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

Dust flew into Mandira's face as she coughed and swatted the air.

"Ugh! Why is it always this dusty underground?" she complained, wiping her face with the sleeve of her robe.

Shennong, beside her, chuckled while pushing aside a large clump of dirt. "We are digging through earth, Archmage. Did you expect rose petals?"

"I expected magic, not manual labor," she grumbled. "This is barbaric."

"You could've floated above the tunnel if you didn't want the authentic underground experience."

"I didn't think you were serious when you said we'd dig all the way from your dungeon to the Academy."

"And yet," Shennong said with a grin, "here we are. Nearly there."

Mandira groaned, pulling her hood tighter. "Next time, remind me to just go there in person and risk alerting every detection ward instead."

The two of them moved forward, the narrow tunnel growing tighter as they approached a fork in the path. Shennong suddenly stopped and turned.

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