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!]
Fight Alongside
"...Sigh. I'm tired."
Laying down on the sand, covered in green blood and guts, Marcus had been exhausted after running away from the couple hundred Mirage Worms attracted by Belial's Magic.
This never happened before and it was almost the complete opposite of Maximilian's magic that somehow repelled every magic beast in his vicinity.
[Marcus]: "Just how—"
[Belial]: "We might use the same type, but our general use of magic is different. He uses magic in its completely structural method and visualization while I use magic-based completely in my ancient knowledge of it."
Marcus had to ask yet before he could even finish, Belial had already expected him to ask just as they sat down on the sand that still felt warm despite the breeze that became colder by the minute.