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.
[BONUS] Thank you to Springbreeze20 for the magic castle 🙏
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The sky above was perpetually overcast, casting a dreary pall over the battlefield. King Kraggul's army had settled into a rhythm of relentless pressure, their strategy clear: wear down the defenders until they could no longer resist.
When Kraggul finally decided the time was right, he gave the signal. His mages, who had been silently working in the background, stepped forward.
These were no ordinary spellcasters but masters of arcane arts, their robes shimmering with enchanted runes. For two days, they had been meticulously dismantling the magical wards protecting the walls of Iron Maw, unraveling the enchantments thread by thread.
As they took their positions, a hush fell over the battlefield. The mages raised their staffs, and a palpable energy began to gather around them.