[Have you heard of the Wilder's Harem?]
[A guild filled with, you guessed it, Lowborns. They…]
[4 months ago now, Wilder's Harem was created…]
[...More than 200 mbers, so say amassing soldiers…]
From all over the world, Rhys has been making his na known just by simply existing. A lot of people are wondering why he grew to fa almost overnight, but that was easily answered by one simple fact — there is no one else like him in the world, past or present, and he may even be that last.
A being that defies all logic, that defies everything the world has ever known.
Daily, perhaps even hourly, one would not be able to check their socials without encountering a single post about Rhys Wilder — one could not even escape him even if they were watching a movie, as he had recently done a cao and was in talks of actually fully committing to a minor role.
Rhys, by all definitions of the word, was the man of the hour.
[The Lowborn strear known as Rhys Wilder…]
[In just less than half a year, he managed to take over the entire streaming community…]
[Everyone is asking…
…what will he do next?]
"Are you sure about doing this, Recruit? The Doc's already complaining that we are overspending."
"...I earned $600,000 last month."
"You what?"
Ayesha and Rhys were currently riding shotgun in a large-capacity truck together, with the driver just quietly sitting beside Rhys. The truck driver seed to be taking short glances at Rhys from ti to ti, but it was hard to see what she was actually thinking since she was wearing a black mask.
One thing was for sure, however, she seed as shocked as Ayesha upon hearing Rhys's casual inco reveal.
"I earned $600,000 last month," Rhys let out a sigh as he repeated his words, "And that is from Shudder alone, and not counting all the gifts and donations."
"From… Shudder? That streaming platform for Explorers?" Ayesha could really only take in a small gulp as she glanced at Rhys, "What about your WeTube earnings…?"
"Lina's doing a really good job setting up clips and highlights…" Rhys seed a little hesitant to say more as he glanced at the driver, who quickly looked away and pretended to have her focus solely on the rough road ahead of them,
"...More or less a million or so."
"A million—You!" The truck bounced from the ground as Ayesha almost jumped from her seat, "You're pinching my balls right now, Recruit. What?"
"...And there's also all the endorsents I did the past few months."
"Wait, hold on a darn diggity sec, Recruit," Ayesha squinted her eyes, "You're telling you are earning all of that… and yet you have failed to pay a single cent of what you owe ? You owe billions of dollars, Recruit."
"...You eat the most out of all of us, Ayesha," Rhys could really only let out a sigh as he shook his head, "And you also destroyed several of the new training equipnt."
"You don't have to attack , Recruit…" Ayesha clicked her tongue before just crossing her arms and looking at the road,
"...But gods be damned and Nobles be fucked, you're earning 2 mil in a month? Can I also start that streaming thing?"
"You could talk to Lina — she's also earning a lot of money," Rhys smiled.
"Wait, and she didn't tell !? What!?"
And once again, the truck lost control as Ayesha slamd her palm on her knee, causing the truck to almost sway to the side from having its front wheels locked. Fortunately for the driver, she did not really have to maneuver or avoid any other cars as they were the only vehicles in a mile radius, or perhaps several more miles…
…as they were actually in the Underworld.
The driver just continued to go straight for several more kiloters, only swaying whenever Ayesha got shocked about sothing. There were several monsters here and there, but with Ayesha in the truck, only a few could really be considered any threat—no, the biggest threat for the truck was perhaps Ayesha herself.
Fortunately for the truck driver, she did not have to suffer for long as they arrived at their destination.
A city in the Underworld, a large settlent only protected by sheets of tal and barbed wires — the very first city that Riley saw in the Underworld back when he was still serving in the Underworld Corps.
"Rhys Wilder."
"Rhizz, rhizzy."
And almost imdiately as Rhys stepped out of the truck, he was welcod by a bald man, and a man with slick back golden hair — the first two people he had befriended in the Underworld Corps, Jas and Erik.
"It is an honor to see a friend again after all this ti," Jas saluted, "And I have to say, I quite like the suit you're wearing. The design and color are just impeccable."
"I've been hearing all sorts of things about you up there," Erik's eyebrows wiggled several tis as he saluted, "You and the big boss seem to be doing it every—Big Boss!"
And before Jas and Erik could relax, Ayesha also stepped out of the truck, causing their entire bodies to be stiff as they fixed their salute.
"At ease your nutsacks, you retards," Ayesha groaned and just waved her hand, "I haven't been your commander for more than half a year now. I'll leave you three psychos and stretch my legs a little bit."
"Where—" And before Rhys could even say anything, Ayesha suddenly threw sothing soft at him, "You… brought Mr. Teddy?"
"Hold onto it for a bit since you have the fancy jacket," Ayesha winked as she just casually entered the city, yawning as she waved her hand and left Rhys and the others.
"...Phew, I thought she was gonna stay with us," Erik wiped away his imaginary sweat as he walked closer to Rhys, before turning to check on their truck, "Anyway, are you sure about this, Rhizzy boy? I'm telling you, these people are nuts. I an, you paid us, so I'm just warning you."
"For once, I agree with the nincompoop," Jas nodded his bald head, "Unlike… the people on the Surface, these people have already been hardened by the Underworld — there is no saying what will happen."
"Can't hurt to try," Rhys let out a short but very deep breath as he started walking to the city, "Where are they gathering?"
"They should be in the city hall," Jas and Erik followed behind Rhys, "But… there's just one tiny teeny problem, Rhys Wilder."
"And what's that?"
"Well… you can just see for yourself."
The reason why Rhys and Ayesha were back in the Underworld is just for one very simple reason — Rhys wanted to bring the Lowborns from the Underworld back to the Surface and recruit them to the guild, because it is as Jas said, the Lowborns have the Underworld have already been hardened.
He had even started making arrangents for everyone's living situation; buying the lots around Wilder's Harem's HQ. And since it was situated on the border of the Danger Zone, Rhys was able to just make a deposit at a very low cost; so of the mbers of Wilder's Harem were actually already building their own houses there.
And as Rhys was thinking of more ways to improve their headquarters, they finally arrived in the city hall…
…only to find absolutely no one there.
"And here lies the problem, Rhys Wilder," Jas stood in front of Rhys; his bald head, perhaps the only thing shining in the city hall, "No one seems to be interested in joining your guild, despite all the benefits."
"Which is crazy AF," Erik clicked his tongue several tis, "Because I would join your guild if you just actually invited ."
"I share the sa sentint," Jas nodded, "At least you wouldn't waste the truck you brought."
"No one is interested…?" Rhys could not help but just stare at the empty hall, "But why? I'm offering them jobs."
"Because they don't want to work, Mr. Rhys Wilder."
And as Rhys, Jas, and Erik were filling the entire hall with sighs of contemplation, a man suddenly entered from the other entrance; carrying a wide smile on his face as he looked at Rhys, his fat cheeks bouncing up and down as he walked.
"It is truly a fine honor that soone as prestigious and famous as you take the ti to visit our humble city, Mr. Rhys Wilder," the fat man let out a hearty chuckle as he clapped, "But I am afraid you should have not co here."
"That's Mayor Gordon," Erik whispered, "He's a bad egg."
"It's nice to et you too, Sir," Rhys stood up straight, "I hope you don't mind, but is it possible for to just go around and talk to so of your residents? I'm—"
"Well, you should ask them yourself."
And before Rhys could even finish his words, several more people started entering the hall — Lowborns, with all of them carrying random weapons, so even equipped with rifles.
"Get... get out of our land, you colonizer!"
"...Seriously?"
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