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?

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"No, great Magic God, please shelter your devout follower from such blasphemous disturbance, I shall... I shall..."


"Magic God above, what on earth is happening? I must leave this blasphemous illusion of the Divine soon, or I feel I'm going mad." Blake Frost could sense that his reason seemed to be changing, a kind of madness was slowly eroding him.


"Oh~ wait, let me see, what is this..."


"My Magic God, damn it, I don't want to know this blasphemous knowledge." Frost shivered, watching the chaos and distortion gradually dissipate from his thoughts, everything was getting better.


"Weaving Magic, Shaping Magic, have I stolen the authority of the Magic God?" Frost couldn't help but shudder, the majesty of the Divine had long been ingrained in his instincts, after all, it was the knowledge he had grown up with since childhood.


Chapter 422: Dionysus' Book of Wisdom