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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"I dare not take credit for that, and yes, you said I just need to sign on this, right?" Blackhand looked at the treaty, pondering how to sign.


"This alliance owes much to the help of Lord Blackhand," Bai Lv remarked with a sense of gratitude.


"Here, consider it dealt with," Blackhand casually tossed the treaty over.


"Any other issues? If not, I can escort you a part of the way to avoid an ambush by those three demons halfway there. They've been running to me every day recently; after taking a hit yesterday, they've been much quieter," Qin Muye said.


"Okay then, I'll meet for just five minutes."


Chapter 279: You Came to Me Over This Trifle?