A week after the war between the Demon God's Alliance and the Limitless Alliance.

Demon God's Alliance had been pushed back another zone from Crimson Tree. This retreat was largely due to the active participation of the WipeMOut Guild, led by BladeOfInfinity.

Yet, Dexter, in his Demonic God form, hadn't participated since then. He had been busy dealing with the slaves delivered by the Demon God's Alliance. He had also become the Leader of the Alliance after claiming he was blessed by the Demon God.

'Fuck this Alliance chat… so much ass-kissing. Did I join the wrong Alliance?'

"Yow… Number Three, come here…"

Dexter had named the dozen slaves by number, 1 to 12 – a designation they'd accepted readily.

"Yes, Master…" Number Three replied.

Dexter rubbed his chin, scanning Number Three's thin frame.

'Time to create my Mercenaries…'

"Call all the Numbers. Wait for me on Guild Island."

Number Three nodded and immediately left to gather the others.

Dexter then proceeded to where Stella was. As usual, she stood in the coliseum, watching from the sidelines. No one dared to fight her, deterred by her brutal, unconventional style and overpowered equipment. With her Holy Bonking Staff, she reigned supreme.

"Hi Dex~" Stella cooed, her tight-fitting clothes making Dexter blush.

"Hi Stella. I've got a present for you…"

Dexter produced a small box out of thin air, opened it, and took out the necklace. Stella tried to inspect it but was shocked when she couldn't see its stats.

"I put some secrecy enchantments on this craft. It's specially made for you… its effect? Better I don't tell you… It's consumable… and also far better than a Masterpiece."

Stella immediately hugged Dexter and kissed him on the lips, drawing disgusted looks from the crowd.

"The Lunatic Princess has a new boyfriend again…"

"Careful, bro! You'll die before you know what hit you!"

Stella glared towards the shouting crowd. Though she thought they were joking, for them, it was deadly serious.

"By the way, Dex, I want to travel around the World and visit every coliseum in each nation. Is that okay?"

"Uhhh… what do you mean, 'travel around the World'? By using a mount? You can use the Traveler to teleport to each Nation. Haven't you tried that?"

"That's allowed?"

Dexter looked at Stella, his eyes twitching.

'My poor baby… Don't worry. Your lover will guide you.'

"Yes… Hmm, I should go now. I'll be on Guild Island for a while. Enjoy your day."

"Okay… See you later."

After their goodbyes, Dexter left the coliseum and proceeded to the Traveler to reach the Guild Island of Undying Craftroach.

"Master!"

Dexter was met with stern greetings. After walking to the center and sitting on the stairs, he said:

"Number One, create a Guild named 'Numbers'. From now on, you are all Mercenaries."

"Y-yes, Master…"

"Do any of you know how to fight?"

The slaves hesitated, their silence confirming Dexter's suspicion: they didn't.

"I will teach you — at the cost of your lives. Tell me all your stats so I know which combat skills to prioritize."

One by one, the slaves reported their stats — revealing something that surprised even Dexter:

'They all maxed out Gathering skills? What the fuck… Who controls slaves like this? Was it The Forgotten?'

'And, why haven't I seen anyone gathering in the Uncharted Zone? Even the news regarding the Mammoth Area, where the Black Desert Alliance and PAX were busy competing, didn't mention its Hide… What's happening here actually?'

'Fuck, I'll think of it after I conquer the Crimson Tree Zone, and for that, I need Elites.'

Dexter then tapped his bracers and produced 12 different colored masks, each with its own number on the forehead. Each has only one effect: making it uninspectable.

After distributing the masks, Dexter told them to build individual houses on the Guild Island, creating their own residential area. He provided all necessary raw and refined materials so they could begin immediately.

Dexter then entered the Guild Hall and sat upon the throne, stone-faced.

'/alliance ALL GUILD LEADERS: PROCEED TO UNDYING CRAFTROACH GUILD ISLAND IMMEDIATELY. FAILURE TO COMPLY WITHIN ONE HOUR WILL RESULT IN EXPULSION FROM THE ALLIANCE.'

(Praise be! The Demon God's Vessel commands!)

(We heed your call, Demon God Vessel! Without delay!)

…

Thousands of black-robed figures adorned with horned masks flooded into Sunscar Kingdom. Players from across the multiverse were stunned to see such a massive alliance mobilization — especially one rivaling the Black Desert Alliance's forces already massed within the Kingdom.

All had used the Traveler to reach the Undying Craftroach Guild Island, only to be greeted by a desolate wasteland of trash.

But no one voiced their disappointment. Instead, non-official members cheerfully helped the Numbers finish constructing their houses, while others worked on decorating the Guild Hall.

Meanwhile, the Guild Leaders proceeded directly inside to the main hall, where a large rectangular table stood in the center.

Only leaders from the largest guilds — those surpassing a hundred thousand members — were permitted to sit at the table. Leaders of smaller guilds had to stand along the sides.

Dexter then took a deep breath and sighed.

'It's time to roleplay again…'

With the help of his bracers, Dexter transformed into a Demon, just large enough to fit the throne that he was sitting on.

"Praise be!"

"Praise the Demon God!"

Dexter then tapped the table, after a few seconds he said:

"All forces are to leave the Uncharted Zone and stay in the Warring Kingdoms. Gather all resources available, and a month from now we will attack directly inside the Crimson Tree Zone…"

Murmurs spread through the Guild Hall. No one could understand what their leader was planning, so Bright, now returned to his human form, asked Dexter:

"Demon God, how could we enter the Crimson Tree Zone directly without them noticing us?"

Dexter then looked around, studying everyone with his goat , devilish eyes.

"Keke I got a way… and, there's a spy among you…"

'Well I don't really know if there is really a spy.'