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?

"How great are the losses?" Phelas Starlight's expression was gloomy, as a rebellion had just taken place in his city.


The group of peasants who called themselves the White Horse Association, through some unknown channel, managed to buy new arms from Red Wind Territory—a type of special puppet beast resembling a humanoid combined with exotic characteristics.


It was a product that Red Wind Territory had only recently launched, extremely powerful, and known as the Lickers.


"The White Horse Association has been completely eradicated, but our losses are heavy. The estimated losses..." the old butler reported truthfully.


Hearing about the losses made Phelas's expression even uglier. "Go to Red Wind Territory, they must provide an explanation. They dared to sell arms privately to these peasants; we must make them compensate for our losses."


Chapter 141: Increasing Prices and Ingeniously Naming Fees