Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Rhythm, thrill points, outlines... such things could obviously bypass the in-game copyright system and be directly replicated in "The Gate of the Netherworld".

It was well known that when online literature reached a new height of thrill, the mental stimulation provided by top-tier web novels was still quite terrifying.

The original residents of "The Gate of the Netherworld" had never experienced this before. Upon first contact, it engrossed them day and night, so much so that some became unwilling to leave.

Laying aside the literary question for now, can you say that a qualified thrilling novel isn’t thrilling to read?

Thrilling? Then it’s right.

Providing added value meant it could be converted into tangible wealth, especially since Kael had other plans in mind.

Though the appearance of Dark Sun followers surprised Kael, it did not disrupt his plans.

Or rather, it only solidified Kael’s resolve.

If he wanted to avoid being easily harmed by these lunatics, he had to add a few extra layers of "protection" for himself.

This short-term benefit industry, which could quickly harvest cash flow, was something Kael could digest; there was no reason not to get involved.

Making money wasn’t shameful!

There weren’t many industries within the territory that could form a positive cycle. Due to limited income, he could only rely on playing with words to barely survive, trying to carve out a niche in the market to sustain himself.

Maybe one day, when he succeeded and became famous, it would be a great story.

After all, he already had the gun barrel of the territory in his hands, so it was time to head to the Royal Capital to handle some matters.

Kael did not disbelieve Old White’s evaluation of Count Rezhe, but as he’d said, he didn’t like placing his hopes on someone else’s mercy.

"Just in time to see that incubus on Romance Street in the Royal Capital... that thing she holds is of great use to me," Kael pondered and made up his mind.

He should go and check it out too.

Pre-positioning in the Royal Capital was always Kael’s strategy in preparation for the coming chaos.

After all, the background of "The Gate of the Netherworld" was one of turmoil.

Closer, there was the chaos in the Duchy of Engelands initiated by the trial of the Charles family.

Then later, Marquis Gransham, dubbed the "State Plotter", offered half of his land to the Papal State of Brinia, earning the title "Saint Grantham", spearheading a frenzy to dissect the strongest human confederation on the continent, the Bell Federation.

After suffering massive damage, the Bell Federation nearly disintegrated, leading the then-Federation Governor Caesar Cedric to launch a westward expedition against the Papal State of Brinia, with the war lasting nearly 15 years.

Both sides fought fiercely, dragging surrounding alien forces like the "Supreme Forest" into the fire, spreading war over a large portion of the continent.

This war, spanning from version 1.0 to 3.0 of "The Gate of the Netherworld", marked the rise of players and was a nightmare for countless original residents.

Kael had no intention of plunging headlong into the whirlpool of chaos unprepared.

He needed money, people, and resources!

Building, developing, and strengthening the territory!

Since he had come to this world, even if he had to recklessly charge ahead, he would carve out his own sky.

The Charles family was the first obstacle blocking his path.

Kael didn’t want to spend too much time on them; he planned to find an alternative way to mitigate the threat they posed. Otherwise, having someone always watching your back would be uncomfortable.

The status of a formally registered mage with the Mage Association could only guarantee that they wouldn’t use methods of dealing with commoners against him. But, he felt it wasn’t enough!

He needed more, much more!!!

And those Dark Sun followers...

"Grandpa White, do you think the followers of Dark Sun might disrupt the order of Lancaster when we head to the Royal Capital?"

Kael understood why those lunatics didn’t dare to attack him directly, but if he were to visit the Royal Capital, the old housekeeper would obviously go with him.

"Of course not, young master. The rats of the sewer can only stay in the sewer; even if they occasionally poke their heads out, a single glance would make them shrink back," Old White said.

Kael glanced at Old White.

He had figured it out. As long as Grandpa White was by his side every step of the way, any trouble on the road would depend on whether the Dark Sun followers dared to make a move.

They were lunatics, but most lunatics knew fear and also feared death.

At least until now, even with Kael’s far superior perception among his peers, he hadn’t sensed the true depth of Old White, although he could be sure that Old White was definitely not a novice (LV1-10) adventurer.

So in that previous battle, Old White preferred to let the barbarian go rather than leave Kael’s side, probably to deter any potential enemies.

In this respect, Kael wasn’t wrong.

Even now, Old White was reflecting on whether he had been too lax.

He couldn’t imagine how guilty he would feel if his young master were attacked due to his absence.

"Young master."

At this moment, Hassaka popped her ears out, her little head poking into the living room and calling out to the two:

"The girl you had me bring back and clean up seems to know something. Should I bring her over for you to question?"

Kael paused for a moment, three question marks slowly appearing above his head.

What did she mean by "clean up and bring back"?

Someone who didn’t know might think he had captured a bride!

But he sighed and said, "Let her come over. Any additional piece of intelligence would be helpful."

"Alright, I’ll go get her!" The little maid joyfully retracted her head and ran off with a patter of footsteps.

Kael chuckled and said, "That kid is waiting to be praised. Fine, let’s see what that poor girl knows, anyway."

"If there are no other important matters, we should reward Hassaka later."

Old White gave his young master a glance.

Young master, are you serious about that reward?

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

[Titan Town, in a dimly lit room]

On a desk near the window, a pitch-black leather diary lay open.

A gust of wind blew, rustling the pages.

A withered hand pressed down on the diary. In the blank space beyond the hand, one could vaguely see lines of what could be called elegant handwriting—

"Count Rezhe of the Charles family was tough and proud, never liking his freedom-loving brother Anthony. The seeds of jealousy were sown, especially when Anthony overshadowed him in every way."

"The conflict erupted from the inheritance of the title. The previous Family Head of the Charles family intended to choose Anthony as the family’s next leader. Although this made the young Rezhe terribly jealous, he believed it was the right choice because he knew that Anthony was a true genius."

"The conflict exploded when Anthony, eager for adventure, left the family."

"Anthony thought that his departure would give his only brother the position, avoiding the tragedy of internal strife. He believed that even without inheriting the noble title, he could still achieve his own glory."

"Rezhe felt tremendously insulted. He allowed himself to fail but would not tolerate receiving charity. He thought that Anthony was shirking his responsibility."

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