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?

"Emperor Shen You wants to see me again? What's the situation, with the current relations between our two forces, he isn't coming to kill me, is he..." Qin Muye looked at the message from the Magic Network with a hint of peculiarity.


He actually wanted to refuse outright, but upon further thought, it seemed okay to meet.


Of course, it wouldn't be him going to the meeting, sending the puppet would suffice.


Otherwise, if the other party kept seeking him out, wouldn't it be embarrassing? And what if people misunderstood his sexual orientation?


"Then let's meet, they say no man is a prophet in his own land, who knows what it's for." After some tinkering, Qin Muye pulled a figure out.


Indeed, it was his original Shadow Equipment, the Wise Man's Book, a fine example of turning waste into treasure. Even if it got destroyed, he could revive it from the Abyss.


Chapter 288: Playing Both Sides, Deepening the Conflict