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!]
Unexpected Problem
As night comes to Hellsburg, the soldiers that had been training non-stop at their encampment behind the mansion had finally halted, resting around campfires while they ate sup made out of mushrooms.
Soldier 1: [Mushrooms. This city has expensive meat. I'd rather be in the capital if this will be the stuff we will be eating anyway, right? H-Hey....]
Looking at the bowl that they were given, the soldier quickly made a disgusted face after seeing the brown soup made out of mushrooms.
He tried to share his sentiment with the others around the fire, however, they all seemed busy eating the soup with wide eyes, as if they'd never eaten.
Soldier 2: [Stop rambling and eat! You're missing out!]
One had to stop and point at the lad's soup with his spoon, sipping the last of his own as he wanted seconds.
Soldier 1: [What the heck? What's so different about this? This is like a poor city's food!]