The tribes that established a firm foothold in the central Wasteland were often either extremely numerous or possessed immense individual strength.

Tribes like the Giant Demons and Ratmen fell into the numerous category. The cities they built were often massive, controlled by the most powerful clans within the tribe.

And then there were those like the Elemental Creatures, who excelled in individual might. Often, just three or five Elemental Creatures could go up against an entire enemy unit without breaking a sweat.

The Headhunter also cleared up one of Li Ziyu’s questions. Ever since transmigrating to this Otherworld, Li Ziyu had been curious about its combat systems.

Among the Transmigrator City Lords, there were Races like Giant Beasts, Demons, and the Dragon Race. Just hearing those names was enough to know how powerful they were. It stood to reason that the Natives of this Otherworld must also have forces capable of contending with them.

The problem was, up until now, Li Ziyu hadn’t encountered any particularly powerful Races. Whether it was the Lizardmen, goblins, or even the Headhunter Race, they all seemed to fall within a normal range of strength.

Now, after hearing the one-armed Headhunter’s explanation, he understood. It wasn’t that such Races didn’t exist; it was that his own territory was simply too remote for him to have encountered them.

"So, do you know which Race was the first to start hunting City Lords?" The Headhunter was being very cooperative, so Li Ziyu’s tone softened, and he asked in a gentler voice.

"The Mouse Race. It was the Mouse Race that first attacked City Lords like you and seized a fortress," the Headhunter said with almost no hesitation. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Li Ziyu’s gaze swept over the other Headhunters. He noticed they all had vacant expressions; they only knew that hunting fortresses brought benefits, but nothing more.

"Tell me about the Mouse Race." A Race that dared to make a move on a City Lord was undoubtedly a threat. Li Ziyu naturally wanted to learn as much as he could.

The one-armed Headhunter hesitated, then faltered before speaking again. "I don’t know much about the tribes from the deep interior."

"Just tell us what you know. What are the Mouse Race like? What’s their population? Say whatever you know," Liu Xingxing said, stopping his constant note-taking. He looked up, his eyes shining.

He was having a blast today, hearing all sorts of strange and fascinating things that satisfied his curiosity.

Although he could see plenty of occult stuff on the chat channels and forums, it always felt unreal and distant. Nothing was as reliable as hearing it in person.

"Alright. The Mouse Race is part of the Beastman Race. Their population exceeds a million, and they have many clans. They’re powerful enough to rival the Giant Demons. That’s all I know," the one-armed Headhunter said helplessly.

The place they lived was too remote and cut off from information. It was only because he had a knack for gathering intelligence that he knew anything about the Central Races. Most of his people knew nothing at all.

After speaking, he glanced furtively at Li Ziyu, only to find the Master of the Undead staring into space, his eyes vacant.

[Private Chat]

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: You dead?

Conscience Merchant: You’re not dead? Did you escape the siege? Were your losses heavy?

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Ummm... I didn’t escape.

Conscience Merchant: HOLY SHIT, you were captured? You got captured and you still have the nerve to chat with me for fun? Let me tell you, the Headhunters are cannibals! They might look human-like, but to them, Humans are food!

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Why would I be the one captured?

Conscience Merchant: ...

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Why couldn’t I be the one capturing them?

Conscience Merchant: You think I’d believe you could capture the Headhunter Race with a few hundred Skeletons?!

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Who said I only have a few hundred Undead? What, we both transmigrated, you think I’d just be stagnating?

Li Ziyu’s message sent a jolt through Conscience Merchant. ’That’s right,’ he thought. ’We’re both Transmigrators with system assistance. Our development speed can’t be measured by common sense.’

Could it be...

Conscience Merchant: Don’t tell me... you actually defeated the Headhunters who besieged you and took them prisoner?

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: You’re overthinking it.

Conscience Merchant stared at the message, the corner of his mouth twitching. Muttering curses, he was about to type out a reply to chew Li Ziyu out. ’Is he just messing with me? Does he think this is funny?!’

’This is a life-and-death situation, for crying out loud! How can he talk about it like it’s a dinner party?’

He had just typed out his message and was about to send it when a new one arrived. After a single glance, Conscience Merchant froze his hand, silently deleted the string of profanity he was about to send, and was left speechless for a long moment.

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: What would I do with so many prisoners? I just kept a few who could talk. I killed the rest.

Killed the rest...

’Bro, you’re on another level.’

’How long has it been? When they first met, Conscience Merchant had observed the Undead Fortress and didn’t think Li Ziyu was particularly strong. He was even stressing out over Skeletons. How much time had passed since then? Was he not even afraid of the Headhunter Race anymore?’

Conscience Merchant felt he had truly underestimated this Transmigrator, the Undead City Lord.

Conscience Merchant: Are you serious? You really wiped out the Headhunters who were attacking you?

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: What do I gain from lying to you? Anyway, I’m here to ask you something. Have you heard of the Mouse Race?

Conscience Merchant: I know of the Mouse Race. They’re a Race in the Wasteland. I don’t know much about them, though. Why the sudden interest?

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Heh, because the ones who first started messing with Transmigrators were the Mouse Race.

HOLY SHIT!

Seeing this message, Conscience Merchant shot up from his chair, his eyes wide as saucers.

Conscience Merchant: Where did you get this information? Is it reliable?

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: A Headhunter Race prisoner told me. Not sure if it’s true, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Can’t go wrong with being prepared, right?

Conscience Merchant: You’re right. Wait a sec, I remember seeing a post about the Mouse Race on the forums. I’ll go look for it.

With that message, Conscience Merchant went offline.

Liu Xingxing saw Li Ziyu staring into space and knew he must be looking at the system. He didn’t disturb him, merely watching the Headhunter prisoners below with vigilance.

Fortunately, the prisoners were all missing limbs and had lost a lot of blood. Even though they’d been bandaged, they were still weak and in no mood to cause trouble.

Li Ziyu had sent the information to Conscience Merchant, telling him to find some intel. He tapped his fingers, closed the system interface, and his gaze cleared. Only then did Liu Xingxing approach him. Li Ziyu turned and gave him a questioning look.

"Boss, can we not kill these people just yet?" Liu Xingxing asked in a low voice.

"You have more questions?" Li Ziyu glanced at Liu Xingxing, his eyes warning him, ’Don’t get soft on me and cause trouble.’

"No, it’s not that. I just feel like these people know more than we do. What if they’re useful?" Liu Xingxing quickly explained, afraid Li Ziyu would misunderstand.

Li Ziyu pondered this for a moment and felt Liu Xingxing had a point. These guys who lived in the Wasteland possessed firsthand information, which was far more useful than posts on the chat channels or forums.

’There’s no harm in keeping them for now,’ he thought. ’It won’t be too late to kill them after I’ve squeezed every last bit of value out of them.’

He scanned the kneeling Headhunters below, then glanced at Liu Xingxing. Li Ziyu stood up. "Take them away."

The anxious Headhunter prisoners breathed a sigh of relief. At least they wouldn’t die now. ’As long as they give us time,’ they thought, ’there’s still a chance to escape!’