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 ensuing silence was so profound it was almost deafening.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Lord Izumi's lips. "In all my hundred years, you're the third creature bold enough to threaten my life.
"But the question is . . . can you do it? Can you kill me?!"
As Lord Izumi's voice echoed through the air, his aura began to shift. The atmosphere around him grew denser, the very air thicken, pressing heavily upon everyone present.
A low, resonant hum filled the space, vibrating through the ground and up everyone's legs, making it feel as though the earth itself trembled in his presence.
His eyes, usually a calm and deep shade of azure, darkened to an almost pitch-black hue, reflecting a storm of unfathomable power.