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?

"Real-time anomaly data captured? This time it's not from the Abyss Demon Net sandbox, but from another port? Let me see, it's an Abyss Mage. Is this a coincidence or intentional?"


Qin Muye was studying the troop building architecture when he suddenly received monitored data, and this time it was real-time feedback.


It was still fleeting, yet this time it had nothing to do with faith, but more like a certain resonance formed by a mental state.


"There really is something using the sandbox to lay eggs," Qin Muye said with a solemn expression, momentarily unsure of what it was.


However, Spirit Monster spies were already on it. Compared to the Abyss Cult, Qin Muye paid more attention to an individual Abyss Mage, so he had planted many spies over there—surveillance being one aspect, and monitoring the world's magical revolution another.


Chapter 430: The Story of the Three-Eyed Person