Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

Lin Qian's inquiry prompted a middle-aged female worker to step forward hastily, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Tang, and Mr. Zhuge are all busy in the back."


Upon hearing the report from this female worker, Lin Qian nodded, "Lead the way."


As Lin Qian's words fell, the female workers in front of him scattered, and the middle-aged woman curtsied, turning to lead the way deeper into the courtyard.


Following behind this female worker for only a short while, Lin Qian soon arrived in the rear courtyard of the residence.


In the large but sealed hall within the rear courtyard, three people quickly emerged, bowing in salute to Lin Qian.


"Zhuge Ming pays respects to Your Majesty!"


Among them was Zhuge Ming, the Prime Minister of the Huaxia Empire, who oversaw the Heavenly Art Department.


The man was dressed in a craftsman's special leather attire, which, judging by the leather, appeared more precious and had more tools on him.


Chapter 60: I am not as good as you