kingdombuilding

At the Waters of Awakening, an elf is born with memories that don’t belong to this world. When the Valar arrive with their shining offer - salvation, eternal light, a paradise across the sea — he sees what others cannot. A price hidden beneath divine promises. Safety traded for freedom. So he does the unthinkable. He refuses. The Avari-the Unwilling, the Refusers, the ones history will forget — follow him into exile. What unfolds is not a tale of wandering wonder, but of building: walls raised against the coming darkness, weapons forged without divine guidance, a kingdom carved from nothing but will and determination. Because in Middle-earth, freedom is never free. And darkness always comes to collect. ━━━━━━━━ ⟡ AUTHOR’S NOTES ⟡ ━━━━━━━━ Lore-heavy beginning: The opening chapters introduce many Tolkien terms, names, and worldbuilding elements. If it feels dense at first, don’t worry - each chapter ends with a mini-glossary to help you navigate everything easily. Long-form chapters: The chapter count may look small early on, but every chapter is substantial (3,000+ words minimum, often much longer). AU & apologies to lore purists: This is an Alternate Universe kingdom-building story set in Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I apologize in advance to hardcore LOTR fans for any lore liberties or naming mistakes - I’m doing my best to honor the source material while exploring new possibilities. Constructive feedback is always welcome (kindly, please)! Give it a chance. The Avari are waiting!!!

Ren Hanaki was out milking his cows when he and his entire farm got displaced into another world. Not only is he in a strange one, but also there's this voice in his head, and a gamified tab that holds his stats and hands out quests. Apparently he was summoned by the last effort of a mage to summon a grand demon, appearing in its stead.  [You have been summoned by a Mage, rejoice you'll be useful]   [You are bound.]   [The mage who summoned you has died a horrific death, you are now a free man once again.]    His freedom was nothing but an illusion as the interest of gods play out. What chaos would a man unbound by the threads of fate stir? One thing was certain, Ren was far from a mere pawn.

The ignorant are lost in the world, thus they die meaningless deaths. Purpose is not found, it is given. The lord shall grant you a just purpose.

In a world where magic is everything, sixteen-year-old Caelum Thorne awakens a power thought extinct for three hundred years: void magic—the ability to erase existence itself. Cast out by his noble family for appearing "Unawakened," Caelum discovers his rare and dangerous affinity corrupts those who wield it, slowly consuming their identity until nothing remains. Given only two years before the void destroys him completely, he must master his power while fighting in a desperate war against Solarius the Devastator, a tyrant whose forces of undead warriors threaten to reduce all civilization to ash.

The year is Konoha 41. The dust has barely settled on the Second Great Ninja War. Inside the village, dark undercurrents swirl. Political factions are restless, and morale is wavering. Outside the walls, the other Four Great Nations are sharpening their kunai, waiting for the perfect moment to tear the Hidden Leaf apart. In this era of internal strife and external threats, a seasoned, high-level politician from the modern world wakes up in the body of Sarutobi Hiruzen. But he didn’t come empty-handed. Floating in his mindscape is a single, spectral dossier—a System governing five key metrics: [Authority] — [Diplomacy] — [Military] — [Economy] — [Education] These five indicators are now bound to his lifespan and the future of the village. "Orochimaru, my boy, you have always been the student I am most proud of." Starting by securing the loyalty of his most dangerous disciple, Sarutobi Hiruzen embarks on the path to becoming the strongest Hokage in history. "Do you believe in the Will of Fire?" It is time for the Hidden Leaf to accelerate its evolution. What to expect: Hoarding Geniuses: No talent is wasted. Institutional Reform: Dismantling the rot of the elders. Economic Warfare: Selling to the Feudal Lords to drain their treasuries. The Beacon of the Ninja World: Establishing the "Konoha Green Card" system. Clan Unity: integrating the Hyūga and Uchiha clans properly. Tech Uplift: Introducing modern science to chakra. Universal Hashirama Cells: Developing a safe vaccine for the ultimate power-up.

Being strong is a temporary thing, but being handsome is a lifelong thing. The transmigrator named Vegapunk touched his big head and made up his mind to change his body and appearance first, and then think about other things! However, there seemed to be a small problem during the soul transfer. The person was fine, but why was the world changed? Alright, it seems that before returning to the pirate world, I need to first unify the ninja world and develop a world shuttle.

An existence revered even by gods themselves grows bored—and decides to retire. After stepping away from divinity, he is reborn as Wright, a mortal in a fragile fantasy world. Inspired by the slow, peaceful lives he once read about in manga, Wright sets out to enjoy an otherworldly retirement: a small house in the forest, a garden to tend, good food to eat, and absolutely zero responsibility for the fate of reality. Or at least, that’s the plan. This is the story of the quiet, everyday life of a manga-obsessed former god—trying to live slowly in a world that can’t quite handle him.

A year‑long winter, waves of man‑eating monsters, and a power that bends reality itself. Shin arrived along his companions to a fortress after the longest winter ended , Under the task of aiding the forces that defended the fortress during the helish year protecting people inside , but he has a secondary hidden mission it's investigate the fortress and its lord . As Shin reveals the events of what really happened . He finds a boy deep within the fortress hidden , realizing the boy could be the key to the truth . In a world with humanity is driven slowly toward extinction . As monsters emerges in hordes to consume all living creatures , humanity's only weapon is a red , crimson energy that bends reality . as humans who awaken it gain massive advantages against others . is it really a weapon to destroy monsters or to destroy humanity from within .  

"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!"

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

X-CORE: Creating a Space Harem and Conquering Galaxies From a junior engineer to a galactic emperor... Orion’s life changed the day he bonded with the mysterious X-Core. With its power, he sets out across the stars, uncovering ancient secrets, meeting powerful companions, and conquering world after world on his path to destiny. Follow Orion’s rise as he forges an empire among the stars. If you enjoy the story, please consider voting with Power Stones, sharing with friends, and leaving an honest review... it really helps and keeps me motivated to write more. If you’re feeling extra supportive, even a Golden Ticket goes a long way. You can also follow me on Instagram @the_trueseeker for character arts, design inspirations, and behind-the-scenes while also checking out my other novels in writing. https://www.instagram.com/the_trueseeker?igsh=bWs5OGQ2NjY2Z2pm

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king.

Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, shame on me. Join Fang as he navigates a new world of magic, gods, and hostile kingdoms.

Tala, a young woman prone to mishaps, is inexplicably torn from her ordinary life and thrust into a desolate alien world teetering on the edge of ruin. This once-thriving society, inhabited by human-like beings has crumbled into a primitive existence under the weight of a devastating curse. Guided by a cryptic, otherworldly figure, Tala finds herself in a new form, bound to a mission she barely understands. In a rugged landscape of scattered tribes, forgotten technologies, and untamed wilderness, she must navigate survival amidst shifting alliances and lingering rivalries. With no clear path, Tala explores this vibrant yet perilous realm, her purpose unfolding through instinct and discovery. Will she rise to restore a broken world, or will its raw, chaotic allure claim her? In a land where trade is scarce and trust is scarcer, Tala’s journey promises both danger and wonder.

Lightweight system) (Slow-heating) Aegon travels to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire and becomes Aegon Targaryen, who shares the same name. Good news: He possesses the bloodline of the Valyrian Dragon King and can ride dragons. Bad news: I didn't transmigrate into Aegon the Conqueror who conquered the Seven Kingdoms, nor into any of the Targaryen kings in history, but into "Little Aegon"—yes, the one who got smashed against a wall by the Mountain and had his head split open. To make matters worse, the Targaryen dynasty had already fallen, and a usurper had ascended the throne in King's Landing. He could only drag his broken body and rely on the system to stay alive as he fled to the Narrow Sea. Aegon thought he was getting a tragic and heartbreaking script, but what happened? Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in at the Valyrian Ruins and received 1 chance to win a prize. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Golden Legendary item and obtained King Ghidorah (juvenile form). Aegon stared in astonishment at the grotesque three-headed beast on the system screen: "Wait... is this art style right?!" When the shadow of a three-headed dragon, obscuring the sky, swept across King's Landing, when the chaotic Seven Kingdoms were reunited under the dragon's wings, and when usurpers and traitors were reduced to ashes in the flames, the maesters who wrote the Targaryen Chronicles bestowed upon him the title "Aegon the Avenger" after Aegon the Conqueror.

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

[A mortal warmaster story about the Imperial Navy, with many female protagonists and a lot of hammering! ] Horatio never expected that he, a scum of the lower nest who was sentenced to death at the beginning, would become the first expedition warmaster from the Imperial Navy. He was awarded the command scepter of the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent Guilliman with a smile. The Lion King Lion patted his shoulder and said, "Leave the battle line to you, I'm going to kill people." The Second Imperial Emperor *Bang! *Saint Lesto dreamed of taking care of his unlucky yellow-armored child. He was regarded as the favorite bedtime story by the God Emperor and the Four Gods. Well, it's over. Adjutant, sound the battle alarm! The Hell Vanguard immediately launched an orbital airborne strike! The Lord Guard launched a boarding attack on the rebel flagship! Today, only Abaddon and I can leave this void alive! All this started on the day at the end of the 41st millennium of the Dark Boundless...

He was a husband. A father. A man crushed by responsibility and quiet failure. When exhaustion finally takes him, he wakes in the body of a sickly child in another world, one disturbingly similar to his own. There are no miracles. No chosen destiny. Only hunger, cold streets, and two girls who choose to stay with him when they don’t have to. A system awakens years later, not with power, but with consequences. This is not a story about becoming strong overnight. It is about discipline, survival, and the cost of waiting too long to believe.

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

"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?”