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!]
Rise Anew
At the current time, a brooding night storm began to encircle Hellsburg.
The former Hero faced the people who yearned to chase him away, broken.
His efforts and sacrifice were thrown away, an unnecessary deed that he had done.
He found himself to be a victim as well, but for the people who had suffered. His actions, and personality, had said otherwise.
He had the choice to do the right thing, yet, he was only human.
A Saint would only be the one capable of doing those things.
Gladysius: [Hero, huh...]
It was at this kind of sight that Maximilian was able to remember a quote from a movie.
[Either one, would die a hero, or live long enough to see themselves become, the villain.]
Gladysius: [——Screw being a Hero!]
BANG BANG
Lightning and thunderclaps had struck Gladysius.
Everyone's eyes were flashed by a bright light then quickly darkened, disorienting everyone as a loud crackling sound followed it.