Tai Bai Water Lord

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

"Damn, we finally made it. This whole journey almost crippled my legs."


Returning from the route of a sausage-stuffing murderer, Qin Muye had been walking towards Akman Town for possibly ten hours from where the car broke down.


Qin Muye didn't bother to count the hours; all that mattered was that he arrived just as the sky started to dawn.


You see, even when his territory was in a horrible state, he had never walked such a long distance, especially at night.


The wilderness at night housed many terrifying things. According to Qin Muye's guess, they weren't animals but carried the same aura as the murderer, though fewer in numbers. This thing had been following him, leading him to think it might not be a murderer, just a plain pervert.


At first, it was bearable, but later, Qin Muye lost his patience. He pulled out a Crimson Invasion and prepared to activate it, wanting to impress his pursuer.


Chapter 102: There is No Sanatorium in Akman Town!