"A city?"
Roy suddenly understood.
Although he had lived for 1,500 years in this life, ever since he learned this was the Infernal Plane of Coiling Dragon, he had focused solely on cultivation and knew little about other matters.
Now that his strength wasn't at the bottom, and he had gained a status commensurate with his power, as his interactions increased, secrets would naturally be revealed to him.
Roy's understanding dawned on him as he recalled that after the protagonist Linley entered hell, he also progressed from "Tribe – City – Great City – Prefect," and as his cultivation improved, the levels he interacted with also rose.
"Mm, the lord of a small city needs to possess the strength of a Five-star Devil. For a medium city, the lord needs at least the strength of a Six-star Devil. The lord of a great city requires a Seven-star Devil or higher to guard it."
"Fred of the Zacharias Tribe, Queller of the Queller Tribe, and myself, the three of us chose this place as the site for establishing a new city. We put in over a hundred thousand years of effort, finally meeting the first requirement for building a city."
"However, because our strengths are not vastly different, none of us were willing to yield to the others, so we remained in a stalemate for 200,000 years."
"Your appearance, Roy, has disrupted the balance between our three tribes. Until their tribes produce another powerhouse with the combat strength of a High-level God, they now have only two choices."
"Either they join us. A city defended by three Five-star Devils is much stronger than an ordinary city, and our external development will face far fewer troubles. We can all win together."
"Or, they will have to leave the area within ten million miles. Otherwise, after we establish our city here, we will relocate all their tribal population into the city, brand them as bandits, issue demon missions, and hunt them down."
"So that's how it is."
Hearing Laurent's explanation, Roy nodded in understanding.
At the same time, this also greatly diminished the arrogance that had begun to rise within him.
So far, his strength was only equivalent to that of a Three-star Devil.
The chieftains of the three major tribes were all Five-star Devils, and among Five-star Devils, they were likely not inferior to the weaker ones.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to establish a city.
A Five-star Devil was a hundred times stronger than he was currently.
"Lord Laurent, what should I prepare then?"
Since he had enjoyed the benefits brought by the Morgan Tribe and become the second-in-command of the Morgan Tribe, Roy would not refuse what he should do.
"Mm, for now, there's nothing you need to do. You should go cultivate first. After a hundred years, we'll see what Fred of the Zacharias Tribe and Queller of the Queller Tribe choose."
"If they don't give me a response within a hundred years, we will immediately launch a punitive expedition against their two tribes."
"Lord Laurent."
Hearing Laurent's confidence, Roy asked curiously, "Since our tribe is stronger than the Zacharias Tribe and the Queller Tribe, won't they team up and eliminate us first?"
This was actually Roy's biggest concern.
If the Zacharias Tribe and the Queller Tribe joined forces, one of the two Five-star Devil-level tribal chieftains would definitely need him to intercept. With a hundredfold difference in strength, it would be a near-certain death situation.
"Hahaha, Roy, you worry too much."
Laurent laughed heartily, "When the three of us came here, we signed a contract. Only the people under our tribes could participate in the struggle for the city lord position; I myself cannot directly intervene. Once the contract is violated, the soul will directly disintegrate."
"So, you can rest assured."
"I see."
Roy nodded, realizing the crisis was much smaller this way.
"Then, Lord Laurent, I will go back to cultivate now."
"Mm."
...
If not deliberately obstructed, news in hell traveled very quickly.
Not to mention, among the God-level experts who came to attend Roy's ascension celebration at the Morgan Tribe, several had their Saint Realm main bodies or other divine clones present.
Thus, within a few short years, Roy of the Morgan Tribe became the most famous name within this ten-million-mile radius in many millennia.
Even the "slaves" who had not yet become Saint Realms knew of a genius named "Roy" who, after only a thousand years of becoming a God-level expert, had become the "Strongest Mid-level God," comparable to a High-level God.
Of course, Roy was unaware of this title.
If he had known, he would have definitely captured and beaten to death the person who first spread this title!
"Strongest Mid-level God," what an arrogant title!
One must know that, theoretically, a Mid-level God who had completely fused five Profound Mysteries of Laws was enough to rival a Seven-star Devil. One who had almost completely comprehended and fused six Profound Mysteries of Laws was enough to rival an Asura Prefect-level expert.
How could he, a mere brat with the strength of a Three-star Devil, possibly bear such a powerful title?
The chieftains of the Zacharias Tribe and the Queller Tribe, upon learning of Roy's strength, both shook their heads.
Neither of them could have imagined that the strength of the three tribes would be suddenly disrupted by the rise of Roy.
Regarding Laurent Morgan, they were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. If Roy belonged to their tribe, then the position of city lord would undoubtedly be theirs.
Of course, Fred and Queller had no complaints about Roy's appearance.
Ultimately, if they wanted to advance further, establishing a city was a necessity. Whether it was to obtain more resources or gain the appreciation of important figures, they needed to take that step.
As for Roy's title of "Strongest Mid-level God," the two of them merely smiled.
Fred and the other two had cultivated for who knows how long to become Five-star Devils, and they had seen countless geniuses. While someone like Roy was rare, it wasn't unheard of among the major families.
They had even seen mid-level gods who had fused three elemental Profound Mysteries of Laws.
Once such a genius became a High-level God, they would possess at least the strength of a Five-star Devil.
Having toiled here for over three hundred thousand years, neither Fred nor Queller were willing to give up this opportunity. As soon as they received the news, both left their respective tribes and rushed to the Morgan Tribe to discuss the city's establishment with Laurent.
Finally, the three major tribes issued a joint statement: in one hundred years, the Zacharias Tribe and the Queller Tribe would join the Morgan Tribe, and together they would establish "Sanhe City" at the Morgan Tribe's location. Tribes within a radius of tens of millions of miles could choose to move into the city or develop independently.
As soon as this statement was released, the tribes within this range erupted in excitement.
A city, it was a city!
Unlike tribes, which could be attacked at any time, every city would be watched by the Sovereign, who would dispatch the Sovereign's Army to garrison it. No fighting was allowed within the city; otherwise, it would be considered a provocation to the Sovereign and result in pursuit by the Sovereign's legions.
Not only that, but the Devil's Guild would also be stationed in the city, and many merchants were eager to conduct business within the city, bringing a wide variety of convenient goods.
As the first batch of residents in the city, they would enjoy five hundred years of free residency. Of course, this benefit was only available to "people" above the Saint Realm.
The "slaves" below the Saint Realm would still have to mine.
To become a "person," they could only strive to cultivate during their breaks from mining, hoping to reach the Saint Realm within these hundred years and receive the benefits of the city's establishment.
...
"Haha, the Strongest Mid-level God, haven't seen you in a hundred years, have we?"
"Heh, Alva, don't tease me."
Roy and Alva walked across the tribal square, where people from the three major tribes, as well as people from a dozen surrounding small and medium-sized tribes, had gathered.
At this moment, exactly one hundred years had passed since the celebration of Roy becoming a mid-level god.
The people of the Zacharias Tribe and the Queller Tribe, led by Fred and Queller, had all gathered here.
Roy had simply lost track of time due to his immersion in cultivation. Laurent had sent Alva to fetch him.
"Hahaha, this must be our great contributor, Roy! He truly is talented and possesses extraordinary strength."
Upon seeing Roy, a bare-chested strongman roared with laughter, "Laurent is truly lucky. If Roy had been born in my tribe, I would have been the city lord."
Fred also nodded at Roy and said with a smile, "Indeed, the Strongest Mid-level God. Even I have heard your name."
Mid-level gods who fused two elemental Profound Mysteries of Laws would, upon becoming High-level Gods, possess at least the strength of a Five-star Devil, just like the three of them.
This was even if Roy made no significant progress in the future.
If Roy were to break through further, it wouldn't be difficult for his strength to surpass theirs.
"Heh heh..."
"Greetings, Lord Laurent, Lord Queller, Lord Fred."
After paying his respects to the three tribal leaders, Roy said with a wry smile, "Lords Queller and Fred are joking. I know my own capabilities."
"This is no joke, Roy."
At this moment, Laurent spoke.
"I can't speak for other places, but here in our 'Sanhe City,' calling you the Strongest Mid-level God isn't inaccurate."
"That's right, I admit I'm not as good."
As soon as Laurent said this, Alva chimed in.
Mark, standing beside Queller, also nodded in agreement. "Indeed, I have the most say in this. I took almost twenty years to recover from the injuries you inflicted with that move a hundred years ago."
"Haha, Mark took twenty years to recover. For me, it would have taken two or three years less to heal."
After everyone playfully redefined Roy's title from "Strongest Mid-level God" to "Sanhe City's Strongest Mid-level God," Laurent winked at Roy, who also smiled and expressed his gratitude.
The title "Strongest Mid-level God" was simply too much of a magnet for trouble.
It was fine for ordinary people, but the young masters of influential families couldn't stand hearing it.
If someone were to come looking for him, Roy would be in a lot of trouble.
Relatively speaking, "Sanhe City's Strongest Mid-level God" was limited only to Sanhe City.
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