God-Tier Enhancement: My Upgrades Never Fail-Chapter 112: Episode 22 _ You’ll Remember If You Get Hit(3)

Chapter 112: Episode 22 _ You’ll Remember If You Get Hit(3)

4.

There was a slight problem.

Enhancement wasn’t difficult since it was just ordinary stone, but once it surpassed +12, even a Normal-grade stone would leave the realm of the ordinary.

It was an oversight on his part; he hadn’t originally intended to enhance it to this extent.

"Still, since I’m doing it...."

It was something he felt while watching the mages diligently installing the magic circles.

Since he was building it anyway, wouldn’t he be able to rest easy knowing the territory was safe no matter what happened later if he put in a little more effort and built it securely?

Once that thought occurred, greed set in.

The thick wallet he didn’t have when he first built the walls also played a part.

So, he decided to enhance the walls too.

"How do I get it to +15?"

That was the worry that started it all.

Enhancing itself wasn’t an issue.

The only preparation needed was money.

However, how could he move and enhance walls that had already begun construction and were nearly finished?

Tear it all down and rebuild from scratch for a +15 wall?

With the war coming soon, everything would collapse again, and the territory would be reduced to a wasteland.

No matter if he were Han Simin, he would be just a small individual in the face of the word ’war.’

But the worry was resolved surprisingly easily.

"I can just coat it, I guess."

Apply +15 enhanced dye to the surface of the built walls.

In real-world terms, it played a role similar to cement.

Absorbent Sap! A substance used only in Fantastic World that, when obtained and applied, increases strength and durability beyond the original material and prevents corrosion!

Of course, the price was a bit high, and an enormous amount would be needed to coat the entire wall surrounding the territory, but in the current situation, there was no better substitute, so he purchased it without hesitation.

Then he enhanced it immediately and called people to apply it meticulously.

The result was the birth of the magnificent crimson fortress wall, a +15 Wall!

Doesn’t just hearing the name make you shudder?

It was a bizarre idea that would make the previous enhancement master clutch his chest and curse, asking how little one must have to do in the world to take a stone kicked by feet and enhance it!

Han Simin had pulled it off, and he clicked his tongue as he watched the swarming army of the Karan Territory approaching.

"Ignorant bastard. I threw a few pieces of bait, and he just gobbled them up."

He must have been anxious.

The Emperor’s Son-in-law.

Even if he threw off this title, the position of the first adventurer Viscount would be a burden to Karan, who had been stuck as a Baron for over ten years.

No matter how many connections he had with central nobles, insubordination ignoring the gap in status was subject to punishment.

"W-What? Why are we slowing down?"

"My body feels heavy."

"Ugh. My whole body aches. Suddenly."

One must take responsibility for hasty choices.

He emptied the fortune he had built up to bring many mercenaries, but how could they step foot into the Rich Territory, which had been preparing for foreign invasion for months—even if not specifically for this?

Furthermore, the upgraded walls, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars resulting from Han Simin’s whim, were enough to break their morale before the army could take a single step inside the territory.

"Huhu. Poor guys. Setting aside the wall’s own defense, the number of debuff types applied by the aura is probably greater than your headcount."

He expressed his gratification, mixed with a bit of bluffing.

Naturally, he was currently running a broadcast to generate side income.

Now that it had become a concept broadcast, the viewer count was higher than most broadcasts even with the price set at a base of $100, so it was a success in its own right!

He felt no burden, but he did have a conscience, so he set a standard to only turn on the broadcast for content that would provide $100 worth of enjoyment.

Today was a day that met that standard.

"It’s the day the first lord in Fantastic World to own a territory has a territory war with an NPC. One hundred dollars is nothing."

There were probably many viewers who came just for interest, but there would also be many guild officials coming to check in advance how the territory war proceeded for the future.

Everyone was currently focused solely on hunting for over ten hours a day to gain a single level, but eventually, they would all harbor the ambition to become the nobles of their dreams, comfortably collecting taxes, enjoying the game, and going on adventures.

He decided to properly show them the territory war he envisioned.

The fastest, simplest, and easiest way to end it.

"Let’s go."

Squeak, squeak!

Watching the floundering army and Baron Karan himself—who should be leading them—looking the most flustered, Han Simin climbed onto Squeaker’s back.

There was nothing more to see.

Along with him, thirty rabbits huddled together and clung to Squeaker.

Maximum boarding capacity!

Screech!

Squeaker took flight.

And naturally, they passed over the front of the gate and began to follow the path the enemy had taken in reverse.

At the end of that path lay Baron Karan’s territory.

* * *

Raiding an empty house is a fundamental strategy, and simultaneously the opponent’s strategy one must be most cautious of.

A base, when vacated, is no different from a ruin that is ten times more vulnerable and weak than usual, easy to kick down and destroy.

Therefore, the grander and more solid the place, the more robustly they prepare the defense of their base—their foundation, and more important than anything else—even when going out on an expedition.

So that even if the entire enemy army gives up everything and attacks, they can stop them!

Or at least buy time!

However, Baron Karan left without preparing for an empty house raid to that extent.

Because he didn’t think much of it.

He thought their attack was a surprise, judged the Rich Territory to be a toy of a greenhorn who only looked flashy on the outside thanks to the Emperor’s grace, and at the same time, possessed overwhelming confidence in the army he had gathered.

Above all, he judged that even in the worst-case scenario where they swapped territories, he would have the advantage.

At least Baron Karan’s territory didn’t have the geographical advantages of the Rich Territory.

He had supposedly cleared out all the dangerous monsters nearby on his own, and with high walls built on top of that, wasn’t it truly a natural fortress?

Merchants would continue to flock there through word of mouth, and naturally, those heading to Karan Territory to avoid monsters might go to the Rich Territory instead.

So, he actually hoped for it greatly.

That Simin would get scared and go to the empty house.

’Then I’ll comfortably take the Rich Territory and change my destiny!’

Baron Karan’s prediction and wish were half right.

"My lord! Up there...."

Something was flying somewhere on a huge, chubby hawk!

Through information gathered recently, he knew that it was the lord of the Rich Territory.

There was no doubt as to why he was heading to his territory on a flying object with the enemy right in front of him, and all that remained was to cross the wall and occupy the territory!

He was struck speechless.

The pressure and confusion were weighing down on his whole body.

The army couldn’t exert its power properly in the Sanctuary of Curse, which lowered stats and inflicted continuous damage.

Still, since it didn’t have direct killing ability, they safely reached the front of the wall.

Anyone with basic common sense knows that knocking on a wooden gate is far more efficient than hitting the stones surrounding the wall.

Of course, the gate of the Rich Territory was made of steel that looked even harder.

"A-All attack!"

Anyway, he gave the order.

Running away after coming this far truly made no sense.

He was a fool and an ignorant pig who only trusted his backing, but he was a pig who could calculate how much money it cost just to move a vast army while preparing for war himself.

Was that all?

What about all the humiliation and disgrace he would get if he returned like this?

He declared the territory war as he pleased, but he couldn’t end it alone.

Either end it by mutual agreement, or one side gets smashed to the point where they can’t even agree.

"Strike! Strike it!"

If he were going to make an agreement, he wouldn’t have declared a territorial war in the first place. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He already felt like he was blocked by a high wall, but greed for victory and the arrogance of trusting himself dulled his judgment.

"What are you doing?! Why aren’t you striking?! Do you all want to die!"

The mercenaries who received money swung their weapons.

The soldiers belonging to the territory also attacked reluctantly.

The attacks of those whose confidence had hit rock bottom within a distance of less than a hundred steps struck the wall Han Simin had enhanced.

Clang—

Clang, clang, clang—

Still, the attacks swung with all their might and bounced off with futile sounds.

It would have been fortunate if it ended there, but the weapons that bounced off were all chipped.

"...What is this?"

"What is this ignorant wall?"

"No, honestly, does it make sense to tell soldiers to break a wall during a siege?"

Complaints burst out in an instant.

It wasn’t just one or two, so it quickly reached Baron Karan’s ears.

His face flushed red.

"My lord, the trebuchets...."

"Y-Yes! Trebuchets. Use the trebuchets!"

"Yes! My lord!"

At the words of Karan, for whom this was the first territory war, the soldiers stepped back in unison.

The absurdity and disbelief written on their faces explained how meaningless and unsightly this war was.

"If the enemy had just poured hot water from atop the wall, we would have all died."

"What kind of command is this? In twenty years of mercenary life, this is the first time I’ve heard such an order."

"I was once under a seventeen-year-old lord, and that lord would be a hundred times better than this one."

Insults and reprimands flying from his own side!

At the same time, the trebuchets were prepared.

Baron Karan tried to ignore it and waited.

’If we just get over this.’

When he had visited, the inside of the territory was truly unsightly, a wasteland not yet fully developed, but if they could just breach the exterior somehow, there was a possibility, and to him, thinking such things, the Rich Territory gave its answer.

Thwip—

BOOM!

With five arrows flying in, five trebuchets exploded.

* * *

Han Simin, having landed at the entrance of Baron Karan’s territory, leisurely entered the interior with thirty rabbits.

The gates were wide open, and the guards watching them simply let them pass easily, assuming they were just ordinary adventurers.

"Geez. A wrong lord entered such a peaceful territory. Tsk tsk."

Perhaps because they knew a territorial war was ongoing, the residents wore anxious expressions, but when nothing happened immediately, they seemed relieved and carried on with their daily lives.

A scene showing that games and reality aren’t that different.

Clicking his tongue, he leisurely headed toward the wide and massive lord’s castle located in the center of the territory.

"Wow. He must have embezzled a lot."

In terms of splendor, it was second only to the Imperial Palace.

If the interior of the territory was generally rural, the lord’s castle was, shall we say, Beverly Hills-level.

The extreme wealth gap was visible without even trying to look for it.

"This damn bastard."

Han Simin trembled with rage.

The pig-like guy acted like a thug; did he live like this normally too?

"Even I don’t live like this...."

Tremble, tremble.

Such luxury for a mere Baron!

It could not be forgiven.

"I’ll make this my territory, make it a good place for the residents to live, and take just half of what that pig bastard embezzled."

Wasn’t this a strategy good for everyone?

Having made up his mind, Han Simin pulled out his hammer.

As he approached the lord’s castle, knights with sleek, well-fed faces—who must have embezzled together—came into view.

To think knights were guarding the gate, even though this was technically wartime.

"Who goes there?!"

"Who do you think, punk? If the master has arrived, you should open the door yourself."

"What?"

Long words aren’t needed.

Han Simin actively utilizes his glib tongue against the strong, but before the weak, he is a man who speaks tacitly with his fists!

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