Is there something wrong with you, lord?

The world is destroyed, the end is coming, the era is restarted, and the survival qualification called Lord is issued to everyone.
Territories, heroes, arms, treasures, resources, all servers created by thousands of continents are open.
Qin Muye looked at his territory, which was like a cannon fodder, with a damaged suffix, and felt like crying.
There is no god-level talent, no hidden hints, and no career against the sky.
"In this case, there is only one way to live."