《World Tower Defense I became a Trap Base Lord will you even touch my walls》


 The Rise of the Forsaken Lord

    The night had always been cold for Randy. The streets of his city, once filled with indifferent strangers, had become his final resting place. His clothes were tattered, his body frail, and his mind barely holding onto the threads of reality. He had survived through a life no one should ever endure¡ªabused, mocked, abandoned. His family gone, and his dignity stripped away, he lay on the cold concrete, knowing the end was near.


    But before darkness could take him, a flash of blinding light enveloped the entire world. Randy¡¯s frail body disappeared, along with millions of others.


    Randy¡¯s eyes shot open, and he found himself standing on a strange stone floor. The chill of the streets was gone. He was no longer homeless¡ªno longer on the brink of death. Confusion clouded his mind as he took in his surroundings. The air was different, the sky was a dull, ominous gray, and before him stood a massive fortress. The walls were high, made of sturdy stone, but they were bare, lacking defenses.


    This¡­ this wasn¡¯t Earth anymore.


    Suddenly, a booming voice echoed in his ears, and Randy instinctively clutched his head. The voice was powerful and overwhelming, but the words were clear:


    ¡°Welcome, Lords! You have all been transported to the World Tower Defense. Each of you is now the lord of your own fortress. Your mission is simple: build, defend, conquer! Use your resources to construct barracks, train troops, and prepare for battle. You have five days of protection¡ªno one can attack during this period. But after that, war will begin. Only the strong will survive, and those who falter will be destroyed.¡±


    The voice paused, then continued, ¡°All your possessions from Earth have been converted into resources for you to begin your journey. Use them wisely. Let the World Tower Defense begin!¡±


    Randy¡¯s heart sank. Resources? He had nothing. On Earth, he was penniless, barely surviving off scraps, begging from those who despised him. His thoughts raced¡ªwhat could he possibly have now? The voice spoke of wealth, but Randy had none.


    The Lord¡¯s Interface:


    A strange screen appeared in Randy¡¯s mind, and he felt a tug to look at it. It was the Lord Stat Screen, filled with numbers, stats, and resources. But as his eyes scanned the list, his worst fears were confirmed.


    Resource Summary:


    ?Stone:0


    ?Wood: 12


    ?Food: 1


    ?Metal:0


    ?Gold: 0


    The other lords would have abundant resources from their former wealth¡ªmillions in gold, endless food supplies, valuable materials to create armies. But Randy had nothing. His starting pack was pitiful, a reflection of the life he had left behind. Even now, in this new world, he had been dealt the same cruel hand.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Randy clenched his fists. ¡°It¡¯s just like Earth¡­ everyone else will build, grow stronger, while I¡¯m left to starve,¡± he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.


    Flashback:


    Randy¡¯s memories flooded back to him. The taunts, the abuse, the way people spat on him and called him filth whenever he asked for help. The times he¡¯d been beaten down, cast aside like garbage. He remembered his father¡¯s cruel face, the monsters who had taken his innocence away at just five years old. His mother had died mysteriously, and no one cared enough to investigate. He had been left alone, barely surviving on the streets.


    But here, things could be different. Despite the hopelessness in his resources, something within Randy stirred. What if¡­ what if I don¡¯t give up this time? He had nothing to lose. He was used to fighting for survival.


    The New World:


    Randy stepped toward the heart of his fortress¡ªa small, dilapidated building with a banner fluttering in the wind. There was nothing impressive about it. No towering barracks or mighty troops training in the field. But it was his, and in this world, he had been given a chance. Even if it seemed impossible.


    The voice had spoken of building barracks, training troops, and conquering other lords to take their resources. Five days of protection would pass quickly, and Randy knew that if he didn¡¯t prepare, he would be the first to fall.


    He opened the interface and scrolled to the Building Menu.


    Randy¡¯s mind raced. He couldn¡¯t compete with the others through sheer force¡ªhe had no gold, no allies and a small resource count, his frustration boiling. He couldn¡¯t afford a barracks yet. His options were limited to the most basic resource buildings, but he had no choice. He gritted his teeth and made his decision.


    ¡°At least I can start with this,¡± he muttered, selecting the cheapest options from the menu. He placed down a farm, a wood camp, a stone mine, and a metal mine¡ªeach costing only a single unit of wood. The process was simple. These resource buildings would automatically generate what he needed, and all he had to do was press a button to collect them after a set period of time.


    Randy sighed, looking at his tiny, unimpressive empire. ¡°At least I won¡¯t go hungry anymore¡­ but this is far from enough. I need to get my barracks up soon. But for now¡­ I¡¯ll work with what I have.¡±


    He stared at the small buildings, his mind turning over darker thoughts. A deep rage simmered beneath the surface, years of resentment clawing their way to the forefront. ¡°Damn it. I swear I¡¯ll get payback on everyone who¡¯s ever looked down on me.¡±


    His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms as the memories flashed before his eyes¡ªthe disgusted stares, the sneers, the cruel words. He could still see them clearly, those people who walked into stores and came out with big bags of food, candy, soda, and chips. They would purposely look his way to make sure that he saw it knowing that he was standing there with empty hands and hungry eyes, before getting into their fancy cars and driving away, leaving him with nothing.


    ¡°They¡¯re all monsters in their own way,¡± he hissed, his voice trembling with anger. ¡°I¡¯ve seen the dark side of people¡ªbeing homeless, stuck in those poor neighborhoods, watching how those with money treated me like dirt. But they¡¯ll get what¡¯s coming to them. I¡¯ll make sure of it.¡±


    His eyes darkened as he gazed at his fortress, his plans for the future already forming in his mind. ¡°I¡¯ll torture every one of those disgusting people in the most gruesome way possible. They had no sympathy for me, and I¡¯ll have none for them.¡±


    This world had given him a chance¡ªa chance to become powerful, to take control, to make those who had stepped on him pay for their cruelty. Randy smirked grimly, his resolve hardening.


    As the buildings started constructing, Randy sat down in the heart of his fortress. His body still weak from the life he had lived on Earth, but his mind sharper.


    ¡°This is just the beginning¡±

 The Path of a Fortress Lord

    Randy stood in the center of his humble fortress, feeling the weight of the world bear down on him. His mind was racing with possibilities and strategies as he opened his Lord Stat Screen for the first time.


    Name: Lord Randy


    Troop Force: 0.                   Lords Captured: 0


    Resource Amount:


    ?Food: 1


    ?Wood: 8                             ?Stone: 0                             ?Metal: 0


    ?Gold: 0


    The numbers on the screen felt as small as they looked. Barely any resources, no troops, and the most basic of buildings at his disposal. But this was his starting point, better than the life of nothingness he¡¯d lived before.


    He clenched his fists. ¡°This is my new chance. I won¡¯t stay weak.¡±


    Randy pressed the Building Menu and a new set of options unfolded before his eyes.


    Territory Buildings:


    ?Farm


    ?Wood Camp                      ?Stone Mine


    ?Metal Mine


    These were the basics, the foundational buildings that would allow him to gather the resources he needed. He had already placed one of each, but he needed more¡ªfar more¡ªto stand a chance in this brutal world.


    His eyes drifted to another section of the menu, and he felt his heart tighten when he saw the details of his fortress.


    Lord¡¯s Fortress (Level 1)


    All buildings will upgrade to the level of the Lord¡¯s Fortress.


    Cost to upgrade Lord¡¯s Fortress:


    ?100 Wood


    ?100 Stone


    ?100 Metal


    Randy let out a frustrated breath. ¡°100 for each? I don¡¯t even have a barracks yet, and they¡¯re asking for this?¡± He scrolled further down the menu and saw the barracks option.


    Barracks


    ?Construction Cost: 20 Wood, 20 Stone, 20 Metal


    Description -Used to train troops to defend or attack.


    It wasn¡¯t the only building that caught his eye. Beneath the barracks, another option appeared.


    Research Lab


    ?Construction Cost: 19 Wood, 19 Stone, 19 Metal


    ?Used to research stronger-level troops. Only troops corresponding to the building¡¯s level can be researched.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Beneath that was a list of troop tiers:


    Troop Tiers:


    ?Tier 1 Troops


    ?Tier 2 Troops


    ?Tier 3 Troops


    ?Tier 4 Troops


    ?Tier 5 Troops


    ?Tier 6 Troops


    ?Tier ???


    The higher the tier, the stronger the troops. Randy¡¯s mind whirled. ¡°I can¡¯t even get Tier 1 troops yet. By the time I get my barracks, these other lords will have Tier 2, maybe Tier 3 troops. I need to move faster.¡±


    But then, something else caught his attention. Two new buildings appeared on the screen, each one is a game-changing choice.


    Revival Center


    ?You can revive falling troops that died in the battle when attacking another fortress they won¡¯t have memorys from the battle and this buildings capacity is low


    Hospital


    ?Hospital is were you can heal the troops that are wounded when defending your fortress and this building capacity is high


    A message flashed in red: ¡°You may only choose one. Once selected, the other one will be permanently locked.¡±


    Randy frowned. ¡°I can only choose one¡­ this must be a critical turning point for every lord. The wrong choice could mean life or death.¡± He stared at the two options, unable to decide at that moment. ¡°I¡¯ll come back to this later,¡± he muttered, closing the screen.


    Now that his resource buildings were up and running, Randy checked his production rate. The farm, wood camp, stone mine, and metal mine were each producing 5 resources per day. It wasn¡¯t much, but it was something.


    ¡°At this rate, I¡¯ll have enough to build a barracks in four days. That leaves me with only one day to train troops before the protection period ends.¡± Randy¡¯s brow furrowed. ¡°That¡¯s not enough time. I need more resources, faster.¡±


    Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath his feet.


    Boom!


    Randy¡¯s heart pounded in his chest as the rumbling grew stronger. ¡°What the hell is going on?¡± he shouted, scanning his surroundings. ¡°I thought we had a five-day protection shield! Is my fortress being attacked already?¡±


    Fear gripped him. Had the system lied? Were they under siege? He ran to the edge of his fortress walls and peered out into the distance, only to see something far more alarming.


    A massive structure was rising beyond his territory¡ªa towering fortress that gleamed ominously in the fading light.


    ¡°No way¡­¡± Randy muttered, his eyes wide. ¡°That¡¯s another lord¡¯s fortress! And it¡¯s already at Level 2?!¡±


    His heart sank. ¡°Damn it! That guy must¡¯ve had some valuable assets before the teleportation. This is a fucking pay-to-win!¡± Randy cursed under his breath, slamming his fist into the stone wall. ¡°Why is he so close to me? Does this mean I¡¯ll have to face him once the protection period ends?¡±


    The sight of the upgraded fortress filled him with dread. The other lord was already ahead of him¡ªprobably already gathering Tier 2 troops. Randy didn¡¯t even have the resources for Tier 1.


    ¡°I was going to save up for the barracks, but at this rate, it¡¯ll take me four days just to build it. That only leaves one day to train troops¡­ I can¡¯t let that happen.¡±


    Determination surged through him. He opened the Building Menu and pressed Build with renewed urgency.


    Farm x2


    Stone Mine x2


    Wood Camp x2


    Metal Mine x2


    ¡°With this, I¡¯ll produce 15 of each resource a day. That¡¯ll cut the time in half.¡± Randy sighed in relief. ¡°I can build the barracks in two days and still have time to train troops before the protection shield drops.¡±


    His mind was racing with plans. He couldn¡¯t compete with the rich lords yet, but he would find a way. He had always been the underdog, and this was no different. If there was one thing Randy knew, it was survival.


    ¡°You¡¯ve had your time at the top,¡± Randy muttered, glancing at the rising fortress in the distance. ¡°But this time, I¡¯ll be the one to come out on top.¡±


    For the first time in his life, Randy had the tools to fight back. And he wouldn¡¯t stop until every last one of them paid for the cruelty they¡¯d shown him.

 A Taste of Comfort

    Randy sat on the edge of his small, cozy mattress inside the stone hut, taking in a deep breath. For the first time in years, he wasn¡¯t hungry. He wasn¡¯t thirsty. His new life as a lord had come with food and water¡ªautomatically supplied by the fortress system without any special requirements. It was simple, yet more than he ever had in his old life.


    He leaned back, feeling the soft bedding beneath him. It wasn¡¯t luxurious, but it was his. ¡°This¡­ this is better than anything I¡¯ve ever known.¡± Randy closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the mattress. The feeling of a roof over his head, even one as simple as a stone hut, brought a peace he had never experienced.


    The first day in his new life had passed, and despite the looming danger, Randy felt a quiet satisfaction. His fortress, though small, was his sanctuary. It spanned about 20 meters in every direction, surrounded by a modest stone wall, standing about 10 feet high. A lookout tower, only slightly taller at 12 feet, offered a vantage point of the barren, rocky land that stretched out beyond his walls.


    Randy climbed up the lookout tower, gazing out into the distance. The land was flat and unyielding¡ªno trees, no life, just a desolate expanse seemingly designed for war. He shuddered at the thought. This world was built for conflict, but for now, he had food, water, and shelter. It was enough.


    ¡°That¡¯s more than I ever had,¡± he muttered to himself, smiling at the small victories he had achieved in just one day.


    But his eyes couldn¡¯t avoid the imposing structure about 100 meters away¡ªhis neighbor¡¯s Level 2 fortress. It towered over his modest fort, standing 30 feet high with walls that looked impenetrable. From time to time, Randy would hear the unmistakable sound of swords clashing from within the fortress walls.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°They¡¯re already training their troops,¡± Randy said through gritted teeth. His envy was hard to suppress. ¡°Damn it¡­ that guy must have been rich before all of this. He probably has Tier 2 troops by now, and I don¡¯t even have one.¡±


    He turned away from the sight of the towering fortress and looked back at his own small camp. He was far from ready to face a threat like that, but at least he had one more day. His resource production had increased, and he would soon have enough to build his barracks and summon his first troops.


    Randy leaned on the stone wall of his fortress, staring out into the horizon. ¡°Just one more day¡­¡± he whispered to himself. Tomorrow, he¡¯d finally start summoning troops¡ªhis first real step toward defending himself in this war-torn world. But that wasn¡¯t all he was thinking about.


    A strange mix of excitement and nerves filled him. ¡°I¡¯ve never had any friends before¡­ never even been close to anyone,¡± he muttered. ¡°Still a virgin too.¡± He smirked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. ¡°Before I die in this world, I need to experience it at least once. Just one time.¡±


    The thoughts of revenge, power, and desire swirled in his mind as he turned back toward his stone hut. He jumped onto the mattress, eager for the day to end. ¡°Just sleep, Randy. The faster you sleep, the faster tomorrow comes,¡± he told himself, hoping to speed up the clock.


    As he lay in bed, staring at the stone ceiling, Randy couldn¡¯t help but think about what was next. His mind was racing, imagining what his troops would be like, how he would finally rise to power in this new world.


    ¡°Tomorrow¡¯s the day,¡± he whispered. ¡°I¡¯m going to change everything. And I¡¯ll make them all pay for what they did to me. One by one.¡±


    With those thoughts lingering, Randy closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, waiting for the dawn of a new day.

 The First summoning

    Randy woke up with a start, excitement surging through him as he realized it was the second day. He had waited long enough, and now it was finally time to collect his resources and make his first real step toward power. He sat up quickly, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and immediately checked his stat panel.


    Resource:


    ?Wood: 30


    ?Stone: 30


    ?Food: 30


    ?Metal: 30


    ¡°Perfect,¡± Randy muttered to himself. ¡°It¡¯s time to build the barracks.¡±


    He couldn¡¯t hold back his excitement as he pressed the construction button. ¡°Construct!¡± he shouted, and almost immediately, the ground began to rumble beneath his feet. He watched in awe as a massive building rose in his fortress¡ªa dark and intimidating structure with a red roof, metal walls, and a stone floor. At the center of the building, an altar stood, topped with a skull that seemed to stare down at him.


    A voice rang in his ear. ¡°You have now crafted the barracks and can begin summoning troops.¡±


    Randy¡¯s heart raced as he looked at the barracks menu. It listed the types of troops he could summon: Cavalry, Ranged, and Infantry.


    ?Cavalry: Swordsmen on horseback, fast and powerful.


    ?Ranged: Spearmen with long weapons that could strike from a distance.


    ?Infantry: Agile soldiers with short daggers, skilled in quick, close combat.


    He also noticed the strengths and weaknesses of each type: Cavalry was strong against Ranged, Ranged was strong against Infantry, and Infantry was strong against Cavalry. The balance of power was clear, and Randy realized he¡¯d have to think carefully in the future about which troops to send into battle.


    ¡°Okay, time to summon.¡± He grinned. The barracks was only Level 1, so he could only summon Tier 1 troops for now, but it was a start. The cost was reasonable: 1 unit each of food, wood, and stone and metal for every soldier.


    Resources left


    Wood-10


    Stone-10


    Food-10


    Metal-10


    ¡°Summon 2 Cavalry unit, 4 Ranged units, and 4 Infantry units!¡± Randy shouted, eager to see his new army.


    Resources left


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    Stone-0


    Food-0


    Metal-0


    A bright blue flash filled the barracks, and moments later, his troops appeared before him. His heart sank slightly as he took in their appearance¡ªrusted swords, dull spears, and tattered armor. ¡°Damn it,¡± he muttered under his breath. ¡°Their equipment is so shabby¡­ how can they fight like this?¡±


    Still, Randy smiled and addressed his troops. ¡°Hello, my name is Randy. You will be the warriors who guard my fortress.¡±


    The troops straightened up and saluted. ¡°Yes, Sir! It is our honor to guard the Lord¡¯s fortress and die in battle for you!¡±


    Randy nodded, satisfied with their dedication. ¡°Alright, you¡¯re dismissed. Head to the training ground and start practicing. It¡¯s over there.¡±


    The training ground, a simple level 1 area that had come with his territory, was bare and old, but it was enough for now. The troops marched off, looking around as they familiarized themselves with the small fortress.


    Randy climbed back up the lookout tower, gazing once again at the Level 2 fortress looming about 100 meters away. It was much larger and more formidable than his own¡ªstanding 30 feet high and made of stronger materials. He could hear the clashing of swords and the battle cries of the lord¡¯s troops as they trained for war.


    ¡°Tomorrow, I¡¯ll summon 15 more troops,¡± Randy whispered to himself, his eyes narrowing. ¡°I¡¯ll kill that lord and seize all their resources. They must have so much, and with their buildings at level 2, their production rate is insane. I need to make my move before they grow too strong.¡±


    He glanced back at his own training ground and saw his soldiers sparring. Their skills weren¡¯t bad, but it was clear they needed better weapons and armor. Their attacks lacked power, and the rusted equipment wasn¡¯t helping. Still, they showed promise.


    ¡°Just need to build them up,¡± Randy muttered. ¡°They never get tired, and they don¡¯t consume food. At least I¡¯ve got that going for me.¡±


    The next day arrived quickly. Randy summoned 15 more troops¡ª5 Cavalry, 5 Ranged, and 5 Infantry¡ªand sent them off to the training ground. The sounds of swords clashing filled the air, echoing throughout the fortress.


    Meanwhile, at the Level 2 fortress beyond Randy¡¯s walls, a fat, ugly man stood on a balcony, his stomach hanging out of his shirt as he grinned with satisfaction. He stared down at his own Tier 2 troops, who were training with pristine weapons and sturdy armor.


    ¡°Now that I have Tier 2 troops, I¡¯m one of the strongest in this world,¡± the man sneered. ¡°They¡¯re expensive as hell, but it¡¯s worth it. Tier 1 troops are garbage compared to these.¡± He had stopped summoning Tier 1 troops entirely, saving his resources for the more powerful soldiers.


    As the man watched his troops, his eyes drifted toward Randy¡¯s small fortress in the distance. ¡°That little rat next door¡­ only a Level 1 fortress, huh?¡± He chuckled darkly. ¡°I¡¯ll test my new power on him. Just wait. I¡¯ll capture that fortress, cut off his fingers one by one, and make him eat them. Then, I¡¯ll burn his walls to the ground.¡±


    The man¡¯s grin widened as he fantasized about torturing Randy. ¡°How dare you build your fortress so close to mine. You¡¯re nothing compared to me. I¡¯ll show you what real power looks like.¡±


    Back at his own fortress, Randy continued to watch his troops, unaware of the danger brewing so close to home. For now, he focused on the future, determined to grow stronger and take down anyone who stood in his way.

 The Battle Begins

    It was now day 4, and Randy had summoned another 15 troops, keeping things balanced as he had planned. His army now consisted of:


    ?13 Cavalry


    ?13 Ranged


    ?13 Infantry


    Randy paced around his stone hut, considering his strategy. ¡°That¡¯s not very impressive,¡± he muttered, ¡°but it¡¯s best to keep things even. You never know what the other lord might send.¡± He had learned enough to know that a march full of Cavalry could easily destroy a base if there weren¡¯t enough Infantry to counter them. Balance was the key, at least for now.


    As he stared out from his lookout tower, Randy found himself questioning his choices. ¡°Why does it feel like I¡¯m building to play defense instead of attack?¡± he asked aloud, frowning. ¡°Will I end up being the kind of lord who focuses on defense rather than offense?¡±


    The thought was strange to him this world was designed for lords to fight and conquer one another. But what if he did things differently? ¡°It would be kind of fun,¡± he mused. ¡°At least the other party wouldn¡¯t expect it.¡± He smirked at the idea of becoming a fortress lord, hard to break through, always holding his ground while the others wasted their resources trying to take him down.


    Besides, how could he possibly compete with the pay-to-win lords who already had Tier 2 troops? Some might even have Tier 3 by now, he realized, thinking of the billionaires who had plenty of resources in real life. They would dominate in power.


    ¡°I can¡¯t fight them head-on,¡± Randy muttered. ¡°But maybe I can find another way¡­ and use this upcoming battle to test it.¡±


    The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. The idea of commanding his own castle, with thousands of troops under his command, was thrilling. He could see himself at the top, seizing resources, becoming untouchable, with everyone, even the women, desiring to be his.


    ¡°I have to win this battle against the other lord, no matter what,¡± he said with determination.


    Day 5 arrived¡ªthe final day of the protection period. Randy summoned another 15 troops, bringing his total to:


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    ?18 Ranged


    ?18 Infantry


    He was feeling more confident now, ready to face whatever came his way. Suddenly, a loud voice rang in everyone¡¯s ears, echoing across the land:


    ¡°Hello, Lords. The 5-day protection period is now coming to an end in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1¡­¡±


    Randy watched as a huge jail cell rose from the ground inside his fortress. The voice continued:


    ¡°Alliance Features are now open and a jail has now been placed in all lord fortresses. You can now capture other lords and do whatever you want with them. You can kill them directly or imprison them. However, if you capture a lord, a red beacon will shine over your fortress, alerting others to your location. Please be cautious, as other lords may attack to save the captured lord. Let the World Tower Defense begin!¡±


    Randy stared at the jail in his fortress, his mind racing. ¡°So we can capture other lords now and join alliances? That changes things.¡± But he knew the beacon would make him a target. He couldn¡¯t afford to be reckless.


    He opened the world chat, curious to see what others were saying now that the protection was gone. It was in complete chaos.


    ?Lord King: ¡°Hey guys, please don¡¯t attack me! I only have a few Tier 1 troops. Don¡¯t bully the weak!¡±


    ?Super Strong Man: ¡°I have Tier 3 troops. I was a billionaire before coming here, LOL. I feel bad for y¡¯all.¡±


    ?Troop Slayer: ¡°You¡¯re lucky. I only managed to get Tier 2 troops, I just sent a march out to attack this lady fortress I can¡¯t wait into my troops bring her back I haven¡¯t had fun in a long time .¡±


    ?Lady Boom: ¡°You disgusting perv! If I find you, I¡¯ll kill you. I have Tier 3 troops as-well.¡±


    ?Leader Kong: Join my alliance let¡¯s team up and share resources will get stronger together


    Randy¡¯s heart sank. ¡°People already have Tier 3 troops,¡± he muttered. He had suspected as much, but seeing it confirmed was disheartening. ¡°I need to find a way to get more resources fast. I have to summon more troops if I want to stand a chance.¡±


    Suddenly, Randy¡¯s thoughts were interrupted by movement in the distance. He climbed up his lookout tower and saw a march of troops heading straight for his fortress. His blood ran cold.


    ¡°Damn it, that bastard¡¯s already planning to attack me!¡± he shouted. There was no time to strategize further. ¡°Troops, get ready! We¡¯re going into battle!¡±


    A teleportation light surrounded his troops, and they materialized in front of the fortress, their shabby gear glinting in the light of the sun. From across the battlefield, Randy could see the enemy troops clearly now¡ª15 Tier 2 soldiers, 5 Cavalry, 5 Ranged, and 5 Infantry. They were equipped with proper armor and weapons, far superior to Randy¡¯s army. The confidence on their faces showed they expected an easy victory.


    Behind them, the fat lord stood, grinning wickedly as he shouted, ¡°Charge! Capture that fool and bring him to me!¡±


    Randy clenched his fists and shouted, ¡°Charge!¡± His troops surged forward, ready to meet the enemy head-on, their rusty weapons gleaming in the harsh daylight.


    Despite the obvious advantage the enemy had in gear, Randy still had hope. ¡°I have more troops,¡± he muttered to himself. ¡°Let¡¯s see if numbers can close the gap between the tiers.¡±


    The battlefield was about to erupt into chaos, and Randy¡¯s future hung in the balance.

 The Worlds First Trap Base Lord

    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¡ªall 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¡ªa 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?


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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¡ªhe 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¡ªthe 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.¡±

 The spoils of War

    Randy surveyed the battlefield, feeling the weight of victory settle on him. His resources had been drained to zero before the battle, but the fat lord had been sitting on a fortune. As Randy¡¯s soldiers gathered the spoils, his fortress¡¯s coffers swelled with 200 wood, 200 stone, 200 food, and 200 metal.


    ¡°That fat guy was rich,¡± Randy muttered, already envisioning his next moves. Without hesitation, he upgraded his fortress to level 2. With the upgrade, all his buildings rose in strength as well¡ªhis walls now stood 30 feet high, and his lookout tower soared higher, granting him a much broader view of the land.


    From his new vantage point, Randy noticed two fortresses far off in ruins, smoke still rising from their destruction. ¡°Looks like they were attacked and defeated,¡± he mused. His gaze shifted north, where his heart momentarily sank. There, towering in the distance, was a level 3 fortress.


    ¡°Damn¡­ that guy must¡¯ve looted those other fortresses to get to level 3,¡± Randy muttered under his breath. ¡°He¡¯s probably just reached that level and hasn¡¯t summoned tier 3 troops yet. But still¡­ I need to act fast.¡±Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    With the level 2 upgrade, Randy¡¯s hospital had also expanded its capacity, now able to heal 500 soldiers at once. ¡°That¡¯s amazing!¡± he shouted, exhilarated. ¡°I can now heal an army if things go south.¡±


    However, when it came time to summon more troops, Randy hesitated. Should he begin researching tier 2 soldiers? The thought crossed his mind, but a recent discovery gave him pause. While the upgraded hospital allowed tier 2 troops to be revived, it would cost him resources to heal them¡ª his resources would drain quickly. Tier 1 soldiers, on the other hand, cost nothing to heal, making them ideal for his defense-focused strategy


    ¡°No,¡± Randy decided. ¡°T1 is better for me as a defensive account. I don¡¯t need to drain my resources unnecessarily. Let¡¯s summon more tier 1s.¡±


    After upgrading his fortress and constructing a research lab, Randy was left with:


    ?81 wood


    ?81 stone


    ?81 metal


    ?200 food


    With those resources, he summoned 81 soldiers¡ª27 cavalry, 27 infantry, and 27 ranged. This gave him a total number of 45 cavalry, 45 infantry, and 45 ranged units.


    As soon as they arrived, he addressed them with confidence. ¡°You¡¯re here to fight and to survive. Train hard, build up your battle experience, and surpass the average tier 1 soldiers.


    Randy watched as his newly summoned troops began their training. With his hospital at the ready, an army at his back, and the promise of healing


    with no cost, he knew he had a shot¡ªperhaps not just to survive, but to dominate.

 The Next Move

    Randy stood atop his newly reinforced fortress walls, gazing at the distant level 3 stronghold. The sight of it unsettled him, but he couldn¡¯t afford hesitation. His strategy was clear defend, build, and strike only when the time was right.


    His newly summoned troops were hard at work, training relentlessly. The cavalry drilled their charges, the infantry honed their formations, and the ranged units practiced precision. Each one of them was essential to his survival.


    But Randy knew that defense alone wasn¡¯t enough. He needed intelligence.


    ¡°Scout the ruined fortresses,¡± he commanded.


    A group of five scouts, lightly armored for speed, set off toward the smoldering remains of the fallen strongholds. If there were survivors, they might offer valuable information. If the attacker had left anything behind, he intended to claim it.


    The fortresses were nothing but ruins. No survivors, no resources just scorched earth and shattered remains. Randy¡¯s scouts confirmed the worst: when a lord perished, their troops die instantly, leaving nothing but wreckage in the aftermath.


    Randy stood on the walls of his fortress, gripping the stone railing as he processed the situation. Two entire fortresses wiped off the map, their remains still smoldering. There was no doubt about it whoever had done this was ruthless and efficient.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    His scouts knelt before him, awaiting orders. ¡°Did you find anything useful?¡± he asked.


    One of them stepped forward. ¡°We searched through the wreckage. It was picked clean whoever attacked took everything. But we did find a few weapons scattered in the rubble. Some of which are still usable.¡±


    Randy¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°How many?¡±


    ¡°Around 10 tier 2 swords,10 tier 2 daggers, and 10 sets of tier 2 armor, albeit in need of repair.¡± the scout replied. ¡°Not much, but better than nothing.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t the jackpot he¡¯d hoped for, but it was something. ¡°Gather it all. Any advantage counts,¡± he ordered.


    As his soldiers moved to retrieve the weapons, Randy turned his focus to something more pressing his defenses. He had seen what happened to those who let their guard down. If he wanted to survive, his fortress had to be impenetrable.


    ¡°Reinforce the outer walls,¡± he commanded his soilders. ¡°Double the number of troops at every entrance. I don¡¯t care how long it takes I want this fortress to be a nightmare for anyone who dares to attack.¡±


    His men nodded and hurried off to carry out his orders.


    Randy¡¯s gaze shifted north, where the level 3 fortress loomed in the distance. It was obvious now whoever owned that fortress was responsible for the destruction. And if they were conquering their way across the land, it was only a matter of time before they set their sights on him.


    But Randy wasn¡¯t going to wait to be attacked. If war was coming, he would be ready.


    His mind was already formulating a plan. It was time to expand his reach, strengthen his army, and ensure that when the enemy came knocking, they¡¯d regret ever underestimating him.


    For now, his path was clear: fortify, strategize, and survive.

 The Elite Soldiers

    The Scouts have returned with a carriage full of all the tier 2 armor most of which are broken


    Can you restore these?¡± Randy inquired, gesturing to the damaged armor.


    The soldier examined the pieces, nodding thoughtfully. ¡°It will take time, but I can make them battle-ready again.¡±


    ¡°Do it,¡± Randy ordered. ¡°Your comrades lives may depend on this.¡±


    Hours passed, and the soilder worked tirelessly, hammering out dents, replacing broken straps, and reinforcing weakened sections. Once the armor was restored, Randy called for a gathering in the fortress¡¯s main square.


    His troops assembled, forming orderly lines, their faces a mix of anticipation and determination. Randy stepped forward, his voice carrying across the courtyard.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    ¡°Brave soldiers, today we stand on the precipice of a new chapter. Our enemies are formidable, but so are we. Through your dedication and valor, we have fortified our defenses and stand ready to face whatever comes our way.


    ¡°From among you, ten cavalry, ten infantry, and ten ranged soldiers have distinguished themselves in battle. Step forward.¡±


    The selected soldiers advanced, their movements sharp and disciplined.


    ¡°You have proven your strength and skill. Now, shed your old armor and put on these tier 2 armaments. From this day forth, you are my elite generals, leaders of your respective units. Guide your comrades, share your wisdom, and lead us to victory.¡±


    The newly appointed generals donned their upgraded armor, the polished metal gleaming in the sunlight. The assembled troops erupted in cheers, morale surging.


    ¡°Together, we will defend our home and show our enemies the strength of our unity. Prepare yourselves; our greatest challenges lie ahead, but I have no doubt that we will prevail.¡±


    With renewed determination, the soldiers returned to their duties, the fortress abuzz with a sense of purpose and readiness for the battles to come.

 Alliance Events

    Randy had almost forgotten that he upgraded his fortress to level 2, too distracted by all the chaos happening around him. The first thing he checked was his resource production now that his buildings were at level 2, his stations were producing twice as much. Previously, his resource stations only generated 5 per day, but now they produced 10 each.


    With 3 farms, 3 stone mines, 3 wood camps, and 3 metal mines, his total daily production had jumped to 30 of each resource. That meant he could now summon 30 Tier 1 troops per day instead of just 15.


    Feeling excited about his growing army, Randy let a day pass before checking the world channel out of curiosity. The protection shields had dropped, and he wanted to see how everyone else was handling the battlefield.


    Lord Wolf Fang: Guys, I¡¯m looking out from my watchtower, and I see twelve fortresses on fire burning to the ground. I don¡¯t know who did it, but I¡¯m sure it was one guy.


    Lord Sypha: Please, please someone save me! I¡¯ve been captured! I don¡¯t know the lord¡¯s name, but I¡¯m pretty sure I¡¯m somewhere in the south.


    Lord Titan: Hey, have you guys joined an alliance yet? I heard there are alliance boosts and events joining one will help you grow a lot faster.


    Randy¡¯s attention locked onto the words ¡°alliance boost¡± and ¡°alliance events.¡±


    ¡°What are those? How good are the boosts? What kind of events are there?¡±


    He quickly typed in the chat:


    ¡°How good are the alliance boosts, and what are the events like?


    Lord Titan: The boost gives you 2¡Á resource production if your fortress is inside alliance territory. As for the events¡­ I¡¯ve only heard about them, haven¡¯t experienced one yet. If you need an alliance, join mine Tiger Nation. We¡¯re in the Top 40, and it¡¯s an open alliance right now, but not for long. Hurry up!


    Randy hesitated.


    2¡Á resource production would be huge for his growth. But¡­ could he really trust these people? He had trust issues. He had never had friends. He was homeless before all of this. Would they still accept him if they knew?Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Worse what if it was a setup?


    They could just be luring him in, pretending to be friendly. Once they saw his base coordinates on the map, they could kick him out and attack him immediately.


    That thought alone was enough to make him scoff.


    ¡°Hell no. I¡¯m not joining any alliance. I don¡¯t care how high-ranked they are.¡±


    Given enough time, Randy was confident he could grow strong enough to take on an entire alliance by himself.


    But that 2¡Á production boost and event rewards¡­ those were too valuable to ignore. If he wanted to grow fast and keep up with pay-to-win players, he had no choice he would have to create his own alliance.


    After reaching level 3, he would form his own alliance . If people were going to acknowledge him as the leader, he had to outlevel them first.


    Without hesitation, he summoned 30 more Tier 1 troops:


    ?10 Infantry


    ?10 Ranged


    ?10 Cavalry


    Then, he looked out from his watchtower, at the level 3 fortress in the distance.


    A beacon shined over their base this guy had captured someone.


    ¡°Interesting¡­¡± Randy thought. ¡°I wonder how I can provoke him into attacking me¡­ without sending a march first?¡±


    He only had two options:


    1.Send a scout


    2.Send a private message and taunt him


    He decided to send a scout first.


    A voice rang in his head:


    ¡°When a scout is sent to an enemy base, they are covered in a protection shield and given a speed boost.¡±


    Randy watched as one of his Cavalry scouts dashed out at 2¡Á speed, reaching the level 3 fortress in just a minute before returning.


    He immediately asked, ¡°How many troops are in the base? How many resources?¡±


    The scout replied:


    ¡°The Scout failed. I wasn¡¯t able to scout them they have an Anti-Scout Trophy.¡±


    Randy cursed under his breath.


    ¡°Damn it.¡±


    He had recently heard about trophy¡¯s powerful tools that provided extra defensive bonuses. But he hadn¡¯t expected someone to have one already.


    Still, Randy smiled.


    ¡°Fine. If I can¡¯t scout you¡­ I¡¯ll just piss you off instead.¡±


    He opened the private message and typed:


    ¡°I dare you to attack me. And when I capture you, I¡¯ll tie you up and use your face as my soldiers¡¯ toilet for two days. Then, I¡¯ll stake your head outside my castle as a decoration for others to see.¡±


    Then, he pressed send.


    Across the battlefield, inside the level 3 fortress, a man sitting on a throne read the message. His eyes twitched.


    With burning rage, he stood up, walked to his tower, and spotted Randy¡¯s level 2 fortress in the distance.


    ¡°This little insect thinks he can talk to me like that?!¡±


    Without hesitation, he sent a march.


    A system alert appeared before Randy:


    ¡°Your fortress is under attack by Lord Almighty Ray. Summoning your troops to defend.¡±


    Randy¡¯s smile widened.


    ¡°The moment you attacked me¡­ your possessions already became mine.¡±