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 night was cloaked in a heavy, oppressive silence as the Hobgoblins made their camp on the barren wasteland.
The air was thick with tension, the ground beneath them hard and unyielding. The sky was clear, but the twin moons cast an eerie, blood-red glow over the landscape, adding to the ominous atmosphere.
Ten thousand Hobgoblins filled the desolate plain, their campfires scattered like malevolent stars in a twisted constellation. The fires crackled and hissed, casting flickering shadows that danced menacingly across the ground.
The Hobgoblins moved about their camp with a grim purpose, their guttural voices and harsh laughter creating a discord that seemed to make the very earth tremble.