Everyone Became Lords: I Became A Base-Building Fanatic

Chapter 1: Myriad Races Battlefield

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Welcome to the Myriad Races Battlefield.]

[This is where all the races in the world fight. The winners will become immortals and saints, while the souls of the losers will dissipate. Every being has their own fate.]

Fang Ping was awakened by the sudden sound. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar world around him, feeling extremely puzzled.

A grayish-white Chaos Cloud confined an area of a hundred meters.

After 18 years of revision and preparation for war, this scene had already been simulated countless times in his mind. He was originally moved and excited, but now, he was used to it. He looked at everything around him silently.

“How can the initial territory allocated to me be so bad?”

The terrain and resources of the initial territory made Fang Ping’s expression turn ugly in an instant.

Graves, bones, and withered trees were everywhere. There were no signs of life. The entire initial territory simply looked like a mass grave. It was a dead land without any value.

On such a terrain, even finding the food and water resources necessary for survival were a problem, let alone scarce resources.

Could it be that he had found a good burial place for himself from the beginning?

“I’ve simulated such a beginning in my mind for 18 years, but I’ve never encountered it in reality!”

Fang Ping looked at the geomorphology that he was allocated to at the start, fretting for a moment. He began to think about how he should develop and become stronger with such a worthless geomorphology.

This world was a world where everyone was an Overlord.

Everyone would be equipped with an initial territory when they reached adulthood.

If one wanted to transcend the mortal world, transcend time, and achieve eternity, they had to strengthen the initial territory under their jurisdiction, as well as invade and annex the territory of others.

Otherwise, the weak could only walk the path of self-destruction.

In the face of such a beginning, the calmness on Fang Ping’s face began to show signs of panic.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind. Fang Ping suddenly remembered that every Overlord who was matched with a territory would have a chance to be matched with a troop of soldiers.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping quickly wanted to open the soldier-pulling interface to see if he could pull for a troop that could help him break free of his current predicament.

After all, if he matched up with a powerful troop, he had a chance of turning the tables even though he started off like this.

Then, he looked at the interface where he could pull for soldiers in the Myriad Race Battlefield. He looked at the summoning interface and saw thousands of soldiers of various races and professions. At the lower levels were the Gnomes, Dwarfs, and Farmers, while the higher levels included Angels, Demons, and Cultivators.

The paleness on Fang Ping’s face eased slightly.

He did not need to be extremely lucky and pull for those top mythical soldiers. Even if the troops he obtained simply had the ability to improve the terrain here or were able to bring him some resources, it was fine!

Fang Ping’s hands trembled as he tapped on the button to begin pulling for a soldier. Then, a countless number of soldiers started to shine crazily on the interface like stars.

Fang Ping looked at the shining soldier type nervously. His heart was also in turmoil as the soldier type changed.

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, when the change in the soldier type became slower and slower, Fang Ping’s heart beat slowly as well. The sound of his heart beating became clear in this extremely tense moment.

Amidst the beating of his heart, the troop type gradually stopped changing and slowly stopped above a high-leveled Druid.

When Fang Ping saw that the soldier-pulling interface had stopped at a Druid, the paleness and nervousness on his face instantly turned into incomparable excitement.

However, fate was playing tricks on him. Just as Fang Ping’s face was filled with excitement, thinking that his prayers had worked and that a miracle had occurred, the Druid soldier displayed on the interface suddenly flickered and turned into an Undead.

When he saw that the Druid who was about to get his hands on and change his fate had suddenly become an Undead summoned creature, Fang Ping’s face turned even paler than when he started pulling for the soldiers. His eyes were filled with despair.

Fang Ping’s face was filled with disbelief as he repeatedly checked the troop he drew. After confirming that his troop was indeed of the Undead type, he immediately fell into despair.

It had to be known that Undead-type summoned creatures were the trashiest in the history of the Myriad Race Battlefield on Planet Earth.

Not only did they consume several times more resources than soldiers of the same level, but they were also very weak. In history, the Overlords who were matched with Undead soldiers either had powerful families supporting them or relied on money to buy various resources for them to cheat.

Meanwhile, Overlords like him, who had no background or resources, would be invaded and annexed by others after surviving for a few days without exception. They would turn into ashes and dissipate under the ladder of victory that others climbed.

Fang Ping slumped to the ground with a lifeless expression. He looked at everything around him, as well as the Undead troops he was matched with. His face was filled with despair.

There was no fatal beginning that was more trash than having the combination of a mass grave and Undead summoned creatures.

Faced with this combination of extreme trash, Fang Ping recalled the situation just now. The unwillingness and anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Driven by the anger in his heart, he stood up and pointed at the Chaos Cloud above with his finger. Then, he roared angrily at the sky.

“F*ck you, the Myriad Race Battlefield. You’re playing me to death!”

“Such a useless combination has never appeared in the history of the Myriad Race Battlefield on Planet Earth in the past 10,000 years. Could it be that you couldn’t afford to play?”

“Did you observe that I’m not from this world and specially allocated me such a combination? Do you have to kill me here?!”

Just as Fang Ping raised his head to the sky and cursed, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, an emotionless sound of elevation resounded through the small world within a hundred-meter radius.

“All new Overlords, please take note. As you have just arrived at the Myriad Race Battlefield, you are specially given seven days of novice protection and some time to develop.”

“Once the seven-day novice protection period is over, the Chaos Cloud surrounding the territory will dissipate. At that time, the nearby Chaos Ominous Beasts will discover your existence.”

“Your territory will also experience its first test.”

“Surviving the tide of Chaos Ominous Beasts is the first step to transcendence. After that, everything will be possible in the future.”

“Overlords who fail to survive will have their soul dispersed and turn into ashes. All resurrection tools and spells will have no effect on you.”

When Fang Ping heard the notification from the Myriad Race Battlefield, the look of despair on his face became even more awkward. He collapsed weakly on the ground of the mass grave again.

His face was so pale that it was comparable to someone who had died for a few days. It could be seen how heavy the blow of this absolutely trash matching and the sound of the notification from the Myriad Race Battlefield was to Fang Ping.

Just when Fang Ping felt that he had lost all hope and could only wait for others to invade and annex him in this hundred-meter world…

A mechanical notification suddenly appeared in his mind, causing Fang Ping, who was already in despair, to look hopeful again.

“Crazy Demon Infrastructure System has been successfully activated.”

“Host, please accept the Crazy Demon Infrastructure System and use the instruction manual.”