ElectricLuna

In a certain empire, a young prince was born with a golden pickaxe. It should have been seen as a miracle or a blessing, but instead, the emperor wanted nothing to do with the child. He refused to accept a prince blessed with what he considered a commoner’s job, fearing it would taint his royal bloodline.

 Abandoned by his own parents, the young boy, Shennong, was taken in by a succubus.

But neither the succubus nor the emperor knew the truth about him—Shennong was no ordinary child. He was a reincarnator.

This is the story of how the world of Matay reacts to the birth of the first Sandboxer, a class unknown to many. Will Shennong forgive those who abandoned him? What was the purpose of his reincarnation in this world? What is the true nature of the golden pickaxe, and what does it mean for Shennong?

One thing is certain—Shennong is not alone in this world because he had a true sandbox system and people to support him even in this world.

Join him and experience a true sandbox adventure!

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Author's Note:

—This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR)

—This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental.

—18+ chapters will be marked.

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Re:Crafting in Another World

Maron's face turned pale as he watched Shennong pull out a small vial filled with an ominous-looking clear liquid. His unease only deepened when he glanced toward his wife, who was drinking something with a pleased expression. His heart pounded as he rushed forward.

"What are you drinking? Elise!" Maron demanded, his voice tense.

Shennong merely smiled, unfazed. "Relax, Sir Maron. Just as you requested, I brought the finest sweets to surprise your daughter." He gestured toward the table, where an unfamiliar golden-brown loaf rested. "This is called a cake, a new product from our company, which I hope will become a tradition for birthdays. And the drink? A sweet beverage extracted from a rare plant called Sugary Dew."

Maron's wife beamed. "It's delicious, darling! Our daughter will love this."

Care to take the gamble?