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!]
The Goddess' Orchestra
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Abruptly waking up from her slumber, the topless woman was struck by a sudden feeling of energy.
Her eyes widened, and her face was sweating, dreaming of something unfortunate.
This woman was Reina, and beside her was the current King of Hestia, Bezalel.
She has quickly gone off to the balcony, dragging the blanket away from the bed, covering her naked body with only its thin sheets.
She immediately looked up and she had peered into the clear, early morning sky. There was something she had seen to indicate something.
Her worries were true, and it was for certain.
There was another star in the sky, and this was usually the indication that a Hero or an otherworlder had died in this world.
Reina: [No... That can't be. The heroes are practically immortal beings with unbelievable power. They're supposed to be much more powerful than anyone!]
She slammed her fist into the railings of the balcony, seeing as this was a loss for her.