Kirito_K5

[Revamp of Analysis System, check out, check out, Reincarnated with my analysis system 11]



What would you do when you wake up in another world with an Analysis system backing you up?

Sato Inugami fell victim to an explosion in his apartment which led to him reincarnating after his death.

With the help of his Analysis Helix system which helps him store skills and knowledge about the world of fantasies.

From ruling over elves to build an entire nations with the help of his system, beautiful maidens and subordinates, Sato soon found himself being formidable.

With his success soon known around kingdoms that posed to be a threat to him as he climbs up the rank.

Sato must now protect his people from Demons, Kings, and even gods as he rose amongst the ranks to become the strongest Ruler.

Note: This is a kingdom building, so if you like battles between villages, respect and strong subodinates, be sure to try this book.

¶Additional tags|| Magic||Master servent relationship|| Revolution|| Mystery|| War|| Mythology|| Ecchi.


# A Big Rimuru Tempest fan

Disclaimer: I do not own the book cover, sadly.

Reincarnated with an Analysis system.

Sato and Jira sat opposite one another on an exquisitely crafted chair, adorned with intricate carvings and upholstered in regal velvet fabric. The chair, a masterpiece in itself, commanded attention with its majestic presence. A gleaming glass table, reflecting the soft glow of candlelight, separated the two adversaries.

Standing behind Sato, a stoic figure with piercing eyes and an aura of authority, was Yuri. Her keen senses were attuned to every movement, her watchful gaze fixed upon the unfolding event. Divanchi, a formidable presence in her own right, stood by Yuri's side, her expression unreadable, but her resolve evident.

The room was hushed, and the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air. Jira, though trying to hide it, could not conceal the fear etched upon his face as he finally found his voice. "What... what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with trepidation.

Sign the contract...Jira