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?

Checked tickets, boarded the train; the one-stop service came to an end. On the train, Qin Muye was holding two pieces of human skin, which did not match any stitch parts—it was the kind that just wouldn't fit together.


"You've been looking at them for two hours now; did you figure anything out?" Sun Zhen asked.


"I did find out; these things are very tough," Qin Muye said seriously.


What else could he find out? They were just scraps of skin, top to bottom, just human skin with no other impurities, no so-called resentment or energy, just plain skin, not any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or top-tier Divine Artifact.


It's not that he found nothing—the things were really tough. He didn't know what a piece of skin went through to become so tough, but he knew that they were fireproof and impervious to swords. If he gathered three to five hundred pieces to make some armor, it might survive a dip in lava without breaking.


Chapter 627: Look, the excitement is here, isn't it?