[Have you heard of the Wilder's Harem?]
[A guild filled with, you guessed it, Lowborns. They...]
[4 months ago now, Wilder's Harem was created...]
[...More than 200 members, some say amassing soldiers...]
From all over the world, Rhys has been making his name known just by simply existing. A lot of people are wondering why he grew to fame almost overnight, but that was easily answered by one simple fact — there is no one else like him in the world, past or present, and he may even be that last.
A being that defies all logic, that defies everything the world has ever known.
Daily, perhaps even hourly, one would not be able to check their socials without encountering a single post about Rhys Wilder — one could not even escape him even if they were watching a movie, as he had recently done a cameo and was in talks of actually fully committing to a minor role.
Rhys, by all definitions of the word, was the man of the hour.
[The Lowborn streamer known as Rhys Wilder...]
[In just less than half a year, he managed to take over the entire streaming community...]
[Everyone is asking...
...what will he do next?]
"Are you sure about doing this, Recruit? The Doc's already complaining that we are overspending."
"...I earned $600,000 last month."
"You what?"
Ayesha and Rhys were currently riding shotgun in a large-capacity truck together, with the driver just quietly sitting beside Rhys. The truck driver seemed to be taking short glances at Rhys from time to time, but it was hard to see what she was actually thinking since she was wearing a black mask.
One thing was for sure, however, she seemed as shocked as Ayesha upon hearing Rhys's casual income reveal.
"I earned $600,000 last month," Rhys let out a sigh as he repeated his words, "And that is from Shudder alone, and not counting all the gifts and donations."
"From... Shudder? That streaming platform for Explorers?" Ayesha could really only take in a small gulp as she glanced at Rhys, "What about your WeTube earnings...?"
"Lina's doing a really good job setting up clips and highlights..." Rhys seemed a little hesitant to say more as he glanced at the driver, who quickly looked away and pretended to have her focus solely on the rough road ahead of them,
"...More or less a million or so."
"A million—You!" The truck bounced from the ground as Ayesha almost jumped from her seat, "You're pinching my balls right now, Recruit. What?"
"For once, I agree with the nincompoop," James nodded his bald head, "Unlike... the people on the Surface, these people have already been hardened by the Underworld — there is no saying what will happen."
"Can't hurt to try," Rhys let out a short but very deep breath as he started walking to the city, "Where are they gathering?"
"They should be in the city hall," James and Erik followed behind Rhys, "But... there's just one tiny teeny problem, Rhys Wilder."
"And what's that?"
"Well... you can just see for yourself."
The reason why Rhys and Ayesha were back in the Underworld is just for one very simple reason — Rhys wanted to bring the Lowborns from the Underworld back to the Surface and recruit them to the guild, because it is as James said, the Lowborns have the Underworld have already been hardened.
He had even started making arrangements for everyone's living situation; buying the lots around Wilder's Harem's HQ. And since it was situated on the border of the Danger Zone, Rhys was able to just make a deposit at a very low cost; some of the members of Wilder's Harem were actually already building their own houses there.
And as Rhys was thinking of more ways to improve their headquarters, they finally arrived in the city hall...
...only to find absolutely no one there.
"And here lies the problem, Rhys Wilder," James stood in front of Rhys; his bald head, perhaps the only thing shining in the city hall, "No one seems to be interested in joining your guild, despite all the benefits."
"Which is crazy AF," Erik clicked his tongue several times, "Because I would join your guild if you just actually invited me."
"I share the same sentiment," James nodded, "At least you wouldn't waste the truck you brought."
"No one is interested...?" Rhys could not help but just stare at the empty hall, "But why? I'm offering them jobs."
"Because they don't want to work, Mr. Rhys Wilder."
And as Rhys, James, and Erik were filling the entire hall with sighs of contemplation, a man suddenly entered from the other entrance; carrying a wide smile on his face as he looked at Rhys, his fat cheeks bouncing up and down as he walked.
"It is truly a fine honor that someone as prestigious and famous as you take the time to visit our humble city, Mr. Rhys Wilder," the fat man let out a hearty chuckle as he clapped, "But I am afraid you should have not come here."
"That's Mayor Gordon," Erik whispered, "He's a bad egg."
"It's nice to meet you too, Sir," Rhys stood up straight, "I hope you don't mind, but is it possible for me to just go around and talk to some of your residents? I'm—"
"Well, you should ask them yourself."
And before Rhys could even finish his words, several more people started entering the hall — Lowborns, with all of them carrying random weapons, some even equipped with rifles.
"Get... get out of our land, you colonizer!"
"...Seriously?"