The world is destroyed, the era is restarted, and the survival qualification called the lord is issued to everyone.

Territories, heroes, arms, treasures, resources, all the servers achieved by thousands of continents are open.

Qin Muye looked at his own panel like a cannon fodder, with a broken suffix, and he was rather weeping without tears.

There is no god-level talent, no hidden hints, and no anti-sky career.

“If that’s the case, then there is only one way to live.”

In the gloomy underground city, there are countless ancient ruins and treasures buried here.

Strange, aberrant, cursed thing…

Abyss, catacombs, ancient gods, mythological races…

Mechanic, curse seal planting, giant city black tower…

All kinds of strange alchemy, add a spoonful of steampunk, and two spoonfuls of mysterious and extraordinary, mixing up a colorful fantasy world.

Me, the puppet alchemist.

One person is the legion!