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Spirit Game

In the expansive expanse of existence, there exist realms concealed from the awareness of ordinary folk. Rain Weathers, an unremarkable teenager with average looks, physique, and grades, was leading an uneventful life. However, everything took a dramatic turn one fateful day when he found himself plunged into a vivid dream, a dream that unveiled a world beyond imagination — a world teeming with spirits, monsters, and conversing frogs. This was the Spirit Realm. Transformed into a player by the mysterious machinations of the universe, Rain, alongside other chosen individuals, found themselves thrust into a perilous world. They were tasked with navigating their newfound domain, establishing their territories, all while fending off relentless onslaughts from beasts, defending their territories from other races, and making sure to stay alive for another day. NOTE! NO system. NO cheats. NO overpowered MC. NO tragic past or sob story. NO harem. This is more on Kingdom Building, and War. Just an average boy with no special skills who, through hardship and dedication, transforms from a nobody to a conqueror. If this story interests you, give it a try.

MiuNovels · War
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#4 and the Clockwork Dragon      

#4's journey through the forgotten tunnels had been long and arduous, the darkness pressing in on him from all sides as he navigated the ancient, winding paths beneath Clockwork City.

 

The tunnels were a labyrinth, filled with twists and turns that seemed to lead nowhere, and yet he pressed on, driven by a determination that was both surprising and fierce for a creature so small.

 

The golden orb he had found in Golly's workshop was his only guide. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, illuminating the narrow path ahead and casting long shadows on the cold, stone walls.

 

The air grew cooler as he ventured deeper, the scent of metal and oil mingling with the dampness of the earth. The sound of distant machinery echoed faintly through the tunnel, a reminder that even in this forgotten place, the clockwork heart of the city still beat on.