Stoicist

This is a story about a modern man inspired by great conquerors, like Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan, to conquer another world. And, for that, he will utilize modern knowledge to develop his kingdom and innovative war strategies to conquer everything.

Since he was a child, Henry loved reading about Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar and Genghis Khan, the greatest conquerors of all time. He idolized these important characters that molded humankind history with their own hands. Henry was always amazed by their great war tatics and strategies, that allowed them to conquer the world. He wanted to become someone like that.

Unfortunately, he was born in the modern times and in a place that war was not a common occurence. Alone, he began to play hundreds of strategy games and eventually became a professional player, famous for his crazy and intelligent way of thinking.

However, one day, due to unknown circumstances, Henry died and found himself on the long road to reincarnation, from where he jumped into the Dimensions River and reincarnated as the King of the Stahl Kingdom, a poor and cold nation surrounded by barbarians and wild life. 

He was finally in a place where he could conquer and dominate. A place where his brilliant tatics and strategies could dictate the way of the whole world. He wanted to follow the steps of his heroes and become the conqueror of the world.

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Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World

The western region of Stahl, where the sea of mountains stretched endlessly and the sea beyond remained obscured, was now teeming with life. Mehis, the region's central city, had become the heart of the West. The demand for new hands was constant and strong, causing many villages to be abandoned as their residents were drawn to the promise of work and stability within the city's expanding walls.

On one of the city's main roads, where merchants shouted their prices and inhabitants and workers bustled between stalls, a brown-haired man stood with a broken pickaxe in his hands. His face was streaked with dirt from the mines, slowly eating away the last remnants of nobility.

"Seven iron coins?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and desperation. "That's everything I have earned this week. Can't you lower the price?"

Olaro is in the West