The Lord of Taibai Water

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?

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"Lord Bai, I fear the return from this journey may be indefinitely delayed." Inside a huge ship sailing on the Ice Ocean, an official in a crimson robe spoke with a tone of helplessness.


"Lord Bai's lessons are correct, it's just... sigh." Zhao Jian'an's tone carried a note of helplessness as well.


"Jian'an, how can you say such things when you're an official of the Fourth Grade?" The old man in a purple robe lazily popped a grape into his mouth.


"But if this diplomatic mission goes well and secures an alliance with the magicians of this Demon Soil for our Great Nether Dynasty, this achievement will be enough for you to turn your fortunes around. When the time comes, I shall recommend you for the Cabinet, and exchanging your crimson for a purple robe could easily be within reach."


Chapter 275: Demon Soil Perilous, Hearts Waver