Porter was a small-time thug in Green City. After offending a noble lord, he was forced to leave the bustling city and return to his hometown, a small border village.

He detested this village, which was frequently at risk of invasion by Beastmen. However, he was just a Level 3 Rogue, exiled from Green City for stealing Gold Pucks from a noble lord. He had no power to change anything.

The helplessness of being weak.

He originally planned to hide in the village for two years before returning to Green City under a new identity. But this remote village was unbearable even for a single day.

However, an unexpected event occurred. The Beastmen arrived earlier than usual this year.

Every year, their village would retreat deep into the mountains to avoid the Beastmen invasions, but the sudden appearance of the Beastmen that day disrupted everyone’s plans.

The ferocious Beastmen were unstoppable.

Having spent so long in Green City, Porter had learned to adapt to changing situations. Sensing danger, he fled the village early.

Although he escaped the Beastmen’s pursuit, he lost everything—no food, no Silver Pucks, nothing.

Despite having seen the grandeur of Green City, Porter still became one of the many refugees, following a group heading towards Green City hundreds of kilometers away.

Fate always seemed to conspire strangely. Porter swore that perhaps this year he had been cursed by the Goddess of Misfortune.

On the way, he unexpectedly encountered a group of terrifying vampires!!

By the Thief God, he swore this was his first encounter with the legendary vampires.

These terrifying creatures plunged him into an abyss of fear, as if the scythe of death could sever his head at any moment.

The sight of those enormous bats made him abandon all resistance. As a mere Level 3 Rogue, he was powerless against these terrifying evil beings.

Just as he was filled with despair, something unexpected happened.

These vampires claimed to be Saintlight Vampires and assured them they wouldn’t harm anyone.

Though Porter harbored great suspicion, with no means of escape, he could only follow them to a city called Dawn City.

Wow~

Never did he imagine that the vampires’ lair could be so magnificent. Though far less expansive than Green City, the exquisite architecture and spacious streets were infinitely better than the border village he came from.

What truly captivated him was that these vampires spoke the truth—they not only didn’t harm them but also freely allocated housing and promised future land distribution.

By the Thief God, he must be dreaming!

But after living there for a few days, he truly realized that these self-proclaimed Saintlight Vampires were indeed different.

The shadow of death dissipated.

Meanwhile, having spent years in the underground forces of Green City, Porter noticed something amiss.

This city had no underground forces!

This was simply unbelievable. Even the most inconspicuous shops in the slums of Green City paid protection fees to underground forces.

Yet, in this city, everything was blank.

Porter’s heart stirred.

If he could establish an underground force here like the gang he joined in Green City, wouldn’t he become a big shot like the gang leader he admired?

Porter, who managed to travel from a border village to the distant and unfamiliar Green City and successfully join a gang as an enforcer, naturally possessed some intelligence and ruthlessness.

Once he decided to act, he didn’t hesitate. First, he found strong companions from his village and, with a few persuasive words, convinced these naive fellows.

Thus, a rudimentary underground force quietly formed in Dawn City.

Porter named his first gang with a special name: Wild Wolf Gang.

When he was young, he once encountered a pack of wild wolves on the mountain. They hunted down a huge unicorn bull, and the ferocity of the wolves left a profound impact on him.

Even in Green City, he fantasized more than once about what name he would choose if he ever formed a gang. Wild Wolf Gang was his best choice.

Though illiterate, he had heard the elders say that a gang’s name must be fierce and intimidating to instill fear in others.

The gang he belonged to in Green City was called the Mad Dog Gang. Although Porter thought the name sounded bad, every time he introduced himself, the fear in the eyes of commoners gave him immense satisfaction.

Wild Wolf Gang, by the Thief God, what a great name.

Chaos was the foundation for a gang’s survival.

Porter deeply respected the senior who led him into the gang. He remembered every word of unintentional advice, especially this phrase he regarded as truth.

So, Porter’s first step was—to spread rumors.

Though the so-called Saintlight Vampires hadn’t harmed humans, Porter instinctively distrusted these elegant beings, who resembled those detestable noble lords.

Yes, just like the noble lords of Green City—detestable and untrustworthy.

He hadn’t forgotten how he was driven out of Green City.

Humans already harbored fear of vampires. Under Porter’s deliberate exaggeration, this fear was amplified infinitely.

During this time, Porter could clearly feel the city becoming much more chaotic. Fights, thefts, and robberies began to occur.

Porter was quite satisfied. While those damned vampires were busy catching thieves, he extorted several wealthy-looking individuals.

The harvest was bountiful.

As expected, those he extorted dared not report to the vampires.

The plan succeeded.

Time and again, Porter engaged in behaviors reminiscent of his days in Green City—collecting protection fees, dividing territories, and extortion.

Under the threat of Porter’s ruthless methods, these peasants who had fled the border dared not resist. Coupled with the widespread rumors about the vampires, they didn’t dare report their lost property to those terrifying vampires—losing property was certainly better than losing life.

Thus, within a short period, Porter amassed a large amount of Silver Pucks and various supplies.

With capital in hand, Porter began recruiting more gang members. Under the coercion of force and the temptation of Silver Pucks, the number of Wild Wolf Gang members rapidly increased, reaching 50 in just a few days.

Porter was well aware of the vampires’ characteristics—the night was their domain. Therefore, the Wild Wolf Gang only operated during the day.

As the influence of the Wild Wolf Gang grew, a piece of information Porter gathered from various sources made his heart race.

There were very few vampires in this city—perhaps only a few dozen!!

But there were two thousand humans!!

The rapid accumulation of power made Porter secretly entertain a bold and crazy idea he had never dared to think of before.

He wanted to seize control of this city!!

Once this thought took root, it grew wildly like weeds.

Until finally, he was almost unable to extricate himself.

The smooth development of the Wild Wolf Gang gave Porter an illusion—he could do it!! He believed that as long as he planned well, those vampires who could only appear at night weren’t invincible!!

Porter wasn’t content with merely being the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang; he wanted to become the master of this city. He would completely shed his former thug identity and become a city lord!!

Lord Porter!!

What a beautiful title.

The rapid expansion of the Wild Wolf Gang and the temporary management chaos caused by the influx of humans made Porter swell with unprecedented arrogance.

And this leader of the first underground force established in Dawn City was about to orchestrate a major event to fully take over the city.

Porter was full of confidence.

He couldn’t wait to hear people call him Lord Porter.

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