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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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198 Chs

Clash of Perspectives      

Cid cleared his throat as he took in the sight of the animal barn and pig's pit. They were all better-looking and cleaner than the houses in his village! This made him very angry and jealous.

Those damn builders of mine! They couldn't do anything right.

Cid bit his thumb in frustration. If only his Elven troops could construct buildings. But those useless elves were more skilled in crafting armor and accessories than anything else. They were also busy hunting and protecting the village, leaving them no time to focus on construction.

What's more, his older brother, Cedrick, often called upon his Elven troops to reinforce his army during their campaigns to expand their territory.

Because the inhabitants refused to help him build his home, he was stuck with players, members of Aegis Union, to build his village. It was . . . human touch prone to imperfections!