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Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

All humans transmigrated to a parallel world, where every one of them was a king with the territory. They participated in a game called The Ranking of Kings and fought to become the best nation. The rankings were determined based on various aspects such as military, technology, commerce, culture, and religion. In the game, the kings would awaken different attributes of the land. Someone exclaimed, “My Renewable Resources attribute allows me to enhance raw materials such as timber and minerals. I want to build the strongest empire of commerce!” Another king challenged, “My King of the Undead attribute allows me to summon dead souls to fight for me. Who dares to stand in the way of my troops of one million undead?” The third king declared, “My Integrated Production attribute will ensure that technology is being implemented efficiently. You foolish barbarians, watch as my nation advances a few centuries ahead of yours.” The fourth king said, “My Miracle Summon attribute can increase the efficiency of evangelism by 1000%. I look forward to the day when my nation becomes the top religion in the world.” … Li Xiang revealed a pondering look as he looked at his attributes shown on the virtual data panel. [Attribute 1: Devils' Den (SSS rank, unique)] [You acquired the original birthplace of the Dragon Clan. All the legendary dragons are now under your command.] [Attribute 2: Devouring Lands (currently A rank, evolvable)] [When you annex the territory of other kings, you seize their attributes as well. Furthermore, you can level up these attributes to even higher ranks.]

Prince Bojji · Fantasy
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The Three Moves

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

This move looked no different from normal hoeing. Logically speaking, it should be able to dig out a large piece of soil from the ground, and almost any farmer would know how to use it.

This was the most common posture and action in daily labor. Farmers had to swing their hoes hundreds or thousands of times a day or even more.

The action of swinging the hoe had long become an instinct, and this instinct had been integrated into their blood. It allowed them to have a clear understanding of any land. By picking up the hoe and looking at a piece, they would know whether the land was good or bad of land, how much strength did they have to use, and where did they have to start digging.

Practice made perfect meant an instinct.

Pfft!

However, liquid splashed out from the ground when the hoe hit it. The thick smell of blood instantly filled the air.

The liquid was not water, but blood!

"It's the blood! Oh no, it's the enemy hiding underground."