Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
A Resolve To Last
[Author's Note: From now on, I will be using a third-person view to narrate the story!
In the first few chapters, I had mixed perspectives regarding switching one person to another but to not confuse anyone, I will now stick to one universal narration.
Thank you very much for reading up until now!]
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A calm breeze came upon the side of the forest, hushing away the extinguished fire's smoke away from the figures around it.
It was morning, five hours before the Horde attacked Hellsburg.
Marcus was there, tied up around a trunk of a tree, seemingly the first to wake up.
"Look at these fools, lowering their guards."
Before him was the party that had been sleeping comfortably in each of their portable beds while he had to bear the coldness of the early morning after the fire was extinguished.