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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"..." The young officer had a look on his face that said you're kidding me, you're actually the Historian???


"???" The young officer was utterly confused. They all dared not admit everyone was in here, so how did the Qintian Bureau know?


"Ah, who would dare call me sir, I'm just a technical worker, really. It's just that I've been doing the job so long, everyone else has been worn away, and I'm nearly the Historian." Wang Kai heaved a sigh. Besides his tenure, he really had no other advantages. Anyway, the top brass had said he would be the Historian, and he'd take up the post once the Primordial Dragon project was completed.


Chapter 694: Boarding the Prison Van, Unloading Materials