Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Bitter Betrayal
Day after day, night after night, Maximilian felt as if his actions were beginning to be automated.
Everything was easy, and regardless of the difficulty, he would only neutrally react before subduing the problem head-on.
The only genuine event that he could rely on was the interaction with children, but even the words in his mouth began to change.
It was something that he wouldn't say.
Something that the cold-blooded businessman would never think of saying.
Could it be that he had changed over time? Or could it be just that he was beginning to be washed away by the flowing time and fate of this life, regenerating the natural flow of everything?
Everything was beginning to overwhelm him once again.
One by one. Inch by inch, the darkness crawled up to his eyes.
Covering the entirety of his existence.
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But just as he thought that the pitch darkness of the unknown force took over his consciousness, he was able to snap back.