below average. Regrettably, there was no chance for regret at this point, as they had lost the strongest support from behind, and the white people had no intention of honoring their so-called promises.

"But no matter what, once I catch them, they will surely pay the price."

A glint of murderous intent flashed in Fang Jie’s eyes; such heartless actions towards their compatriots meant these people no longer deserved to live. Regardless of approach, based purely on stance, Fang Jie would never let them go.

But then Fang Jie was somewhat puzzled, as he found that after the white people gained dominance, they did not vigorously develop. Instead, internal divisions and stratification emerged among them.

Based on their original social statuses and origins, they began to map out new hierarchies.

These hierarchies sharply delineated people by race into distinct levels of high and low, noble and ignoble. As a result, there was no shortage of internal strife among them, while Bill sat pretty, fishing in troubled waters and gradually rose to his current strength.

With Bill’s power, far surpassing any other individual, even a united front might not match him.

Because everyone knew just how formidable his talent was.

Yet with such a significant advantage, these people only occupied less than one-fifth of the entire Plane and ceased expanding further, leaving Fang Jie at a loss for words.

Even their development was exploitative and destructive. Rapid at the outset, but now, a shortage of resources became evident. This was why they had so desperately attacked him.

They had merely underestimated their own strength, leading to the present situation.

"What a bunch of waste," but with some haste, this turn of events could still result in a substantial gain of territory."

Fang Jie’s eyes brightened; he was already short on territories, and acquiring these would allow him to allocate proxy territories to many. It was only unfortunate that these territories weren’t on his own Plane, so they couldn’t be transferred there.