kingdombuilding

Waking up in a world of pirates as a Marine Captain, Danter Ashford has no desire to serve justice for bubbleheads. Instead, he sets his sights on something else-becoming a warlord in East Blue and ruling on his own terms. Step one: Build walls. Step two: Stockpile resources. Step three: Wait for the right moment. Then? Upend the world. --- My update schedule is every other day except Wednesday. disclaimers: This work of fiction is based on One Piece universe created by Eiichiro Oda, it is intellectual property of his and Shonen Jump, all rights reserved. This fanfiction is created for entertainment purposes only. Readers are encouraged to support Official One Piece series.

Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction in which the German nation is headed just as he is killed in a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

There is a world where 10 kingdoms began a war to rule the world. This war continued for 500 years, but in the end, they signed a peace agreement stating that if even one kingdom started a war again, the other nine kingdoms would attack that kingdom to maintain peace. However, in the future, a certain boy desired break that agreement, and a devastating war of massacre began.

In a world ruled by swords, magic, and noble power, Kiara opens a shop. To outsiders, it looks ordinary. Inside, however, she sells things this world should never have seen. Firearms. Ammunition. Weapons capable of changing the outcome of wars. But the woman running this shop is not truly from this world. After dying in the modern era as a weapon designer due to a betrayal from her comrades, her soul transmigrates into the abandoned daughter of an Emperor and Queen Consort. Cast aside since birth due to the lack of a spirit core, she grew up far from the palace that should have been her home. Now guided by a mysterious, sassy weapons system, she begins her journey as a weapons seller. As her influence grows, men gather around her. An Assassin Android falls in love with her. A nobleman with a gentle soul and a kind personality becomes her fiancé. A mythical Archdemon of lust becomes her sexual partner. A prince makes mysterious designs on her, intending to use her for his goals. However, accomplishing her goals is her priority. Anything else is secondary. She has but three primary goals. First, Revenge against her mother, who abandoned her as a baby. Second, Making Firearms the most used weapon And third, find a way back home and settle the score with her comrades and superiors who betrayed her. To accomplish these goals, she will put a fake smile on her face, she will help her enemies, she leads men into giving them false hope of romance, and she destroys everything in her path without a hint of mercy. This is the legend of Kiara, the Phoenix that was reborn from the ashes of revenge. *** Upload rate: minimum 28 chapters/week. Bonus chapters depend on ranking and readers' support. **** To support the author and get access to other benefits, join Patreon. (First 50 chapters are provided for free to read on Patreon without needing any subscription.) patreon.com/Krishna6746

Nareth was chosen by the Sefirot "Kingdom of Disorder," altering his fate from the gestation pod and giving the Chaos Gods a little shock. During the Great Crusade, he expanded the empire's borders. In the Horus Heresy, he slew the traitorous Primarchs. After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, as the only remaining Primarch, he became the one to put out fires across the galaxy. In the War of the Beast, he struck down the Beast. In the Eternal War, he made traitors tremble in fear. All praise his loyalty—but was that the whole truth? "Actually, I was just in it for the benefits. "What? You didn’t notice? With the potion ingredients, I could nurture Beyonders. "Belisarius Cawl was my ‘enlightener’..." "I am the shadow of order, finding every exploitable loophole in the rules." He is the Black Emperor, the one who dictates the laws. He forges a new empire and carves out a future for humanity, drowning in darkness and despair!

The year is 2122 Where wealth is owned by a few With technology and AI Causing our Jobs to die. With past protests and a failed coup Comes compromise anew With the introduction of UBI Allows them our allegiance to buy. As we all start to despair Decadence prevents social repair Though one from a powerful bloodline Created Dynasties Online. Where players create a dynasty Allowing those born in modesty A chance to be called your majesty Though for some, this was a Travesty. As we all take part in the constant conflict Some powerful people thought they were tricked And later lamented at their initial despise Failing to stop the game’s rise. As the unemployed play the game All with their own aims While some fight for their own fame A Kingdom I will claim. Reginald Coulan, creator and head of House Aurellion in dynasties online. Please read the author’s note before you start reading the novel.

Fuck the communists, fuck the Nazis, fuck the fascists, fuck the liberals, fuck the socialists, fuck the politicians, and fuck the nobles. I tried to be helpful. I tried to change things. But there was always a “but,” always a “no,” always some problem. ENOUGH… I’m not going to sit back and let some fucking idiot decide what I’m supposed to do with my life. No more of these idiots treating me like a piece on a board. I’ll run my own life. I’ll stabilize this system that’s falling apart, PERMANENTLY.

Game of Thrones fanfiction, A Song of Ice and Fire fanfiction. Transmigration, no harem, no system, no technology. No poison, supporting characters to stay close to the original. Mainstream storyline without being too bland, with occasional satisfying moments and interspersed with epic scenes. Protagonist name: Gallen of House Crabb Starting title: Lord of Whispers Family motto: United we stand Family sigil: Marsh Marigold Get access to advanced chapters on my Patreon, with over 50 new chapters per week. [email protected]/mr-ceruoo

Due to a political move to force his family into submission, Leone was exiled to the Borderlands. A land where monsters roam, barbarians rule, and disgraced nobles are sent to die. But instead of despairing, the shameless young noble refuses to accept his fate. By sheer coincidence and terrible luck, he found himself falling from the sky, and crashing into the altar of a desperate tribe praying for a Hero. Perhaps the Goddess of the World took pity on him, and allowed him to obtain the ancient grimoire that was hailed as the Kingmaker. Armed with wit, outrageous confidence, and a kingdom-building power that defies logic, Leone begins turning the wilderness into his domain. The Nobles, and the King of Britannia, who sent Leone to exile have no idea that they have made the biggest, and greatest mistake of their lives. Out of all the things they did, they sent the future Hero King to the perfect place where he can build a kingdom of his own... A kingdom that will take the world by storm! -------- Join me in Discord!: https://discord.gg/UesrNGmKWz

Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window. But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive. And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts. Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation. Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.

One day, after transmigrating into the world of One Piece, Ian set a goal for himself: In two and a half years, he would punch down the Four Emperors, kick the Admirals, and overthrow the rule of the Celestial Dragons. However, nearly twenty years later, forget the Four Emperors, forget being the Pirate King and kicking the Admiral, forget One Piece, forget justice, forget the World Government, to hell with it all! Facing the chaos of the seas once again, Ian decides to go home, settle down, build a family, and quietly live out the rest of his life.

Back in 1960s Hollywood, Connor Hauser woke up to find himself a wounded vet lying in a hospital bed. To continue being a soldier was impossible… Afterwards, he witnessed the rise of the New Wave of Hollywood, when America's entertainment industry began to dominate around the world and the Blockbuster were barely invented. The vortex of desire for money and power, the close relationship between Hollywood, Wall Street and Washington... Most importantly the 1960s was full of beauties and money! Follow the director/media mogul path, he will invest in Media, Theme Parks and Videogames.

Exiled for receiving the wrong Gift, Yuri is sent to a bankrupt territory and a political marriage no one envies. Born into a prestigious noble house, Yuri Leonidas was cast aside when the Star Rite granted him the Gift of “Merchant” instead of the magic his family desired. Branded a disappointment, he is pushed toward a ruined land drowning in debt and a marriage to Celine, a former royal consort exiled from the palace. But Yuri’s Gift is anything but useless. With trade, negotiation, and a sharp eye for value, he begins rebuilding the territory from the ground up—food, taxes, workshops, roads, and diplomacy. Every reform wins him allies, every success invites envy, and every step forward pulls him deeper into noble politics and international intrigue. As the land begins to thrive, so do the bonds around him. Loyal retainers, brilliant women, and former court beauties gather at his side, turning one disgraced noble’s fight for survival into a story of romance, ambition, and a growing harem. In this world, economics moves the story—and Yuri intends to change not only his fate, but the fate of his territory itself.

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 50 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. With modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West. ---------------------- 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 50 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

I stretched into states of being, tried on the possibility of breath, the suggestion of gravity. I wore physics like a child wears robes too large; with wonder, and with mischief. For what is law to one born of its violation? The nothing did not like me. But it could not erase me. I am what happens when even paradox loses the will to correct itself. I drifted... no, I contemplated the shape of drifting, and in doing so, enacted it. And around me: the ghost of a cosmos, breathing in reverse, unraveling back into silence. Still, I remained. And in the core of me, the first question burned: 'What now?' But no answer came. Because there was no audience, no origin, no god to reply. So I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the concept of mirth needed to be born somewhere, and I had room to spare. I am the joke. The punchline of oblivion. A cosmic smirk after a long silence. And yet… even now, I feel something stirring. Like a story waiting to be told. Like an idea daring to take root in a garden scorched by collapse. So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ~Lanterne~ PS: Understand the initial chapters might be confusing, but it is to build an understanding on exactly what the novel will be getting into later on. So kindly bear with for a little while.

AN: This is a trial read for me. If you stumble upon this book somehow, feel free to read it...

What do we all seek after a long day? Some may say wealth, others comfort… perhaps the embrace of a lover or the warmth of laughter among friends. Yet when everything is stripped away, there is one thing every living being longs for: Rest. To lie upon a soft bed, wrap ourselves in warmth, close our eyes, and surrender to the tranquility of sleep, hoping for blissful dreams to carry us away from the cruelty of reality. But what if sleep was the crueler reality? What if every time your eyes closed, you were dragged into another world? A world not of wonder, but of nightmares. A place where monsters hunt you endlessly and even rest itself becomes impossible. At first, it may sound like fantasy. Another world? An adventure? The dream of every reader. But think deeper. If you spend the day surviving one harsh world, only to spend the night surviving another… then when do you truly rest? When do you heal? When do you live? Such is the fate of Prince Idel . A frail, exhausted royal who wanders the Dream Realm every night for eternity. In one world, he is misunderstood. In the other, he is hated. to get more info about the world, power systems and the like, hit my Tic tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZS92ku3TGugtN-2aGQj/

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.