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.
Amidst the melee, one assassin, realizing the difficulty of their task, decided to fulfill their mission at any cost. With a guttural cry, the Hobgoblin triggered an explosive device concealed within their armor.
The detonation was sudden and devastating, a blinding flash followed by a thunderous boom that rocked the battlefield.
The explosion engulfed the surrounding Orcs, their bodies thrown back by the force of the blast. Ten Orcs fell, their lives extinguished in an instant, but their sacrifice had bought precious time.
The shockwave reached General Frukin, momentarily disrupting her focus. She staggered but quickly regained her composure, her eyes narrowing.
"Damn Hobgoblins!" she hissed, blood trickling from her lips, a testament to the toll the battle had taken on her. But she stood tall, her resolve unshaken, and resumed her incantations.