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."

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"Magicians seem to be different professions, so I'll have to choose an Epic Profession that best suits me, otherwise... I might just try cultivating on my own," Qin Muye pondered.


"Once I obtain a large number of warlock's books, I can start my cultivation. I can completely create my own magician profession."


"By the way, I wonder if this world has any good professions, like magician?"


"It's not easy; my original exoskeleton has become a symbiotic body, and there are costs involved. I'll need to pass these costs on."


"Then there's the Divine Artifact plan? That's a possibility."


"Also, the Titan Level giant structuring? Let's scratch that for now. There's no problem researching it, but purely speaking, my territory is too poor to build it."


Chapter 280: Growth of Foundation