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?

"Why... have I become the backward native???" Qin Muye was somewhat bewildered. They were allowed to advance, but he was not.


He had never underestimated the Gendaya Civilization, even though it was in decline, Qin Muye remained cautious. However, after a single exchange, in the eyes of this group of the Three-eyed Tribe, he had somehow become a backwards and ignorant yet somewhat powerful individual.


"Is this self-comfort, or has their analysis split?" Qin Muye didn't know how to describe their analysis and could only consider whether to collect their things first.


Normally, he would use Sam's head to provoke the Gendaya Mother God. If he succeeded, the harvest would be rich; if he failed, then he failed. It was just an extra move, and then he would turn to slaughter the Divine, find another way to stimulate things, and mix in some activities to gather more Points and Treasure Boxes in the process.


Chapter 464: Homogenization of Divine Positions