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?

"You have died in battle, earning 500 Citizen Points this time, please keep it up."


Qian Tong massaged his temples as he climbed out of the gaming pod, his eyes bloodshot. He then endured his headache and washed up in the bathroom. After lying on the sofa for nearly ten minutes, he finally came to his senses.


"Phew~ Another guaranteed 500 points, but this time the 'Era of Myriad Generations' instance really is tough to beat. All the top groups globally have tried and failed; it's been over a month now."


'Era of Myriad Generations,' as a full-immersion online game, had been running for almost a hundred years with various instances and events launched repeatedly, each time very successfully.


But this time was different. Since the Doomsday Rebirth Dungeon was launched, it had caused a huge stir across the Federation, not only because of its high difficulty but because participation guaranteed 500 Citizen Points.


Chapter 347: Matrix Virus