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In the expansive expanse of existence, there exist realms concealed from the awareness of ordinary folk.

Rain Weathers, an unremarkable teenager with average looks, physique, and grades, was leading an uneventful life.

However, everything took a dramatic turn one fateful day when he found himself plunged into a vivid dream, a dream that unveiled a world beyond imagination — a world teeming with spirits, monsters, and conversing frogs.

This was the Spirit Realm.

Transformed into a player by the mysterious machinations of the universe, Rain, alongside other chosen individuals, found themselves thrust into a perilous world. 

They were tasked with navigating their newfound domain, establishing their territories, all while fending off relentless onslaughts from beasts, defending their territories from other races, and making sure to stay alive for another day. 

NOTE!

NO system. NO cheats. NO overpowered MC. NO tragic past or sob story. NO harem. 

This is more on Kingdom Building, and War. 

Just an average boy with no special skills who, through hardship and dedication, transforms from a nobody to a conqueror.

If this story interests you, give it a try.

Spirit Game

"We should take a break," Golly suddenly suggested, his voice heavy with the strain of fatigue. Age was catching up with him, and his weary bones weren't built for the relentless trek through these steep tunnels.

"What?" Santi's protest was immediate. "But we're so close!"

Golly shook his head, his expression serious. "We're only halfway, and our soldiers are already worn out." He pointed to the panting soldiers, some struggling to catch their breath.

Rain was about to argue, but exhaustion tugged at him. He had been carrying Chi while the others fought, and she needed rest as much as he did.

"But . . ." Santi began, her frustration clear. However, Golly cut her off with a stern look.

"I understand how you feel, but if we push on like this, we'll be nothing but dead bodies when we face Gorm. We need to be in top shape when we face him."

A Short Break