MiuNovels

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

Golly smirked, satisfied with the answer. "Good. Don't worry about your territory anymore. With us there, we'll turn it into a high-tech fortress — defenses, machinery, whatever you need. Leave it to me."

Before Rain could respond, another voice interrupted, gruff and serious.

Rain turned, and his eyes met a stern-looking dwarf who had the perpetual scowl of someone who had seen too much of the world.

For a moment, Rain thought he could have been Druger's long-lost brother.

"W-what is it?" Rain asked, unsure of what to expect.

"My name is Drake, of Scorched Peak — the northernmost region of the Barren Wasteland, where the world itself seems to end."

"Ah, so that's what's up there," Rain mused.

The Emperor of the Wasteland