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.
"S-Sacrifice?" Golly's face drained of color as he took in the grotesque sight of the magic circle. The ground was stained with dark splotches of blood, and a foul, acrid stench filled the air.
"N-no way . . ." Santi's voice wavered, her disbelief mingling with horror.
Rain's eyes widened in shock. "All those gnomes . . . they were sacrificed?"
A spear materialized out of thin air, its end slamming into the ground with a resounding thud as Gorm's maniacal laughter filled the chamber. "Everyone will be sacrificed to open the underworld! I'll claim my Interitus from the reaper's chest, one way or another!"
Gorm stood surrounded by a maelstrom of dark energy, his arms raised in a dramatic arc as he chanted in an ancient, guttural language. The air crackled with the intensity of the ritual, each word of the chant sending ripples through the oppressive atmosphere.