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!]
Old Man's Origin
[Alice]: "Will you live a fucking life without knowing the truth? Because I won't."
Both of their heads began to bleed, with blood flowing right down on their cheeks and nose, dripping down along their jaws.
[Jayson]: "You're crazy—"
[Alice]: "Maybe, I am. But that's why I need your help."
[Jayson]: "Says's the one who failed to help us!"
[Alice]: "I had no fucking choice! They held us back there! If we moved, it's the same as treason. I can't risk my guild members' lives! Do you understand?!"
Both of them began to finally show their dissatisfaction with each other, and despite Jayson having a grudge against that Guild for not being able to save his teammates, he couldn't change the fact that he needed to consider everything.
He was too considerate, he thought to himself.
[Alice]: "That's why I want to know who exactly is behind all this... and bash their heads in... but I already have a lead."