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Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

1 billion people from the Earth woke up and discovered that they had transmigrated to an alternate world. They possessed their own land and had become lords. They had to struggle to survive in a foreign world by attacking other cities and conquering new lands. Leo Ray received the God Tier talent [Golden Touch]. He could turn stone into gold and upgrade items. [Congratulations! Your Rank One Recruitment Tag has been upgraded to Rank Five Recruitment Tag.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Two Weapon: Crescent Moon Blade has been duplicated 101 times.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Three Weapon: Great Land Two-handed Sword has been upgraded to Rank Five Weapon: Dragon Slayer Sword.] … [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord with a Level Two Mansion.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to completely kill off a boss.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to conquer a city.] … While others were still working hard to gather resources, Leo Ray monopolized the market and made everyone work for him. While others were still toiling away at establishing their villages, Leo Ray’s grand city had already been built. While others were still risking their lives to withstand the attacks of the surrounding monsters with villagers, Leo Ray had already amassed an army and was conquering cities and lands.

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Chapter 109: No Need for You to Look for Me_1

The blood moon hung high in the sky, and the night breeze chilled to the bone.

At the heart of Cyan Town, inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Under the illumination of numerous Light Crystal Stones embedded in the walls, the grand hall looked like daytime.

At the topmost seat, a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe sat, closing his eyes in contemplation while shaking the metal wine cup in his hand.

At his side, two rows of pretty maidens stood shivering.

After a moment, the man drained the reddish liquid from his cup and casually tilted it to the side.

Immediately, a young maiden who looked only sixteen or seventeen and still had traces of innocence on her face hurried forward, her hands trembling slightly as she refilled the wine cup.

During this process, it was apparent that the maiden's exposed fair wrists were covered in startling scars, some of which had only recently scabbed over, evidently left behind not long ago.