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!]
One Step Forward
[It's quite livelier than before, isn't it?]
[I can't even believe this city was here.]
[Did you hear? The lord of this city singlehandedly pushed a war away. That's like... amazing.]
Those were the words of adventurers that came and went by Hellsburg the next day after the said war was dismissed.
It had only been almost two years since its initial establishment but its market was steadily growing due to the active trade it had with Bolo.
Or so it was said by the rumors that only made more questions as to how a city out of nowhere could even be capable to connect with such a big city.
Perhaps it was because of the large gold deposit in the supposedly barren and monstrous wasteland, or maybe it was because the rumored lord of the city was a cunning and greedy man that was called a Prince of Hell.
It was a nickname given by the initial residents as his demands were outrageous, putting the all through hellish labor and bone-chilling performances.