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

1.5 billion top-grade Soul Crystals had, under the fervent gazes of everyone, gone into Lin Qian's pocket.


Especially Zhang Keren, who stared at Lin Qian with eyes almost spewing fire, his teeth clenching with a crunching sound, all eight fists held tightly, yet powerless to do anything.


After all, he was the Clan Leader of the Northern Division Clan, how could he, a senior, lay a hand on a junior like Lin Qian?


Even if he were shameless enough to make a move at the Gambling Treasure Conference, Zhang Tianxin would definitely kill him without hesitation.


After all, this was the clan's territory, and it was not his place to run wild here.


Not to mention that during this clan gathering, the Eight-Armed Sea Clan and the Human Clan, for the sake of their friendship, absolutely must not attack each other.


The rules of the Gambling Treasure Conference alone were merciless towards disruptors, not giving them any face at all.


Chapter 243 Ancient Human Clan Ruins