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?

"Tsk, the masses are all riled up. I wonder who orchestrated this shift of blame," Qin Muye mused as he reviewed the intelligence sent back by spies infiltrating the Great Nether Dynasty.


It was unclear who had started the rumor, claiming that he had committed an act of betrayal, taking ten million taels of silver for a set of military equipment which still wasn't enough, and that he actually betrayed the Great Nether, selling the arms to Demon Worms of the Exotic Realm, leading to the fall of Husheng Pass.


The target of these allegations clearly wasn't Qin Muye. No matter how furiously the other party ranted, it wouldn't affect him. On the contrary, with Qin Muye's disposition, it would just lower their impression of him and, as a result, he would raise his price later on.


"Tsk, just wait until I am free to deal with you," he threatened.


Chapter 289: Reserving a Spot for You Among the Great Demons in the Spirit Realm