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!]
To End This Troublesome Day
"Light Magic: Flashpoint."
Again, he cast a flash to blind the enemy, following a dash and slash that builds up momentum for his own.
It was a combination of magic and swordsmanship that carried along with two distinct personalities.
The swordsmanship of the former and the intellect of the current.
A powerful fusion that had redeemed themselves in battle.
"Hey! The worm is still out there!"
One adventurer shouts as the others follow him, gathering forces to the right side of the battle against the Horde.
The scent of monster blood was a stench one cannot stomach for long.
Spilling stomach guts and blood together had built up so much that it began to reek altogether.
This must be cleaned up as soon as possible before the chance of an epidemic begins.
"No, why are we going to wait?"
There was no reason to. He had almost forgotten the knowledge of combustion was available.
Setting such thing on fire is easy enough for him.
"Intermediate Fire Magic: Incinerate."