kingdombuilding

Greene Kleb, a modern man, awakens in Westeros as the young Baron of Whispering Castle. No system. No cheats. No harem. Only a crumbling keep, a forgotten family, and a swamp crest that few remember. The great game has already begun. Kings rise and fall, lords plot in shadows, and the Iron Throne stands as the prize above all. Greene knows only one truth: in this world of ice and fire, mercy is weakness, and loyalty must be forged, not begged. Armed with wit sharper than any sword and a will as cold as winter, he begins his Machiavellian climb. Step by step, the Baron of Whispering Castle will carve his name into the songs of Westeros. And when the last embers settle, only one question remains— Who will sit the Iron Throne of Ice and Fire?

*Just quickly, I have also started publishing my entry for WPC NOV 25, All feedback is appreciated, so please check it out!* http://wbnv.in/a/25jUvEv [SYSTEM INITIALISING, PLEASE WAIT...] [SYSTEM ERROR, MANA DENSITY TOO HIGH FOR CURRENT SYSTEM...] [SYSTEM WILL ROLLBACK TO THE FIRST SUITABLE BUILD...] [SUITABLE BUILD FOUND, NOW INSTALLING...] [CONGRATULATIONS, SYSTEM INSTALLED BUILD MODEL -1.0.0 DEUS PRIMORDIA] [ERROR DEUS PRIMORDIA INCOMPATIBLE WITH RACE] [DEUS PRIMORDIA PATCHING] [NEO PRIMORDIA CREATED... SUCCESSFULLY INSTALLED] "Hey kid, congrats. Never seen that one before now step to the side and make way, the notifications will be coming for a while." *** Average will be two chapters per day chapters will be 1500+ Words each. Discord is now live! https://discord.gg/vNh3UfHY Lastly, a massive thank you to everyone who gives this project of mine a chance, to those of you that add thank you, seeing those red, blue and yellow lines moving means the world to any author whether veteran, or aspiring like me!

Transported into the world as a despised bastard of the North, Arthur Snow finds himself starting at the very bottom. Fortunately, he soon discovers that he has brought along a Three Kingdoms Kill–style system interface. The tactic card [Oath of the Peach Garden] allows him to grow peach orchards even in the brutal cold of the North. The equipment card [Shadow Steed] gives his small horse incredible speed while running and jumping. The basic card [Peach] grants him a physique far stronger than that of ordinary men. … Many years later, sitting upon the Iron Throne, Arthur Snow looks back on the hardships of his journey and sighs with emotion: “Being born humble is not a disgrace. Knowing when to bend and when to stand—that is what makes a true man.”

Humans believed the world was normal for many years, until a transmigrator appeared. Revealing magic to people. while also bringing disaster to the world. Alex who had lived in an orphanage most of his life was powersless. Until he stumbled upon the eighth continent. I will try to post a chapter everyday, except on weekends.

Emperor Kassian is not a man; he is a nightmare fueled by fire. Cursed by the "Eternal Ember," his blood boils with a scorching heat that drives him to madness. To keep his sanity, he slaughters. To cool his burning veins, he destroys. For years, the Red Tyrant hasn't slept a single night, his mind teetering on the edge of total collapse. Vera is a street-smart thief who knows only one rule: steal to survive. When she breaks into the Imperial Palace, she expects to leave with a bag full of gold. Instead, she stumbles into the Emperor’s forbidden chamber and finds herself face-to-face with the monster himself. But just as death seems inevitable, a single drop of Vera’s blood falls, and the impossible happens. The scent of her blood doesn't drive him to kill; it calms him. Her touch doesn't burn; it freezes. Due to a mysterious artifact she swallowed as a child, Vera is the only living antidote to Kassian’s curse. For the first time, the Tyrant sleeps—but only if she is in his arms. Now, Vera is no longer a thief but a prisoner in the Emperor’s bed. She is his medicine, his obsession, and his only lifeline. Trapped in a palace full of enemies who want her dead and a monster who craves her very essence, Vera must find a way to escape. But as Kassian’s hunger turns from blood to desire, she realizes that the safest place in the kingdom might be the most dangerous place of all: the Tyrant's embrace.

"Disaster comes from the sea. Behold, this is the truth behind your prosperity..." "I am the emperor! Why can't I have a golden palace?" "Let the flames burn a little longer! Hmm, isn't this a form of purification?" "Hmm! I'm not interested in history or anything like that, but you seem to lack some proper respect for the emperor?" … Mary Geoise, a red figure stood on the throne. "For your hell, let us give you a thousand thunderous cheers!"

Well .. I'm Julien Moreaux I read the novel. I knew the story. The Third Prince dies at Chapter 47 to make the hero stronger. Cool. Except I'm the Third Prince now. Terminal illness in my first life. Scripted death in my second. Fate really hates me. But when the protagonist's sword pierced my heart, I didn't stay dead—I came back with the one talent the Dragon God himself wielded: Creation. The ability to CREATE from nothing—weapons, techniques, power itself. Now I've got dragon blood, forbidden knowledge, and zero interest in being anyone's stepping stone. The hero wants justice? He can try taking it from a dragon. My brothers want the throne? They can fight for scraps. Fate wants me dead? Let's see it try again. I'll claim forbidden artifacts, manipulate prophecies, and build an empire from the ashes of a story that was never mine. If that makes me the villain—Good. Villains don't die at Chapter 47. They rewrite the ending. This is my story now. [Transmigration | OP MC (Long-Term) | Dragons | Anti-Hero | Kingdom Building | Strategic Genius | Cultivation + Magic | Slow-Burn Romance+ Harem] ------------------------------------------------- Pls Support with Powerstones, Golden tickets and gifts so the story can reach others. I am also a very interactive Author, so please your comments and reviews are much expected and appreciated (Criticism as well).

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07

A man dies after a harsh, exhausting life… and then wakes up again. He is greeted by the Priestess of Worlds, who calmly tells him the impossible: he is being sent to paradise — a place where he can do anything he desires. He may build a world of his own. He may live peacefully with a family in a grand home. He may shape reality itself. Instead of comfort, the protagonist chooses creation. He builds a paradoxical paradise — a world that reflects both his wounds and his curiosity — and slowly, inevitably, he begins to change along with it. But soon, questions rise: Who created paradise in the first place? Why does it exist? And what purpose does such a perfect world serve? This story explores the nature of heaven, illusion, freedom, and the quiet conflicts hidden beneath perfection. Important note: This work was originally written in Russian. The author translated and adapted it into English. Content note: If you dislike philosophy, metaphors, or subtle sensuality woven into world-building, this story may not be for you.

What do you do when you are given power beyond your comprehension? You build a better future for those who cannot! But first you have to recruit the most capable people you know of. If those very capable people end up being very attractive women, it is nothing more than a coincidence.

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

the kingdom is watching. the crown is waiting. the clock is ticking. Prince Alex must learn that power is never given freely — its taken and paid for in blood. but the closer he walks to the thrown the more dangerous the path becomes. and by his side stands Morgan his loyal knight. duty should keep them apart, yet something far deeper pulls them together. in a world where magic can corrupt and sacrifice is demanded at every turn. love may be the most dangerous risk of all. destiny will not wait for him to be ready.

If i knew that ruling a universe would be this tiring, I would have preferred to retire in my original world…sigh… .

In a regressed, tribal version of real-world Pakistan—without electricity, engines, or illusion—Arslan, a gay Muslim boy, dies of heatstroke and hunger in a market gutter in 2025. In his final breath, he makes a wish: > “God… if I had a second chance... I’d show You how much better I could’ve been.” ......... Chapters are long 2000+ words mostly so try to keep up. it gets better. rookie author here

(Also known as: That time I got Reincarnated With Sound Magic in a World With No Music) In the Kingdom of Vornis, royal blood has always meant one thing: devastating Fire Magic — the ultimate symbol of power, dominance, and unbreakable tradition. But when twin kids are born with the long-forgotten, scorned gift of *Sound Magic* — a “weak” branch dismissed as useless and extinct — the palace erupts in scandal. One twin, however, harbors a secret no one could ever suspect. He remembers his past life as Raze — a 25-year-old failed musician from Earth who died filled with regret, never having made the world smile with his songs. Reborn as *Prince Aster Wynfall*, alongside his devoted twin sister Astra, he makes a vow: *This time, I will not fail.* While a ruthless queen plots to erase the “defective” heirs and the court clings to its fiery legacy, Aster unleashes something this world has never seen: - *Recorded music* that spreads across kingdoms like wildfire. - *Rap* that leaves hardened mages speechless and crowds in tears. - *Concerts* that unite nobles and commoners in shared emotion, shaking the very foundations of power. From a lonely dreamer struck by lightning… to an eleven-year-old prodigy forging empires with melodies, defying the crown, and proving that the rarest magic isn’t weak — it’s the power to move hearts, topple traditions, and make an entire world sing. What if the greatest weapon in a world of fire and sword… was a song no one could ever forget? *Harmonic Rebirth* — A unique musical fantasy isekai blending reincarnation, heartfelt family bonds, clever inventions that rewrite magic itself, defiant underdogs, and an emotional revolution where music becomes the ultimate force of change. If you love stories where the “weakest” power turns out to be the strongest, where talent and love conquer politics and prejudice, and where every note carries the weight of two lifetimes — start reading now. The world is about to learn a new harmony.

[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] *** This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.

“Change is the only constant in every world.” Long before crowns, titles, or legends, there was a world that still believed in continuity. This story follows the rise of the Kingdom of Hearts—not as a tale of conquest, but of endurance. Of a king shaped by survival rather than ambition. Of a realm built not from destiny, but from choice. As the world changes, fractures, and rebuilds itself across time, this is a story about what is lost, what is remembered, and what it means to keep living when everything else has already ended. Author’s Note: This story was originally written in Portuguese and translated into English with AI assistance. Minor revisions were made for clarity and flow.

Radeon. A cosmic emperor who devoured his own universe to cage an unknown blight, and now woke in the weak flesh of a nobody scribe named Rai. Though they had arrived in a realm that should have been the best in its cosmos, it was not. The people were muddled and backward. One could compare the time to the Middle Ages, despite the realm’s frame being in the cosmic age. As he explored further, he discovered Eldritch Horrors running rampant within the Samsara Realm, trying to replace each man and woman with their own. Names for items and tools were skewed. Nothing had standards for equipment, pills, or martial arts. Knowledge of the mundane and the complex became too hard for people to fathom, as the progress of men was hampered by what they could not see. Aware of what was happening, Radeon faced a choice. Will he cultivate just enough and escape the realm? Or will he bring salvation to the living beings of this Samsara he reincarnated into? [55,000+ Words before locked-in] [Cultivation] +[Eldritch] + [Middle Ages Era] [Warning: Contains violence and intimate contents on later chapters.] [System creation and item grades also on later chapters.] [Update Schedule: Guaranteed Two Chapters Daily.]

[Congratulations, Terran survivor #99598, for activating the Universe Assistance System!] Althea, along with the remaining 1% of the population of their home planet, stared at the holographic screen in front of them in confusion. Their galaxy was apparently ending, and suddenly announcements from an alien system appeared in their heads, telling them they would be permanently transferred to another world. The survivors were all very depressed. First, they were forced to survive in a zombie apocalypse, and now they had to survive a new world altogether? It just so happened that Althea was one of the few people who got the Lord Token, the ticket to controlling a territory---a supposed safe haven for her people. Althea looked at her very large stomach and sighed at an unknown future. Would she be able to build a good home for her children? And... would she and her husband find each other again? #Apocalypse, #Josei, #Romance, #BeautifulFL, #HandsomeML, #PowerCouple, #Infrastructure, #MagicSpace, #KingdomBuilding, #Adventure, #Pregnancy, #Game Elements, #System #LitRPG ____ Now an E-BOOK~! Please rate, ne? WILL HELP US OUT SOOO MUCHH~! Book 1: AMAZON: https://a.co/d/hy7Rocr GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203724162-after-surviving-the-apocalypse-i-built-a-city-in-another-world ____ READERS LOUNGE NOW OPEN~! (Readers ONLY please!) https://discord.gg/w8qKw2yaNK

The emperor belongs to the empire. The general belongs to the battlefield. Neither of them belongs to himself. In a court where a single glance can become treason, Emperor Li Tianyu rules with restraint, surrounded by empress, consorts, and ministers who watch for weakness. His power is absolute—but carefully caged. Zhao Junjie, the empire’s youngest Supreme General, has survived war, betrayal, and bloodshed. His loyalty is unquestioned. His silence is dangerous. As rebellions rise and court factions sharpen their knives, the emperor and his general are drawn into a bond that cannot be spoken, named, or revealed. Their connection survives through late-night councils, unspoken glances, and decisions that quietly protect one another—at the cost of everything else. There is no confession. There is no promise. Only loyalty that refuses to break. Beneath the Dragon Banner is a slow-burn historical epic of power, restraint, and forbidden devotion—where love is not declared, but endured.