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!]
Just Like A Game
[Maxmilian]: "——! I'm gonna need an explanation for this!"
Racing through the wide savanna, the carriage crackled and rumbled from the up and down motion they were in.
The unstable soil was causing it to move that way, as the soil around them races along.
There was something under the soil, digging through as if following them. There were visible on both sides, there were two of them.
[Marcus]: "I'm sure we've told you this before but... the savannah is usually a safe place, but since I trust the coachman here, we'll be able to get through!"
[Maximilian]: "And you didn't even bother to tell me?!"
Holding on to the walls of the carriages, Maximilian was frustrated that he wasn't informed of anything before. This was a risky move for them, and he did not want to play his cards without being certain.
Maximilian had to remember this and talk to Marcus later after things have calmed down, but for now, their fate was up to the coachman's skills in driving.