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?

"This is the situation, Elder, the Wild Lion Sect is truly despicable, they even exploited our Blood Rose Society and Yin Snake Sect," Zuo Qiu Qing indignantly said.


The voluptuous woman beside him was looking at Qin Muye's corpse, her expression filled with incredulity, "Are you sure this is just an ordinary person? Even in death, there is a strong aura exuding from his body. If I were to face him, I would only have a fifty percent chance of winning!"


'No... it's just me fooling another fool again, and Strongman Style has leveled up again...' When Qin Muye played dead, he glanced at his Strongman Style, which was now +3. This temporary skill was really a trap; it leveled up each time he won, not getting increasingly difficult to upgrade like some skills do.


'Look at this, I think it's going to level up again.'


Chapter 377: Why Can You Imagine Things When You're Already a Dead Body?