Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Chapter 22: She rejected every single request

[Alex, I was wrong!]

[My lord, I want to apologize...]

[My lord, I've contacted my aunt!]

[Big boss...]

...

When the resellers realized Cain and the Maid Factory owner could only process a few hundred units per hour, they immediately backpedaled, ditching the "mistress" and trying to return to the "wife." Apologies and friend requests flooded Alex's inbox, all promising to accept the 10-unit fee and swearing never to cancel again.

Alex ignored them. They had treated her like dirt; now she would treat them like dust. She rejected every single request.

Undeterred, the resellers turned to Sophie, Alex's sole agent. Sophie, being a tender fifteen-year-old, was easily swayed by their groveling and small gifts of resources.

[Ding!]

[You have a new message!]

It was Sophie.

[Sophie]: "Alex, we're back in business! All the cancelled orders are back! Plus some new ones! I estimate almost two million units! That's four million units in commission for me! I'm gonna be rich!"

Alex rolled her eyes.

[Alex]: "Seriously? Have you forgotten how they were cursing you this morning? There are no take-backs. I told them, cancellations are fine, but I won't work with them again. And I'm still going to beat up everyone who insulted you! I wouldn't even yell at you myself!"

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Sophie wanted to point out that Alex's first sentence *was* kind of a scolding, but she appreciated the concern.

[Sophie]: "Thanks, Alex!"

[Alex]: "What are siblings for? I'll go set things straight on the world channel."

Alex switched to the world channel.

[World Channel 11111 (10,000 users)]

Alex: "Announcement. One: I said I wouldn't take orders from anyone who cancelled this morning. That hasn't changed. Two: To those who insulted my agent, stay alive. Once newbie protection ends, I'm coming for you. I keep my promises. Three: I'm still processing meat. The fee is 10 units. However... the agent fee is now 3 units. Four: My current processing capacity is 50,000 units per hour. It's 2 PM. Four hours till nightfall. I can process 200,000 more units today. First come, first served. Contact Sophie."

The world channel erupted. Some cursed her...

"Who do you think you are?! Just because you got lucky with fire! You think you're hot stuff?!"

"Never take my orders again? You know what my units are? Hellhounds! King-rank! 5 points in all stats at level 1! Five times stronger than your average scrubs! Don't mess with me!"

"You're gonna beat up everyone who insulted your agent? Come at me! Don't wait for newbie protection to end! I'm in the Sunset Mountains! Come find me, you coward!"

...

Most of the haters were the ones who had cancelled their orders. A few others were just annoyed by what they perceived as Alex's arrogance. But they were the minority. Most were... impressed.

"Did she say 50,000 units per hour? How many units does she have?!"

"Let's do the math. Mike said Cain has 30 Elite Great Apes, plus himself, and they can process 500 units per hour. So, 31 units for 500 units of meat. 200,000 divided by 500 is 400. 400 times 31... 12,400 units! Alex has 12,400 units!"

"12,400?! No way! It's only day two!"

"Well, it's just an estimate. Maybe she has a factory or something..."

"A factory would be even more insane!"

"Yeah, we can't even get cooked meat, and she has a *factory*?"

"Suddenly, I feel like I'm just... here to make up the numbers."

"+1"

"+2"

"+123456!"

...

The world channel was always full of noise. The smart ones went straight to Sophie with their resources.

[Sophie, I want to place an order!]

[Hee hee, order!]

[I want to order! Missed the first batch, missed the second... third time's the charm, right?]

Following Alex's instructions, Sophie accepted the first 200,000 units worth of orders.

[Sorry, you're too late! Today's quota is full. Come back tomorrow!] She even politely informed those who missed out. A kind soul. Alex's affection for her wasn't just familial.

Alex received the 200,000 units of raw meat and set her Skeletal Warriors to work. 229 walking, talking (well, not talking) barbeque grills, each laden with meat, shuffling towards the bonfires. A truly skeletal spectacle.

Two hours later, Alex's mana was full.

[Mana: 120 (Regenerates 1 point per minute)]

"Time to summon more!" Necromantic Summoning. 2 mana per skeleton. And the corpses? The Giant Crab Spiders Arthur and John had slain were still lying around, fresh as daisies. A veritable buffet of bodies. It would be a shame to waste them.

"Arthur, pick me up!" Time for Alex's signature move: the Corpse Crawl.