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

Shen Zhixing hadn't come in person this time, but merely sent an avatar formed from his own Soul Power.


And when his Soul Power avatar dissipated, it not only laid waste to the vicinity of the estate but also killed innocent bystanders.


The act of Shen Zhixing was an outright display of intimidation towards Lin Qian, or perhaps a warning.


"The Rebel Palace has already changed," Yue Liqun clenched his teeth tightly, his tone filled with fury as he looked upon the nearly a hundred innocent lives lost nearby.


"The original purpose of establishing the Rebel Palace was to restore the Black Corner Country to its former state, where five races could coexist equally, not to end up in a situation like now."


Chapter 475: Anger (3rd Update)