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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'It seems that although this mastermind holds great power, he also faces many constraints within the Demon Soil. Perhaps this time he aims to use the Great Nether Dynasty as a stepping stone to consolidate Demon Soil. Not enough, though, huh. This time he might have to count the chickens before they hatch.'


"Mr. Bai, as for this matter, is it now considered stable?" Zhao Jian'an asked.


"Mr. Bai, please have a seat." The mastermind, somewhat tired, drank a bottle of Nourishment Liquid and then massaged his somewhat weary head.


"I dare not accept such praise; within the Cabinet, there are many capable individuals. I am merely paving the way for His Majesty," Bai Lv knew, although he felt satisfied and proud, he also needed to be cautious with his words. Otherwise, saying the wrong thing and meeting with disaster would be a great loss.


Chapter 277: You Talk About the City Gate Building, I Talk About the Hip Bone Shaft