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?

"A large-scale Divine Descent, wait, why has my contribution for severing belief reached 10%?"


Qin Muye looked at the intelligence with a strange expression. If there was only one occurrence, he could attribute it to luck or coincidence, but the simultaneous emergence of two was definitely indicative of something happening.


"Master, not only that, but some time ago, there was a data fluctuation in the Abyss Demon Net sandbox, and a priest who desecrated the sacred died." A Spirit Monster monitoring the Abyss Demon Net sandbox came to remind Qin Muye and also sent over the data fluctuation report.


"Is there a problem with the Abyssal Cult?"


"What's happening, why is it one piece of bad news after another?"


Qin Muye also felt somewhat helpless about this, as these days he had not been dealing with external affairs at all, focusing entirely on research related to troop buildings.


Chapter 428: Sandbox Data Fluctuations, an Abnormal Existence