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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"But in negotiations, you start by demanding the moon. Divine Artifacts should be available, let's see if I can bluff my way into getting one. Then there's instance scrolls, blueprints, and the like—those might be a tougher sell."


"Right, he came to me for help, so I'm planning to rip him off big time, trading this thing for a Divine Artifact, so I've told the Spirit Monsters to be alert," Qin Muye simply communicated with Black Hand.


"Quite cultured, haven't seen this format in a long time; at least a Scholar Rank is needed," Qin Muye complained, having used it numerous times before entering 'Lord Era,' so it was somewhat familiar.


"Black Hand, notify all units if this ore is headed for Zijing Mountain Territory, intercept it. Don't let it reach them."


Chapter 445: Substitute Training? I'll Provide the Materials, You Complete the Mission