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.
The air was thick with smoke and heat, the ground scorched and littered with debris from the dragon's fiery onslaught.
Every breath Rain took was labored, the air choked with the acrid stench of burning stone and the oppressive heat that radiated from the dragon's fiery breath.
Golly's frantic efforts to stabilize the teleportation runes were a small beacon of hope amid the chaos. The gnome's hands flew over the runes, his usually steady fingers now trembling with the weight of the situation.
His face was flushed with exertion, beads of sweat dripping down his brow as he mumbled incantations under his breath.
The runes flickered erratically, a reflection of the interference from the dragon's potent magic. Each flash of light was accompanied by a surge of hope and despair, a tantalizing glimpse of salvation that seemed just out of reach.