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?

"Too bullying, too much bullying!" Chen Mo was shaking all over with rage, his face turning the color of liver.


Duke Baishuang looked equally ugly, having not expected the situation to develop like this.


A severed head was placed on Chen Mo's bedside table, its three eyes wide open in death, clearly unresigned.


They did not recognize which compatriot from their domain the head belonged to, so there was only one place it could have come from – Sam, who was on his way to them.


From the last contact, it was believed that it would take Sam about three to five more months to arrive; after all, it was impossible to travel tens of thousands of miles through darkness and danger in just three to five days, given Sam's limited strength.


But they never expected the other party to arrive early; this was good news, but to arrive with only a head was a disaster.


And as for who did it, there's no need to even think about it – surely it was that damn Lord, who else could it be?


Chapter 463: Ideas on Different Frequencies