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

Following Lin Qian's orders, everyone also split into small groups and departed in different directions.


Before leaving, each person's expression was exceedingly complex, anxious, excited, or perhaps bewildered.


Their strength had increased, but they couldn't clearly recognize themselves or fully understand the current situation without engaging in direct combat with the Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan.


"I've done all I could; it's up to you now," Lin Qian said as he stood alone, with his hands clasped behind him, watching as teams disappeared before his eyes.


As the foreign clans who enslaved them, treated them as livestock, and consumed their blood, staining their white clothes red, were defeated. The Human Clan of this Small World would be reborn, truly standing up from within their hearts.


The teams of the Human Clan gradually radiated northward, with a white light flickering around Lin Qian's body. The warship above pulled him up, returning him to the skies.


Chapter 162: Counterattack