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Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World

This is a story about a modern man inspired by great conquerors, like Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan, to conquer another world. And, for that, he will utilize modern knowledge to develop his kingdom and innovative war strategies to conquer everything. Since he was a child, Henry loved reading about Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar and Genghis Khan, the greatest conquerors of all time. He idolized these important characters that molded humankind history with their own hands. Henry was always amazed by their great war tatics and strategies, that allowed them to conquer the world. He wanted to become someone like that. Unfortunately, he was born in the modern times and in a place that war was not a common occurence. Alone, he began to play hundreds of strategy games and eventually became a professional player, famous for his crazy and intelligent way of thinking. However, one day, due to unknown circumstances, Henry died and found himself on the long road to reincarnation, from where he jumped into the Dimensions River and reincarnated as the King of the Stahl Kingdom, a poor and cold nation surrounded by barbarians and wild life. He was finally in a place where he could conquer and dominate. A place where his brilliant tatics and strategies could dictate the way of the whole world. He wanted to follow the steps of his heroes and become the conqueror of the world. ______x_______ Note: I will be uploading a minimum of two to three chapters a week. Also, english is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please drop a comment on the paragraph. _______x_________ If you are liking this novel, leave your vote and review!

Stoicist · 軍事
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172 Chs

Teleportation

Right after inheriting the information about the Mythseeker Lineage and taking ownership of Caelum, the First Sword, Henry found Leier unconscious in front of the King's Way door.

Her battered figure was something to be concerned. Beyond the deep scar on her eyes, the injuries on her hands were almost nauseating. There was no sign of flesh; even the white of the bones in her knuckles was visible. It was a testament to her perseverance and loyalty, proof of how many times she had punched the purple wall of flames to pierce through it, without caring about her well-being.

Henry hurriedly approached her, dropping to his knees and placing his fingers on her neck, feeling the touch of her cold skin. A sense of relief washed over him as he felt a responsive pulse. She was still alive; her heart was beating. However, her breath was shallow and barely audible, resembling that of an animal hibernating through winter.