kingdombuilding

What if death were not the end… But the beginning of a transformation beyond imagination? After an absurd and preventable accident, a professor awakens to discover that he has lost his human body. He is no longer a man. He now exists as a sentient planet, condemned to drift through the void of space, bound by universal laws that not even a god can break. Isolated, unable to intervene directly, and unwilling to wait millennia for life to evolve on its own, he makes a forbidden decision. He creates the Genesis Records— a system designed to guide, strengthen, and accelerate the evolution of all life on his world. But power is never free. Fate, fortune, and deadly tribulations become the price of ascension. Every step forward demands sacrifice. Every mistake is paid for with death. As new races awaken under these merciless rules, he watches from the shadows. He calculates. He plans. He waits. Because in this world, even gods are bound by the laws they create. And evolution… Always demands a price.

In the height of the Golden Age, a new power emerges from the Sky Temple. Luthier, a transmigrator reborn as an AnciMiquella and Malenias unexpectedly named the Fourth Empyrean by the Two Fingers. Surrounded by legendary demigods like Miquella and Malenia, he must navigate a world of divine conspiracies where a single misstep leads to the abyss.

Qiren Lin was once an ordinary man, down on his luck. His medical clinic stood on the brink of closure. He was financially ruined after his wife vanished with half his possessions. Within the same month, his house burned to the ground—and his car was stolen. It was almost absurd. How could one man be this unlucky? Why was misfortune focused so precisely on him? With no road left to walk, he wandered the streets, lost in thought. Then he saw it—a boy crossing the path of a black cat. In that single logical second—no, in that half-millisecond—something shattered. Curses etched into the road revealed themselves. The cat’s shadow stretched, twisting into the silhouette of a tiger that tore the boy from his feet. A homeless man sat beneath a flickering lamppost, unaware of vile spirits gnawing at his shoes, unraveling his socks, stealing the buttons from his coat. In that moment, Qiren perceived a universal truth—one that transcended heaven, earth, and every realm in between. He had been cursed.

[WARNING!!!] [Heavy 18+ Content!!!!] Skarn had been just an ordinary man once—scrolling through late-night screens, chasing the quiet rhythm of a normal life. Then fate, cruel and capricious, snuffed him out and shoved his soul into the frail, green-skinned shell of a goblin. The body was small, crooked, despised. Worse still, it came cursed: an insatiable, animal lust carved straight into the marrow, a constant low burn that no human mind could ever fully tame. Every scent, every curve, every careless brush of skin set it raging, insistent, humiliating. But the mockery didn't end there. In the dead of night, as the last echoes of forbidden sounds faded from the master's hut, a crystalline ding sliced through the haze. [Congratulations on awakening the Invisible Breeding God System.] The name alone was absurd, almost laughable—yet the knowledge that flooded his skull was cold, merciless, glittering. Invisibility: perfect, traceless, erasing sound and scent and soul-presence alike. Ten minutes under normal conditions. Thirty-minute cooldown. And then the catch—the barbed promise at the heart of it all. Power. Real power. Stats that would rise, limits that would shatter. But only through breeding. Only while unseen. Each concealed union fed the system; the system fed him back. Unlimited duration, no cooldown, as long as he was buried deep inside willing—or unwilling—flesh. Now trapped in this ugly, hated form, no woman would ever look at him with desire. No kindness would bend his way. Survival already meant hauling water, scrubbing floors, enduring the forge's heat under a blacksmith master's heavy hand. And yet right there, in the same quiet household, lived Madam Sarah: soft curves, warm smiles, maternal affection that ruffled his coarse hair without a trace of revulsion. A beautiful MILF who called him "my Skarn," who shielded him with steel-edged protectiveness, who moved through the yard with effortless grace and left him aching, twitching, hating himself for every filthy thought that followed. The system dangled freedom like a blade held just out of reach. Reject it, and he could cling to the frayed threads of his human decency—stay small, stay safe, stay sane. Give in, and the first shadowed act might claim the one woman who had ever shown him gentleness. The night held its breath. The choice coiled tight behind his ribs. What would break first: the collar around his neck, or the last scraps of restraint in his mind? [Tags: R18, Mature, Smut, Heavy Smut, Netori, Breeding, Impregnation, MILF, Harem, System, Invisibility, Stealth Sex, Goblin MC, Isekai, Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Taboo, Large Breasts, Creampie, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dark Fantasy, No NTR (Only Netori), Yuri (Only in MCs presence), Explicit Sexual Content, Fetish Elements]

Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way to build the most powerful nation in the world. I crafted this story with a focus on the creation of a kingdom, battles, economy, navigation, and exploration of the entire universe of Planetos, with a central character in mind. Am I wealthy? The Stormlands, Dorne, the Reach, and the Westerlands all want to establish trade agreements with me. And the East? I have trade agreements with Braavos, Pentos, Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis. I can negotiate with everyone in Essos, except in the Slaver's Bay after I stole 100,000 chained men from them. So, do you have enemies in Essos? About that? I indeed have quite a few. I started by stealing slaves from them, then raised a khalasar and began a bloodbath in the Dothraki Sea for fun. I was even named a Khal in Vaes Dothrak. Not to mention, the last time I went to Essos, I toppled the Titan's statue in Braavos. They wanted to stop me from destroying the House of Black and White. That day wasn't very pleasant for the Braavosi. Wow, and the kingdoms below the Wall? The Wall? It no longer exists; I brought it down a while ago. I took the North as part of my kingdom and left the South of the Neck to the Southerners. They tried to reclaim the kingdom, but now the Southerners tremble when they feel my armies on their lands. I've personally killed one or two of their kings. Really? Yes, ask what's left of Oldtown. I would answer, it turned to ashes. Lannisport? I burned it. Casterly Rock? It's at the bottom of the sea. The Twins? I blew up the entire place. King's Landing? The city is standing, but the Red Keep is history. -------------------------------------------- This Fanfic's Schedule for the week, updates on: Sunday, Tuesday and Friday. ---------------------------------------------- With gratitude and enthusiasm, Raccoon! And your raccoon welcomes you to the Raccoon League! An exploration across different universes, be prepared for adventure! With over 1 million words published! ---- Current explorations: One Piece: I am a Different Luffy! (7 Chapters/Week) Danmachi: Infinite Mana System! (3 Chapters/Week) Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Artica! (3 Chapters/Week) Naruto: Light Ninja! (3 Chapters/Week) Naruto: Minato Namikase SI! (3 Chapters/Week) The Witcher: As Uchiha Madara! (3 Chapters/Week) HP: Shadow Monarch! (3 Chapters/Week) Game of Thrones: DragonBorn! (1 Chapter/Week) ---- Explore the Unexplored! Become an exclusive supporter on Patreon and unlock advanced chapters -> RaccoonLeague | Patreon https://www.patreon.com/RaccoonLeague

Arin Eldoria, the weakest and most despised prince, is exiled to Ashvale—a cursed territory that has broken 14 lords before him. Everyone expects him to fail and disappear into obscurity. Instead, with nothing but stubborn determination, mysterious powers that awaken within him, and the loyalty of those who believe in him, Arin begins to build something impossible. A territory that will rise from ruin. A family that will change the world. A dynasty that will last a thousand years. But the path is long, the enemies are many, and Arin must prove that strength isn't everything—sometimes, heart and intelligence matter more.

Amon lived his life like any ordinary otaku. Manga, manhwa, and anime were his greatest pleasures, and he spent countless hours skimming through online forums. It was there that he discovered a peculiar belief that if one were struck by Truck-kun, they might transmigrate into a fantasy world. Foolish as he was, Amon actually tried it. However,Instead of awakening in a land of swords and magic, he woke up in a hospital bed, his leg shattered beyond recognition. That broken leg came with society’s backlash..mockery, whispers, and quiet judgment. Even so, Amon endured. He lived through those hardships, never again entertaining those stupid dreams of transmigration. Time passed. He grew old. And eventually, he died peacefully and naturally. Only to transmigrate into a fantasy world? Worse… He had taken over the body of a dying boy? and In the heart of the most dangerous jungle in the world?

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.

“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.

[WARNING: R-18 | Explicit content, graphic violence, and adult scenes] Mark was an average video game addict: a broke, foul-mouthed gamer who wasted his time grinding levels in an MMO, yelling at newbies online simply because he found it amusing. Then, on one particularly shitty night after getting fired, he picked a fight with the wrong thief—and got a bullet in the chest for his attitude. Death should have been the end. But some cosmic idiot had other plans. Mark wakes up in a fantasy world, trapped inside the body of his level 100 necromancer character—except he’s been reset to level 1, stripped of his gear, and left with trash-tier skills. And necromancy? It’s practically a death sentence here, despised by civilians, guilds, and almost everyone else. Desperate to survive, Mark stumbles upon the corpse of Elyndra Ashford, a legendary SSS-rank holy knight, inexplicably found in a low-level dungeon. One Awaken spell later, she becomes his undead servant: maxed-out stats, absolute loyalty, and—thanks to a morally questionable mind-altering ability—an obsessive love to him. Together, they secretly grind dungeons, with Ely handling the combat while Mark lurks in the shadows, leeching XP and loot like a professional AFK farmer. Mark’s plan to stay unnoticed falls apart when he resurrects more SSS-rank beauties, unintentionally forming an unstoppable harem of undead women who worship him like a god. Drunk on success, they challenge the ultimate SSS+ dungeon, where Mark’s player passives cause undead monsters to ignore him entirely. A fatal mistake. Captured by the seductive Demon Queen, Mark is reduced to her personal toy, intended to sire a demonic heir. But his loyal undead harem crashes the dungeon, defeat the queen, and crowns Mark as the new ruler—adding her to the harem as an unexpected bonus. Now, with max level unlocked, his full powers restored, and an empowered dungeon under his control, Mark finally has everything. Except peace. While his ambitious harem urges him to conquer the world, Mark just wants to relax and live quietly—preferably without causing the apocalypse. YOU CAN EXPECT: - Harem building with obsessive loyalty (R-18 content) - A morally dubious protagonist with dual perspectives - No formal "system", but game-like skills and passives - An overpowered MC (eventually) - No NTR - No Yuri NEW CHAPTERS ALL DAYS

I died, and reincarnated as a Slime! But, I am not Rimuru. I am a bad slime. *It's original, not a translation

He dies at twenty-five in a bedroom that isn't his, shot four times by a man whose wife he shouldn't have touched. The last thing Vikram Malhotra feels is the cold spreading through his chest, and then—nothing. Until he wakes up as someone else. Castor Bolton. Twelve years old. Heir to the Dreadfort, a fortress in the frozen North where they still tell stories about flaying men alive. His father is the kind of lord who makes people nervous just by existing. His mother is beautiful, lonely, and carries Targaryen blood two generations back—dragon ancestry that shows in silver hair and violet eyes. And Castor? He remembers everything. Two lives crammed into one head, and he's stuck in a world he recognizes from books he read in another lifetime. Westeros. Years before the story even begins, before the game of thrones tears the realm apart. The thing is, he knows what's coming. Every war, every betrayal, every house that's going to fall. And he's a Bolton now, in a medieval world where power doesn't answer to laws or cameras or angry husbands with guns. Just strength. Just will. Just the ability to take what you want and make people believe it was always yours. The North is brutal. The Dreadfort is worse. And Castor Bolton doesn't plan to waste his second chance playing nice. He's tall, sharp-minded, better at reading people than they are at hiding from him. He knows how to make servants loyal, how to find the cracks in marriages, how to build something dark and useful in the spaces between what people say and what they want. No honor. No redemption arc. No Stark-simp Just a dead man given another life, and a medieval world that's about to learn what happens when someone plays the game without a conscience... 'cause.. .in..the end... the VILLAIN always wins!! -------------------------------------------- For more immersive experience visit my scribble hub site: [ https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2062912/a-song-of-flayed-banners/ ] -------------------------------------------- For complete experience [ volume 1 ] (a lot of images (even r18) better fonts) :- [ https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D7m3VzUjgPusx9O6zNz8pYhyORS5dDs7/view?usp=drivesdk ]

Kimberly Juliette Theodore, the daughter of a Viscount, and Rafael Alexander Grady, the son of the Duke, have been inseparable friends since childhood. Over the years, their bond deepened into love that neither could deny. Rafael vowed to love Kimberly forever but fate had other plans. When Kimberly hears the shocking news that Rafael has married Princess Charlotte Celestine Octavia, daughter of a powerful foreign kingdom, Kimberly heart shattered. Rafael feelings for Charlotte are nothing but duty. To keep Kimberly close, he makes her as a mistress. But Kimberly must ask herself: Can love survive when it exists only as a mistress? Will she remain by Rafael side, bound by passion and loyalty, or will she summon the courage to walk away from a man who is married to another? In world of power, duty, and forbidden desire, love is tested, and hearts must choose between loyalty and freedom.

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.

Arjun Verma was a Level 1 Wireman. Then he died. In the chaotic, rusty underbelly of India’s infrastructure, "Jugaad" (improvisation) is King and Safety is a joke. Arjun was just another invisible laborer following orders—until a 440-Volt shock stopped his heart. He didn't wake up in heaven. He woke up with a Blue Interface floating in his vision. [SYSTEM INITIALIZED: THE ENGINEER] [OBJECTIVE: REWIRE THE NATION] Now, Arjun sees the world differently. Where others see a flickering light, he sees a Harmonic Distortion. Where others see a leaking pipe, he sees a fluid dynamics equation. Where others see a corrupt builder, he sees a Financial Liability. Armed with the [Electric Eye], [Blueprint Creation], and the absolute authority of "The Code" (Engineering Standards), Arjun declares war on the incompetence that plagues the system. But he cannot build a nation alone. He recruits a party of misfits: * Zoya Khan (The Auditor): A lawyer who weaponizes the Electricity Act and Tax Code to bankrupt corrupt contractors. * Bhairav Singh (The Titan): A heavy mechanic who solves problems that physics cannot—usually with a 36-inch wrench. Together, they form "Bharat Nirman" (India Construction). From fixing a tripped breaker in a luxury high-rise to fighting the Water Tanker Mafia in the slums; from converting sewage into Biogas Gold to turning a dying river into a Smart Grid—Arjun is climbing the ladder. His enemies? The Land Mafia, the Inverter Lobby, corrupt bureaucrats, and the Old Grid itself. They have money, muscle, and politics. Arjun has the System. And in this game, Physics always wins. Current Arc Status: * Book 1: The Current (Completed) - Origin & Team Building. * Book 2: The Grid (Completed) - Water Mafia & Smart Sensors. * Book 3: The Waste (Completed) - Sewage-to-Energy & High-Rise Retrofit. * Book 4: The Slum (In Progress) - Decentralized Solar & The War against Monopolies. I. Ownership of Work Copyright © 2026 by Mr_Pro All rights reserved. This work, including the characters, plot, setting, and original concepts such as "The Hybrid Model," is the sole property of the Author. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. II. Fictional Story Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Characters & Names: All characters, including Arjun Verma, Zoya Khan, and Seth Vicky Malhotra, are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life political/business figures is purely coincidental. Organizations: "Bharat Nirman Sahakari Samiti" and all other entities mentioned are fictional and used for narrative purposes only. III. Technical & Safety Warning [HIGH VOLTAGE ADVISORY] This novel contains detailed descriptions of electrical engineering, industrial repairs, and safety protocols (such as Arc Flash mitigation and ELCB bypassing). For Entertainment Only: The technical maneuvers described are for storytelling purposes. Do Not Attempt: Under no circumstances should a reader attempt to replicate the electrical work shown in this book. Dealing with live electricity is life-threatening and should only be performed by licensed professionals. The author is not responsible for any injury or damages resulting from the misuse of information in this story. IV. AI Disclosure This novel is a "Human-AI Collaborative" work. The core concepts, plot architecture, character development, and final creative decisions are the work of the Human Author, utilizing AI as a tool for drafting and technical refinement. V. Support the Creator If you are reading this on a site other than Webnovel, you are reading a pirated version. Please support the author by reading on the official platform to ensure the story continues.

[THE LEGEND HERACLES HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND SUN WUKONG HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND KING ARTHUR HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND DELILAH HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND GILGAMESH HAS ORDERED AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND RAGNAR LORTHBOK HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND MORGAN LE FAY HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [THE LEGEND MIYAMOTO MUSASHI HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION] [You have 127 pending Contract Invitations from Legends across the Timeless Records] [WARNING: Your Mana Capacity is insufficient to view all available contracts] ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Satoshi Ono a young hatamoto in the 1600s dies by seppuku after a series of unfortunate events. But instead of crossing over, He is transmigrated 300 years into the future, to an alternate reality. One where Summoning Families ruled the world with iron fists and magical contracts. Here, power was measured by the magnificence of one's first summon. Now as Altair Elfender, an eighteen year old disgrace to the proud Elfender family. A late bloomer whose summoning seal appeared a full eight years after his coming-of-age ceremony. When he finally summons, he summons a dusty old book. Disgraced and labeled a failure, Altair is ridiculed for calling forth the "peak of uselessness". But this is no ordinary book, the tome is a timeless Grimoire of Fallen Legends, containing the contract spells of all heroes from past, present, and future. Now, they answer to one summoner. And as the world prepares for the Summoner's war, Altair rises as an anomaly, the only summoner whose power does not lie in dragons, beasts or spirits… …but in heroes of legend NB: -MC gets strong fast -Tons of interesting heroes to summon (if you have a favorite you'd like to see, drop them in the comment section) -Sit tight for the Summoners War -Progressive fantasy -Harem

A man in his early twenties is reincarnated as Scott McCall with a white Morgan freeman stupidly giving him ten minutes to make any wishes and they’ll be granted after saying all his wishes it’s left the god furious to the point of suicide. Note:this is my first fanfic so please support me

Aria Frost, a white-haired warrior, defends a fortress from monstrous invaders and uncovers a conspiracy woven through time. Betrayal, evolving power, and brutal battles force her to confront ghosts of the past and dangerous allies. As secrets unravel, she must choose between vengeance, fragile love, and the fate of humanity.

In a world where swords dominate both battlefields and belief, Leon Valcrest awakens an SSS-Rank talent that no one truly wants. Spearmanship. Born into a declining noble family on the Aurelion Continent, Leon is dismissed as a wasted genius. Swords are the path of glory, magic the road to power. Spears are tools for soldiers, not legends. But Leon refuses to abandon the weapon that chose him. With a system that rewards effort rather than handing out power, he trains relentlessly, surviving monster-infested lands, brutal academy trials, and the silent schemes of nobles who see House Valcrest as easy prey. Every improvement is carved from sweat and blood. Every breakthrough is earned. Unknown to the world, warriors have begun to gather at his side. They are disciplined, silent, and absolutely loyal. To outsiders, they appear to be retainers and hired soldiers. In truth, they are the foundation of a rising power that will one day reshape kingdoms. As Leon strengthens his family, expands his influence, and walks a path history has long ignored, the world will slowly remember a truth it once forgot. Swords may decide duels. But spears decide eras. Tags: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, System, Western Fantasy, SSS-Rank Talent, Progression Fantasy, Slow Growth, Hard Work, Noble Family, Army Building, Summoned Warriors, Strategic Combat, Male Lead, Kingdom Building

In a world ruled by bloodlines, divine titles, and inherited authority, Kael is born with nothing. No lineage. No patron. No future. Branded as a slave and assigned to dispose of the dead, Kael survives at the lowest layer of society until the day he kills someone he was never meant to touch. That death awakens the Devouring Throne, a forbidden authority that does not grant power freely. It steals it. Every noble he kills leaves the world weaker. Every authority he devours draws the attention of kings, inquisitors, and gods. Every step forward makes him less human and more inevitable. Hunted by nations and feared by heaven itself, Kael must decide whether to hide within a system built to crush him or consume the hierarchy until nothing remains above him. This is not a story of justice. It is the story of what happens when the system’s final executioner decides to sit on the throne.