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!]
For I, A Jealous God.
Celestia: [I'll make it quick since I shouldn't be here! Now...]
With a flicker of a finger, the room was back into one piece. The office turned back in a flash and the documents that had once vanished, returned.
Grantt: [Whoa...! That is so weird!]
Sitting behind the desk, Grantt had let go of the pen, looking at the environment that had to seem surreal to return from nothing.
For someone who lived in such a magical world, Maximilian thought that Grantt's mind was weak.
Maximilian: [...]
Maximilian was there, behind Grantt, standing as if the puppeteer of this weak-minded and easy man, the controller from the shadows.
Celestia: [So, the Hero, Gladysius will get out of hypnosis, he will blast Mina's arm away and Marcus will become the new Hero to replace him!]
Leaning towards the desk, the Goddess's slightly revealing maid uniform had somehow made Grantt look for a second, only to remember that she was the Goddess.
Grantt: [W-What? What do you mean by that?]