Lords of the Myriad Heavens: Starting with a Vast Prairie to Reap

[Doomsday Lord] [Traversing the Myriad Heavens] [Cold-Blooded Self-Interest] [Farming and Building] [A Brutal Choice Between Three Slots]

When he woke up, billions of people around the world had been thrown into a lord survival game.

Players who drew volcanoes, deep seas, and graveyards were wailing. Chu Tianque glanced at his territory: a boundless, naturally grown grassland with tens of thousands of acres of black soil, fertile enough to be almost pitch-black.

While others landed and waited to die, he landed and started killing monsters.

While others relied on luck to scavenge trash, he randomly traveled to a different world every day: recruiting blacksmiths from the Qin dynasty, digging up cannons in Water Margin, stealing divine fire from Greek mythology, and abducting an elven queen from an ancient elven capital.

But traveling came with one ironclad rule: he could only bring back three things.

One living person took up one slot.

Want a blacksmith? Then no seeds. Want weapons? Then no blueprints. Want women? Fine. They could work for his territory, sign contracts, and be branded with slave marks, ready to be discarded at any time.

With his information edge in the marketplace, he made something from nothing. While players across the server were fighting over a single piece of bread, he had already monopolized black millet and enchanted weapons.

A hypocritical, self-righteous do-gooder wanted to sow karmic ties with him? He severed her karmic mark, leaving her to suffer the consequences during the lunar calamity.

A mad hunter treated him as prey? He set a trap and fed the madman to a Tyrannosaurus rex.

A top lord pressured him to choose a side? He turned around and marked that lord's territory as an