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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.

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Strategic Realignments      

That night, Cedrick was meticulously strategizing his next move to expand his territory on the map of the Spirit Realm when a soft knock echoed through his chamber door.

 

"Come in," he commanded, not taking his eyes off the detailed map spread out before him.

 

Silphie entered, her presence breaking Cedrick's intense concentration. He finally looked up, peeling his eyes away from the map to acknowledge her.

"Silphie, you're back already? How was your visit to the Barren Wasteland?" Cedrick inquired, his tone betraying a lack of genuine interest. He saw little value in a territory as desolate as the Wasteland, and his question was merely a formality.

As usual, Silphie reported every detail to Cedrick, even if the trip seemed uneventful at first glance. She paused, contemplating. Perhaps it wasn't so uneventful . . . she thought.