Sword and Sorcery Doesn't Need Heroes

Traveling to a world of swords and magic, Lei He became an accomplice in assassinating nobles. The reward he received was a deed to a remote and dangerous territory on the border of the kingdom. Looking at his own painter's panel, he decided to change his approach to life. At the first level of the painter, an inconspicuous match can be compared to an armor-piercing bullet that penetrates flesh and blood. A second-level painter, a mediocre kitchen knife can stir up an elemental storm like a staff when waved. At the third level of the painter, the enemy's conspiracy in the darkroom was inadvertently stolen by the broken painting in the corner. Painter level four,... Later, that barren territory became prosperous, with magic academies and swordsman halls rising from the ground, becoming a holy land that countless races and even giant dragons yearned for. The bard who witnessed everything wanted to sing Lei He's heroic epic, but he covered his mouth: "Shut up, I just want to be a peaceful lord."