Golan immediately opened the Global Chat of Planet Blue.
At once, a flood of frantic messages poured through the channel.
[ Damn, is this what they call the Great Transfer? ]
[ Yeah, only now did I realize I'm not dreaming. I literally smelled the breath of the monster in front of me. Thank the heavens for the protective barrier—otherwise, my noodle-like legs would have betrayed me! ]
[ Brothers, the main question is—what are your regional talents? Haha, I got Peak Silver: a 50% increase to the four attributes of subordinates. ]
[ Sob wooo~ I got Beginner Gold Regional Talent: 500% increase to agricultural harvests. But I'm in a desert of giant scorpions where there's nothing but sand everywhere I look!! ]
[ Jealous~ Upstairs guy, I have no regional talent at all. Where's the justice in that? Damn it!! ]
[ Mine is just Beginner White—5% increase to all equipment attributes owned by the Lord or his forces. ]
[ My regional talent is Peak Gold: Double Gathering Rate. Clearly, staying single for thirty years was the right choice!! ]
[ Why does everyone else have a talent while I don't?!! ]
[ Same here, no regional talent. ]
[ Me too. ]
[ Me. ]
[ +5 No talent. ]
[ +6 ]
…
…
[ +9,465,107 ]
Golan carefully examined the chaotic messages.
He realized that every Lord had the right to send one free message per day. After that, further messages required payment.
So, he stayed silent and chose to observe, analyzing what he saw.
From what he gathered:
The majority had no regional talent at all.
The next largest group possessed White-tier talents.
Then came Green-tier.
By this logic, Golan firmly concluded: the stronger the regional talent, the rarer it became. He hadn't seen a single person claim Diamond or above. Of course, he believed such people existed—they simply kept their mouths shut. Most Lords understood that talents were their greatest secret.
But none of this truly concerned Golan. What mattered was the near certainty that he was the brightest among them all. With a Legendary regional talent, he might be one of fewer than five people across billions—or perhaps the only human alive—to possess such a gift.
A surreal, conflicting feeling swelled in his chest.
After finishing with the Global Chat and easing the loneliness of having traveled alone to this world, Golan turned to the other unlocked tabs.
The Global Market was supposed to be the best place for Lords to trade goods.
However, since everyone had only just arrived, the listings were chaotic and sparse—almost nothing useful besides overpriced basic resources like stone and wood.
He left the market, checked the Friends tab, and—as expected—found it empty. Still, he confirmed it for peace of mind.
Now finished with the interfaces, Golan finally looked around inside the Lord's Hut.
It held nothing of value: a simple wooden table with four chairs, a few cooking tools like pans and a pot, some cutlery, and an old but clean stone bed. Not even a fireplace.
That last detail soured his mood.
In this freezing land, a fireplace was essential. The current temperature was barely tolerable—but if it dropped further, things would become dire. Worse still, he was no longer on Planet Blue with access to modern medicine. Here, illness could be fatal.
At that moment, a familiar golden prompt appeared before his eyes:
[ Reminder: Purification of the corpse is complete. Confirm Collection? Yes/No. ]
The timing was perfect. His gloom instantly lifted, and without hesitation, he confirmed.
[ Promotion Energy refined from the corpse has been sent to the Lord. ]
[ You have acquired the corpse skill of the Frost Bear with Metallic Claws: Savage Roar. ]
[ Skill has been modified to suit the Lord. ]
[ You did not acquire the racial talent of the targeted creature. ]
[ Reminder: The Ancient Purification Grave is now empty and awaiting use. ]
[ Reminder: To obtain the original loot from the corpse, please touch the grave's stele and think 'Gather.' ]
[ Reminder: Your Power Level has increased. ]
[ Reminder: Your Power Level has increased. ]
Unlike the faint trickle he had felt before, this time power surged through Golan's body like a raging river. It flooded into his heart, then coursed throughout his limbs. Not painful—rather, indescribably pleasant.
He stretched, hopped lightly, threw a few air punches, and marveled at his newfound strength and flexibility.
Testing himself, he concluded: his current power equaled that of a healthy man who had trained rigorously for five to six years. Still within human limits, yes—but…
"Perhaps when I advance from White-tier to Green, my strength will finally surpass human boundaries."
After seeing so many prompts, he opened his status panel.
[ Lord Title: Lord of the Cold North ]
[ Power Level: White Peak ]
[ Territory Name: Frozen Plateau City ]
[ Territory Level: White Beginner ]
[ Territory Size: 200m × 200m × 200m ]
[ Regional Talent: Primal Chaos Graves (Legendary) (Talent grows with the Lord's Territory) ]
[ Territory Buildings: Lord's Hut (White Beginner), Summoning Gate (White Beginner), Unique!! Talent Building: Ancient Purification Grave (White Beginner) ]
[ Racial Talents: None ]
[ Equipment: None ]
[ Skills: Savage Roar ]
[ Savage Roar: Active Skill. By altering your vocal cords, unleash a roar that mentally disrupts enemies for a short duration. ]
[ Skill Level: White Peak ]
[ Cooldown: 10 minutes ]
[ Note: Modified to ignore allies and affect enemies only. ]
"A solid active skill!"
Though he hadn't gained a racial talent, Golan was more than satisfied.
First, it was easy and safe for him to use as a Lord.
Second, disrupting an enemy for even a few seconds could completely change the course of a battle.
Third, the modification to exclude allies made it even more valuable.
And finally—the greatest point—it was an area-of-effect ability, striking groups of enemies at once.
But the real joy for Golan was something else. After purification, he could still gather the original loot from the corpse.
Since discovering the grave, he had already been planning: some corpses for purification, some for gathering. After all, this wasn't a game—his people needed food, and his territory needed resources. Chaos Gems, especially, were vital for development.
Now, however, such division was unnecessary. His regional talent was far too generous.
Excited, Golan hurried from the hut straight back to the grave.
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"Hmm… the reminder said I need to touch the stele to gather."
Standing before the grave, Golan laid his hand on the weathered stone and thought: Gather.
Instantly, several items appeared in the open space before him, accompanied by a clear prompt:
[ Reminder: Corpse Gathering Complete. You have obtained:
– Northern Bear Meat ×30 Units (1.5 kg each)
– Complete Northern Bear Pelt ×1
– Bear Tendons ×4
– Chaos Gem ×2
– Bear Fangs ×2
– Residential Hut Blueprint ×1 ]
"A fine harvest!"
Golan praised as he strode forward.
The first thing he picked up was the bear pelt. He draped it over his shoulders like a cloak. Though oversized, it was wonderfully warm. He planned to give it to Mira the seamstress for adjustments using the tools currently available.
He stored the rest of the loot in the system's inventory, then picked up the blueprint. A prompt appeared:
[ Building Name: Residential Hut ]
[ Level: White Beginner ]
[ Function: To house territory residents ]
[ Construction Requirements: 50 Wood, 50 Stone, 2 Metal, 1 Chaos Gem ]
Golan frowned. He had none of the required basic resources.
Looking around the barren land, he sighed.
"..."
Speechless.
If he dug under the snow, he could find plenty of stones. But within his entire line of sight, there were barely twenty trees in total.
"No matter. Basic resources are the simplest problem. In fact, this terrain gives me a natural advantage—I won't have to fear sneak attacks in the future!"
He quickly thought of a solution. The Global Market!
He had bear meat—thirty units, nearly 45 kilograms. Far too much for himself and his few followers.
He opened the market and chose the barter option. Then he created a new listing:
[ Item: Metallic-Clawed Bear Meat ]
[ Tier: White Peak ]
[ Quantity: 10 Units ]
[ Exchange Requirement: 10 Wood per Unit ]
Next, he created a second listing with identical terms—except the required resource was stone instead of wood.
By dividing the offers, he could carefully control what resources flowed in.
Once again, he reminded himself: this wasn't a game. Every step mattered.
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End of Chapter Three.