"What am I forgetting?"
He closed his eyes and began to recall everything. With his Titles boosting his Mind Stat, his memory wasn’t vague or uncertain. He could revisit events in sequence, one after another, like flipping through pages.
The battle with the Crimson Sky Wyrm.
The aftermath.
The rewards.
The reactions of his subordinates.
The preparations for the concert.
Then something clicked.
Isaac opened his eyes.
"The [Seer] should have told the other Lords in Lord Chat that I was the one who took down the Crimson Sky Wyrm," he said.
He immediately opened Lord Chat.
The moment the interface appeared, dozens of notifications flooded his view. Personal messages stacked one after another. Some were short, some extremely long, and more were still coming in.
He opened the first few.
[FlameGorgon]: Carus, my dear. You didn’t tell us it was you who defeated the Catastrophe? Hahaha, I guess you enjoyed acting like a total newbie while being a powerhouse.
[MistQueen]: Greetings, Carus. I’ve recently come across the news that you defeated the Catastrophe, and I’ve also seen the videos of your battle. I would like to extend a partnership offer. You can...
[VoidSinger]: Wow, you defeated a Catastrophe? That’s amazing news! Since you are strong enough, my group has decided to extend an offer. It’s a group that...
The list kept going.
Isaac scrolled down. And down. And down again.
There were Lords he had spoken with before. There were Lords he had only seen in chat once. There were even Lords he had never interacted with.
It had to be noted that personal messages cost one Gold Coin per message. If the message was long, the price increased according to word count. These weren’t cheap.
Which meant all these people had spent real money just to contact him.
"To congratulate me? No," Isaac muttered. "To fish for benefits."
He continued scrolling. There were more pings in the public Lord Chat as well. Mentions, tags, people asking if the rumors were true.
"I guess, whether it’s my world, the past, or the present, people will always gather around exceptional people," he said.
Isaac didn’t let the praises get to his head. He knew that these people were just looking to take advantage of him. If he failed to meet their expectations, they will just throw him away. And if they could, they would suck him to his bones.
"Well, I’m the same I’m going to suck all the profit from these suckers," he muttered with a faint grin.
He opened the public Lord Chat and began typing.
He didn’t even consider replying to private messages. If he did that, he would spend hundreds of Gold Coins for no reason.
[Carus]: Everyone, thank you for the well wishes. And for those who are questioning, yes, it’s true my City defeated the Crimson Sky Wyrm. I’ll attach a video as proof.
He paused briefly, then continued typing.
[Carus]: PS, there is going to be a big event in my City in two days. All of you are welcome. We can talk about negotiations at that time if you want. I’ll attach the location of my City here.
The System immediately displayed the cost.
Attach video — 20 Gold Coins.
Isaac’s expression twitched.
"Twenty Gold Coins for one video? Greedy System."
He still paid.
The message was sent.
Almost instantly, the public chat exploded. Notifications began popping up nonstop. People tagged him, asked questions, requested invitations, and started discussing travel.
Isaac didn’t even read them.
He simply closed the chat.
"I revealed location and my strength, but both will be known sooner or later anyway. No point hiding it. Besides, I’m much stronger now, than I was at the time this video was shot," he said.
Revealing his strength wasn’t a risk. It was bait.
The stronger he appeared, the more Lords would approach him. And the more Lords who came, the more profit he could extract.
"I have a Great Dungeon and my crops. If more Lords visit my City, the profits will multiply rather easily," he said thoughtfully.
There was another reason as well.
"Moreover, if Celia’s popularity spreads to other Lord Cities, my religion will grow too."
He folded his arms as he thought.
For Celia’s popularity to explode, her performance in two days had to succeed. The upcoming concert wasn’t just entertainment. It was exposure.
Isaac wasn’t worried about her performance, though.
For how perverted she was, she was also absurdly charming. Her stage presence was strong, and her personality with fans was even stronger. If Lords and other people from other Cities saw her performance—or even her livestreams—her fanbase would expand rapidly.
"...sigh."
Isaac rubbed his forehead.
"On one hand, I’m happy Celia’s career will advance if more people know about her. On the other hand, it just worries me because I know she will definitely pull a stunt again in the future."
He still remembered her previous behavior.
That woman didn’t understand the meaning of restraint.
Shaking his head, Isaac flew toward the concert hall.
He descended slowly and landed outside the structure. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he activated his concealment skills. His presence faded, and he slipped inside without attracting attention.
The interior was busy.
Staff members moved back and forth, carrying equipment, checking schedules, adjusting stage elements, and reviewing performance orders. The place was filled with movement and low chatter.
Isaac walked calmly through them.
No one noticed him.
After entering the staff area, he canceled the concealment skill. His presence returned instantly, but people were still busy enough that no one immediately reacted.
He stepped forward and grabbed the person walking beside him. The man was holding files and clearly in a hurry.
"Call Arlene for me," Isaac said.
The man frowned. "Who are— Oh, Lord Isaac!"
His eyes widened.
"I-I will do it now," he stammered.
His reaction was noticed by others.
Several nearby staff members turned their heads. Then more. Within seconds, people began noticing him. Their expressions shifted from confusion to shock.
Isaac wasn’t surprised by their reaction. His popularity had exploded after the Crimson Sky Wyrm battle video. It was normal for them to react like they had just met a celebrity.