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I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

Getting caught up in another world, especially the same kind as your favorite Novel, sounds all fun and sweet... … Until it's not! As an avid Weeb, this wasn't how Samuel expected his Transmigrated life to turn out. Completely removed from the comfortable life he once knew, this ‘modern guy' finds himself in a fantasy world that is in polar contrast with what he had imagined. His mission? Kill the Demon God and bring the world to peace! It sounds so easy, right? Too bad his new life isn't as grand as he expected. 'Now that it has come to this, there's only one thing left to do...' Gather as many allies as he can on his grand quest. "I'm not Overpowered, but... no one has to know that, right?" Watch as Samuel Peterson, a seemingly ordinary guy, overcomes his tribulation in a place where everyone relies on him and actually believes he is their only hope. An epic Kingdombuilding Misunderstanding Story awaits you! ______________________________ {A/N: Please check Auxiliary Chapters for information on Characters. Original Character Artworks will be made available on the Discord Server, so please do well to join.} https://discord.gg/yMPNRURZJh ~Thanks!~ _______________________________ As the Theme dictates, this is a Kingdom Building Novel, and one that has character progression. Even though the MC is as weak as possible (initially), it does not affect the story negatively. In fact, it's actually the opposite. Just read a few chapters and you'll be convinced. This is a fun book. I certainly hope you enjoy it and support the Novel. Since I'm in a contest, please help me to win. Thanks!

Magecrafter · แฟนตาซี
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234 Chs

Dustinel Of The Elves

"U-urgh…" Dustinel groaned as he stirred in his sleep.

He was currently at the edge that separated unconsciousness from consciousness, though being ignorant of the fact himself. In this moment of being in a limbo of thoughts and sensations, the Elf felt like he was in a trance.

Within this state, he saw several of his Elven brethren. He watched how they had been degraded by his current master. He powerlessly witnessed their enslavement with the inability to intervene.

Fear was a shackle, and Dustinel was its greatest prisoner.

'I… I…' He found himself thinking in his dream—unable to wake, but unable to maintain his mental construct.

Soon, he found that everything around him collapsed, and he was buried in utter darkness. He tried crying for help as he descended into the pitch-black night, but no one heard him. No one could hear him because his voice couldn't be heard.

He opened his lips and flapped his gums, but nothing came forth.