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.
"Golly, the teleportation runes!" Rain shouted over the howling wind. "Can you get us out of here using those?"
Golly's hands trembled as he fumbled with the runes, his earlier confidence shattered by the sheer magnitude of the threat bearing down on them. "I—I don't know!" he admitted, his voice cracking under the strain. "The interference from the dragon's magic is too strong. I can't stabilize the spell! And it would take too long!"
The dragon's presence was now undeniable. It was close enough that they could see the flicker of its massive wings, each beat sending shockwaves through the air that resonated with the primal power of the beast.
Its eyes, glowing like molten lava, pierced through the darkness, locking onto the small group of survivors with a malevolent intelligence that sent chills down their spines.