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!]
The Last Page Of His Book
"Y-Young Lord! Your Father!"
"——!?"
A sudden urgency calls to attention. Upon the slightest moment he heard his father in such a tone, he immediately sought out and followed the man without hesitation nor looking back.
He ran and ran, towards the Northern part of the town, seeing but a crowd that seemed to have grieved over something.
[Grantt]: "Where's Father?! What happened?!"
The people made their way, revealing the wide hole that had been halfway dug. It was deep, probably almost seven feet down, however, everyone had looked at it with almost shocked faces.
Some knelt, and some cried, those were the signs that he didn't want to see. He continued to ask the other people what had happened, wanting to believe that his father was somewhere else.
Eventually, someone had the answer to his question.
"The Lord... he was eaten alive by a huge worm!"
It was a woman who broke down into the ground, screaming out about the traumatic experience they all had.