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!]
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With a continuous clamor of blades and ice, Belial faced two that attacked in sync and with coordination.
Marcus could only somehow be amazed at how Belial manages to twist and then the body he only borrowed in a way he wanted to, moving at the exact time and place to outmaneuver the ice golems' attacks.
One should have expected that a stranger to another's body without experience should at least feel inconvenient with it, however, in just a few seconds, Belial had already mastered his way to this body.
Marcus was just as busy as him, fighting a sole Ice Golem that was moving and attacking at least the same speed as the two golems Belial faced. However, just as Marcus was being pinned down back into a wall, there was no space to dodge anymore.
[Belial]: "Hey! Duck!"
For some reason, Belial called out to Marcus.
[Marcus]: "T-This crazy son of a—"
Marcus only looked, but as his intuition and body tensed up, it was a reaction that indicated him to follow that one word.