Morning Breeze Arrives

1 billion people from the Earth woke up and discovered that they had transmigrated to an alternate world.
They possessed their own land and had become lords.
They had to struggle to survive in a foreign world by attacking other cities and conquering new lands.
Leo Ray received the God Tier talent [Golden Touch]. He could turn stone into gold and upgrade items.
[Congratulations! Your Rank One Recruitment Tag has been upgraded to Rank Five Recruitment Tag.]
[Congratulations! Your Rank Two Weapon: Crescent Moon Blade has been duplicated 101 times.]
[Congratulations! Your Rank Three Weapon: Great Land Two-handed Sword has been upgraded to Rank Five Weapon: Dragon Slayer Sword.]
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[Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord with a Level Two Mansion.]
[Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to completely kill off a boss.]
[Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to conquer a city.]
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While others were still working hard to gather resources, Leo Ray monopolized the market and made everyone work for him.
While others were still toiling away at establishing their villages, Leo Ray’s grand city had already been built.
While others were still risking their lives to withstand the attacks of the surrounding monsters with villagers, Leo Ray had already amassed an army and was conquering cities and lands.

Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Hearing an unusual sound, Leo Ray signaled Taylor and Mason Banks beside him to make way through the bustling crowd.


Meanwhile, he looked through the gaps between people's heads towards the direction of the sound.


He saw two young waiters with helpless expressions at the wooden door of a small tavern, pulling a bearded middle-aged man out together.


They were trying to drag him from the stone steps in front of the tavern to the busy street.


This action caused many passersby around to be surprised and watch curiously.


They all subconsciously made room and walked around.


This directly led to the already slightly crowded lively street becoming even more congested.


Looking closely, the shabby middle-aged man was wearing a set of hemp clothes covered in mud.


His messy hair was like a dirty mop that hadn't touched water in a long time.


In his arms, he was holding a scratched and battered lute.


Chapter 298: The Desperate Wandering Poet and the Great Catastrophe_1