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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"Ah, this... surely no one really thinks I'm a Spirit Summoner without a Level, right? Surely not." Qin Muye said in a strange tone.


"Ah, this... no, I'm here waiting for someone, waiting for a destined person." Qin Muye was not really here for Sky Tower; he had already been inside.


"Waiting for someone? Who might that be? Maybe I know them." The middle-aged man said with good intentions.


"Daring to let his eyes twinkle in front of me, unknowing of life and death, Tie Zhu, beat him to death for me."


"Damn~ the guy needs to pee urgently, and you beat him to death, now we're in trouble, can't even piece it together." Qin Muye turned and scolded Tie Zhu.


"Alright, stop dawdling, go do what you need to do, always avoiding proper work." Qin Muye shook his head while kneading a clump of mud in his hand.


Chapter 500: The Deceased's Emotions are Stable