Randy’s troops clashed with the enemy’s forces, the sound of swords, shields, and the cries of soldiers filling the air. The tier 2 troops were more powerful than Randy had anticipated, with each enemy soldier managing to wound or take down at least three of Randy’s tier 1 soldiers before finally being overwhelmed. Watching from his tower, Randy’s face was a mix of frustration and panic. “Damn it!” he yelled. “At this rate, all my troops will die. I can’t afford to lose any of them.”

  Each of Randy’s soldiers was precious to him, and he knew that if they all fell, it would be over. His fortress, his future plans, his rise to power—all would be shattered. Desperately, Randy wracked his brain for a solution. “Should I join the fight myself?” he thought. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Lords weren’t meant to fight on the frontlines; even a tier 1 soldier with shabby gear could suppress them.

  Suddenly, an idea struck him. “The lord panel!” He opened the building menu, scrolling through the options until something caught his eye.

  Revival Center:

  ?Revives fallen troops from battle when attacking another fortress. They won’t retain their memories of the battle, and the building’s capacity is low.

  Hospital:

  ?Heals troops that are wounded when defending your fortress. The building’s capacity is high.

  Randy’s heart raced. He carefully read the descriptions. “Revival center when attacking and Hospital center when defending…” He glanced at his battlefield. He was defending his fortress right now. “The hospital is my best bet.”

  The thought of having to play defense in the long run frustrated him. He was now on the path to becoming a trap account—a defense-based fortress that would rely on healing troops rather than reviving them in attacks. “Damn it,” Randy muttered, “I’ll deal with the consequences later. For now, I have to survive this battle.”

  With a deep breath, he made his decision. “Construct!” he shouted. A massive hospital rose from the ground within his fortress, complete with a red roof and stone walls.

  Back on the battlefield, Randy’s troops were being brutally cornered. One by one, their limbs were torn apart by the enemy’s tier 2 soldiers. “How dare they toy with my soldiers!” Randy yelled in frustration, watching the fat enemy lord laugh from his watchtower. “That serves you right, you lowly beast!” the enemy taunted.

  But just as Randy’s soldiers were on the brink of death, they disappeared. Moments later, they reappeared in his newly built Hospital, categorized as “wounded” instead of dead.

  Would you like to heal your wounded troops?

  Cost: 0 wood, 0 food, 0 metal.

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  Randy didn’t hesitate. “Yes!” he shouted.

  Bright light enveloped the hospital, and in no time, Randy’s troops returned to the battlefield, fully healed and ready to fight once more. Randy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No way!” he gasped. “I can fight forever!”

  Encouraged by this revelation, Randy rallied his soldiers. “Charge, warriors! Don’t fear death as long as I’m here!”

  His troops responded with renewed vigor, pushing back the enemy’s forces. The fat lord’s face paled. “How are his troops back already? How many does this guy have?” Did he just summon more?

  Watching from his tower, the enemy lord’s mind raced. “He must be using the Revival center building, but… he can’t revive so many at once. The fat lord grinned, thinking he had the upper hand. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

  However, what the fat lord didn’t know was that Randy wasn’t reviving his troops—he was healing them. His hospital had a capacity of 200, while the revival center the fat lord used had a far lower capacity of 5 . Randy watched as the enemy struggled to keep pace. “His troops are slowing down,” Randy muttered. “He can’t revive faster than I kill. His revival building can only hold so many at a time .” For every 6 troops that I killed in succession he lost 1 permanently I wilted his force down he had about 2 troops left. They also cost resources to revive being tier 2 troops they can be pretty expensive to revive repeatedly

  The fat lord, realizing his situation, grew desperate. He screamed in desperation, “I want to join an alliance!”

  The system responded immediately:

  It’s detected that this lord wants to join an alliance. Here’s a list of the alliance rankings.

  He panicked, scrolling through the options, his heart racing.

  “He shouted Random ”! Join a random alliance.

  Without hesitation, he selected it.

  You have successfully joined the Tiger Legion, ranked in the top 100 worldwide, with 5 members.

  “Yes!” he shouted in relief. “Top 100! That’s powerful!” He quickly opened the alliance chat. “Alliance members, I’ve just joined! Please, reinforce me! I’m under attack!”

  But his new allies were locked in their own battles. One by one, they replied that they couldn’t help, telling him to hold out on his own. His heart sank. “Damn it!” he cursed, realizing that no help would come.

  In a last-ditch effort, he turned to flee, hoping to reach one of his alliance members’ fortresses on his map and seek refuge. “As long as I don’t die,” he thought, “my fortress will only be left in ruins, but I can rebuild.” Yet, his overweight form slowed him down. Randy’s troops were closing in fast; they broke into his castle before he could escape, they pinned him to the ground, tied him up, and slung him over a horse.

  The fat lord was carried back to Randy’s fortress in shame, defeated and humiliated.

  With a smirk, Randy approached. “You dared to attack me the moment the protection shield dropped? It’s only right I give you a proper death.” He raised his sword and swiftly decapitated the fat lord not wanting a beckon to shine over his fortress.

  As the enemy fortress crumbled in the distance, Randy sighed in satisfaction. His troops gathered around him, still 18 cavalry, 18 range, and 18 infantry—the same number he started with.

  “That was actually kind of fun,” Randy mused, wiping the sweat from his brow. “As long as I have enough hospital space, I can keep summoning my troops back to the battlefield. And with enough battle experience, they’ll become stronger over time. I can rise to the top as a trap base. Let the pay-to-win players underestimate me. I dare them to attack,” Randy thought, a determined smirk on his face. “Given enough time, I could probably take on an entire alliance by myself.” As long as I have enough hospital space to heal faster then they kill

  Randy’s eyes gleamed with newfound ambition. “I’ve found my path. I’ll become the strongest trap base, provoking attacks and overwhelming them with an endless sea of troops. After I drain there force down then I’ll launch my attack at there base when there’s a 100% percent certainty I won’t lose any troops One day, I’ll stand at the top.”