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!]
To Duel
[Author's Note: From now on, I will be incorporating names or labels on dialogues to avoid confusion about which who is speaking. We will still keep the third-person perspective to further illustrate the story.
Thank you for reading the story this far! I hope to improve the quality!]
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Arriving at the gates of Hellsburg, the soldiers arrived, wearing their respective uniforms that symbolized the royal family they had worked for.
A red uniform that symbolized power and blood and the Krimina's crest coated in gold.
As if he knew, Grantt Maximilian was wearing the same color palette of that clothing, a black suit with a red coat to top it.
The people of Hellsburg could only be wary of the soldiers at first, but with Grantt leading the way, they could only get curious as to what would happen next.
They were informed firsthand of the arrival of soldiers, but even with such information they have, the residents have nothing to do with them except accept them as they go.