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?

"Duke, recently your actions seem to have caused quite a bit of discontent among the nobles, they..." the butler said hesitantly.


"Discontent? Why should they be discontent? As subjects of my duchy, they should obey me, not harbor discontent," the White Frost Duke replied with an undeniable firmness in his voice.


"Forget that damn Noble Code. The Divine are the highest wisdom," the White Frost Duke dismissed it casually, leaving the butler at a loss for words.


Afterwards, the White Frost Duke's gaze drifted over the butler: "Colin, you've worked for the White Frost family for thirty years now, haven't you?"


"Yes, Your Grace, it's been thirty-two years," the butler's heart sank with a thud, as such questions usually preceded either a reward or an accusation.


By the tone of it, it didn't seem like a reward was forthcoming.


Chapter 434: Soul Communication Across Distances