kingdombuilding

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. Will he live out a carefree life in this sect, with beautiful junior sisters on his arms? Of course not. In this anomalistic, backward, dissonant Samsara realm, Radeon had been given a chance. He carried a wealth of knowledge about combat, science, technology, occultism, and even magic. What was more, he already knew how to exploit weaknesses most men never saw. Let us witness how he builds the craziest foundation, trains godly disciples, and crushes those who work in shadows, as well as those who claim righteousness in the light. Will he finally learn the blight’s true nature? Will he be able to surpass his former self? “Don’t just sit there. Read.” [Author's Note: You can treat MC as both Transmigrator and Regressor for better reading experience.] [55,000+ Words before locked-in] [Cultivation] +[Eldritch] + [Middle Ages Era] [Warning: Contains violence and intimate contents on later chapters.] [System creation also on later chapters.] [Update Schedule: Guaranteed Two Chapters Daily.]

As everyone knows, the disaster of the Beast Pirates can live, but it cannot live without doing anything. King :"The weasel self-esteem emperor!" Queen: "Sing, dance, rap!" Jack: "Bring the ship closer!" Gurd: "What? Whitebeard is going to war with the Navy Headquarters? The housing prices in Sabaody Archipelago have dropped? What the heck, why are you still standing there? This is the perfect opportunity to buy in!" In an interview with reporters, Gurd happily expressed: "Buying land is my hobby, collecting rent is my pleasure." "As long as I buy up all the properties in the world, everyone in the world will have to pay me rent!" "Hehehe, what a wonderful idea!" "Hey, the property in Mariejois seems to have great investment value!"

“In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.” The Imperium of Man endures as humanity’s final fortress. Surrounded by Xenos, Chaos, Daemons, and Heretics: Mankind survives in a galaxy that knows only suffering. Then—everything changes. Beyond the Great Rift, a new face rises. Kaiser Weinstein, The Supreme Ruler, has arrived. Bearing fragments of a civilization from a Paradox game; Stellaris, he assimilates worlds, forges order from ruin, and sets his will upon a single goal: The restoration of humanity’s golden age. And when the God-Emperor awakens from His eternal agony, he will look upon the galaxy and ask: “Is this still the world of Mankind?” ——————— Work of fiction. Fan-fiction, every right goes to Paradox Interactive and GW.

[≈40K words before locked] After dying in an unfortunate accident, the next time Theron opens his eyes, he finds himself in an entirely new world, the novel he had spent hours reading. He had been reborn as the weak elf lord of the lowest race, people set to be wiped out before the first arc even ended. But not anymore… Theron, now Eliron, knows the plot like the back of his hand, he knows all cheats, and all the secrets. But that was not all he brought along with him. [Ding!] [Host has awakened the primordial collection] [INITIATING SKILL COUNT] 1,003,689 SSSR SKILLS COUNTED! With the very knowledge of the future and an arsenal of skills in his possession. Eliron will turn the lives of the wood elves around for good. Because if they must survive in a world plagued by Supernatural monsters and century old dynasties… Then the elves must evolve! Additional tags Kingdom Building || Elves || Slice of life || Politics || War || Romance || Supernatural || Orks || Architecture || Adventure

In a world where swords and sorcery dictate the progression and stability of the world, Xerxes finds himself torn from it after taking a quest to a devastating place exempt from the natural laws he had grown accustomed to. Within this strange world, he discovers a scope of truth behind the mysteries, and a degree of power beyond what was known. This served as a catalyst, making him question the world he has come to know and love, in order to fight for the world he wants to protect.

Journey to become the Will of Humanity, the Emperor of Mankind. Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

With the strongest physique in heaven and earth was reborn in a small family, with the strongest overwhelming hegemony body, mysterious and powerful golden divine pupils, from then on a road to kill all kinds of geniuses, evil, whether it is a natural genius, or a supreme evil, in front of Qin Chuan is unbeatable, proud of the world, only I! There are unearthly demons, heavenly geniuses, ten thousand year old devils, heavenly giants, but also the most beautiful people, fairies, red powder withered bones, snake scorpion beauty

Han scrapes a desperate existence from the trash heaps at the edge of a world where magic is harvested from monstrous beasts and sold by corporate titans like Dawn Enterprise. When he’s caught trespassing, he’s offered a way out: sign a contract to be the fifth member of a legendary hunting party for 20 missions, and earn an "armament"—a magical artifact that grants the powerless a chance to rise. Blinded by hope and illiteracy, Han signs. He soon learns his party is a farce. His teammates are powerful, resentful professionals, and their leader, the radiant and cruel Third Light, treats them all as disposable props. The hunts are not for glory, but for gathering specific, rare beast shards. As Han endures mockery, terror, and near-death, he realizes he isn't a hunter. He’s the pack mule, carrying the components of a ritual he cannot comprehend. When the ritual is complete, it rips open a path to a forgotten castle, the prison of Azeru, the Sacred Soul Beast—a majestic, ancient dragon bound not by chains, but by his own unbreakable oaths. Han’s contract was never for an armament. It was a bill of sale. He is the "willing slave" delivered to Azeru in exchange for one of the dragon’s sacred scales. Abandoned by Third Light, Han expects a fate worse than death. Instead, he finds not a monster, but a lonely, principled sovereign. Azeru, who despises humanity’s cruelty, shows Han a devastating kindness, reshaping his own divine form to accommodate his frightened, mortal "guest." In Azeru’s gilded cage, Han learns the true history of power: of fallen kingdoms, of the avarice of Third Light’s father, the entity called Daystar, and of a duty so heavy it can paralyze a god. When the time comes for Azeru to pay his debt, he does not give Han up. Instead, he bequeaths to him the last relic of the kingdom he once served: The King's Crown. It is not an armament of brute force, but one of sovereign will and soul-deep authority, a fragment of a lost age's majesty now fused with Han's own desperate spirit. With the Crown burning on his brow and a dragon's bittersweet farewell at his back, Han steps back into the world. His goal is no longer survival, but revenge. He will hunt the hunters. He will make Third Light and the shadowy Dawn Enterprise answer for the lives they commodified. But the Crown is a beacon. In a world where power is the only currency, a treasure that once commanded kingdoms draws every predator, mercenary, and hidden power from the shadows. As Han stalks his prey, greater hunters begin to stalk him. He must learn to wield a crown meant for kings while living like a fugitive, navigating a web of ancient grudges and fresh betrayals, where every ally might covet the power on his head.

"Your fate has been decided. You knew this when you made that decision years ago. The only way out for your family is for your son to marry the Daughter of Destiny. Only her fate is strong enough to save your lineage," the priest said. "Then we must find this Daughter of Destiny," the king declared. After committing many evil deeds, a dying king tries to save his family from the wrath of heaven. He had defied heaven once, and he was confident he could do it again. Anastasia, the unflavoured daughter of Duke Thompson, becomes the prey whose good fortune will be used to save the royal family. Would he succeed?? Find out!! Image credit goes to ImagineArt generator

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

Evie, a human resources professional who loves gossip, dies while trying to resolve a club fight and is transported to the body of a palace maid. However, the body is of a woman with a secret identity, trying to protect the ones she loves at all costs, even if that means that she has to get too close to the sun.

When Earth is dragged into the trial grounds of Origin for the fifth time, one hundred thousand humans are chosen as Lords. They are forced to claim territory, command armies, and survive in a world that feeds on failure. Leo Mordark was an anomaly the system never intended to create. Betrayed by fate and reborn as a Primordial Vampire, he is bound to a System that records the blood and souls of ancient wars. Leo walks a path no Lord was meant to tread. While others struggle to survive, he builds. While they fear the night, he hunts within it. His talent, the Primordial Sanguinary Archive, allows him to summon beings from lost ages- heroes, monsters, and remnants of forgotten empires. Yet power in Origin is never free. Every ascension puts a larger target on his back, drawing the attention of rival Lords, ancient races, and entities that should never have awakened. As territories grow from wooden settlements into domains of blood and iron, Leo begins to unravel the terrifying mystery of his own existence. In a world where even gods can fall, the greatest danger is not death, but becoming something Origin cannot control.

"History says nations are built on speeches and slogans. History is wrong." "Nations are built on plumbing, supply chains, and systems." Bilal, a cynical game developer from 2024, knows exactly how the “game” of British India ends—with the fire and blood of 1947. When he wakes up inside the mind of Muhammad Ali Jinnah (Father of The Nation) in 1930, he realizes that following the historical script is a death sentence for millions. The Quaid-e-Azam (Father of The Nation) of the textbooks—the distant, immaculate lawyer—needs a patch. Forming an unlikely partnership, the modern systems thinker and the Edwardian barrister abandon the politics of London and Delhi. Instead, they retreat to the forgotten backwaters of Montgomery to attempt something dangerous: Project Sandalbar. Their goal is not rebellion—but construction. To build a functioning prototype state inside the belly of the British Empire. Armed with modern knowledge of logistics, communication networks, and resource management—wielded through Jinnah’s razor-sharp legal mind—they begin engineering a sanctuary against the coming storm. The Mission: Turn a dust-bowl estate into a self-sustaining fortress. The Tools: Sanitation protocols, radio networks, cooperative economics, and a militia disguised as farm guards. The Obstacles: Feudal lords, imperial suspicion, religious extremism, and the ticking clock of history. They are not fighting for independence. They are building a lifeboat. Can a game developer and a lawyer “mod” the operating system of the Raj before the server crashes?

Yet again, Earthlings were summoned. A dying Time God, already half-corrupted, descended upon Earth with nothing but a single, blinking eye. No body. No mercy. Before he could explain why the other world was collapsing—or what happened—he died. The chosen were cursed. Each Earthling aged from 12 to 60 was reincarnated into another world. Each was trapped in an isolated time loop. Each was abandoned without answers. Ganesh chose to reincarnate as the weakest race imaginable: a slime. Not for survival—but because the system offered him a trait, very powerful: Eternal Mastery [Mythic]. With every death, his body reset. With every loop, his masteries, learned techniques, and pain carried over. He awakened in a slime farm, where slimes were bred like cattle, harvested for food, and burned alive for amusement. He learned quickly. He died quickly. Again. And again. And again. Across loops, Ganesh experimented with his own existence— Fire Slime {Uncommon}. Water Slime {Uncommon}. Acid Slime {Uncommon}. Elemental Slime {Rare+}. Spirit Slime {Legendary}. Dragon Slime {Mythic}. Even Primordial Slime {Divine}. But strength revealed truth. Humans had erased their own history using sealed artifacts. Demons were branded as betrayers. Gods fought unholy beings elsewhere—leaving their failures behind. Beneath ruined cities and sealed fortresses, eldritch creatures waited— Rituals granted power along with a curse. Artifacts erased wills. Faith was devoured before it could bloom. And the deeper Ganesh went, the clearer it became: The world had lost hope and was corrupted with Eldritch. Even the sun and moon were taken over by Eldritch. Now, as gods fall, timelines fracture, and ancient wars resurface, Ganesh must decide— Will he save the world Or will he follow the same path… and become something unholy himself? Dark Fantasy • Time Loop • Eldritch Horror • Progression Fantasy Daily Updates A dark progression fantasy with time loops and psychological erosion (for readers who enjoyed the despair and repetition of Re:Zero). No one 17 and under admitted is due to gore and dark... And an important note, something happens near the end of Arc 3, this is for those who feel limitless loops have no tension....because he can still loop—but every reset tears his soul apart. The truth behind this wound is revealed near the end of Arc Three. {Read it to find out}

[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...

Shawn was bitten by a zombie on the very first day he arrived in the world of The Walking Dead. Just when he thought he was finished, he unexpectedly awakened the “7 Days to Die” system. In this apocalyptic world overrun by the undead, he wielded a massive warhammer, striking fear not only into zombies—but also into the hearts of the surviving humans. From Quarry Camp to the Prison Fortress… From Southeast Atlanta to the entire United States… With the system in hand, Wu Shou crushed everything in his path, climbing to the top step by step on a mountain of corpses. Yet sometimes, even he felt confused. "Weren’t zombies supposed to be endless?" "So why do there seem to be fewer and fewer the more I kill?"

Under two relentless suns, the kingdom of Corona y Espina abandons the ancient law of the Creator in the name of progress, while four lost souls wander through the fire of its wrath: Prince Mateo, weary of the crown, plunges into the streets of the common folk: underground fights, excesses that awaken his senses, and decisions that threaten to fracture his own family. His brother Mordred, rejected by the court and his people because of the color of his skin, plans a forbidden journey alongside his only loyal ally, in search of a truth that has been hidden from him his entire life. In the neighboring Republic of Valoria, a nameless boy awakens with no memories inside a sacred crypt, tormented by infernal visions that torture both body and mind. An enigmatic figure promises him answers... at a price he has yet to discover. Clemens, a young noble brimming with insatiable curiosity, leaves his home in pursuit of an adventure that promises to reveal a new world full of cities, fantastical creatures... and to strip away everything he thought he knew. In a world where blood does not determine destiny, and light proves more terrifying than darkness, no one will escape unscathed from their true identity... nor from the inevitable cost of trying to flee from it.

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• 1-2 New Chapters Every Day An American accountant in 2025 wakes up to find himself in the body of King Louis XVI. The shock nearly stops his heart, but what truly terrifies him is realizing he’s living on borrowed time. He knows how this story ends, and he refuses to meet the guillotine. With his modern financial knowledge and sharp sense of public opinion, he decides to save France from bankruptcy—and himself from the blade. But politics in Versailles are far more dangerous than tax codes. His reforms stir anger among nobles, foreign rivals, and even his own court. Every move he makes is a gamble. And while he’s busy trying to change the future, he also has to pretend to be a husband to Marie Antoinette. At first, it’s just an act to keep history on track. Then, slowly, she becomes more than a name from his textbooks. Her warmth, her laughter, and her loneliness begin to draw him in. Now he stands between love and revolution, between the woman who changed his heart and the nation he’s trying to save. Can an ordinary man from the modern world rewrite the fate of France and keep both his crown and his life?

Kaelan Wynn’s life was a cosmic joke, and he was the punchline. Cursed to be the universe's personal punching bag, he navigated a world of falling objects and perpetual misfortune with a practiced smile. That was, until a plane decided to introduce itself to his apartment building. Dying? An unexpected inconvenience. Waking up in an endless white void before a low-tier god who tells you your entire life was a clerical error? That’s just insulting. Offered a second chance, Kaelan is reborn as Zero Ashworth in Aetherion—a magitech world of sparkling runes, political strife, and deep-seated prejudice. The catch? He's now an Archdemon, a member of a feared and hated race. His grand ambition isn't to conquer the world or claim a throne. It's to run a quiet café. His divine gift isn't a legendary sword; it's a Gacha system that lets him summon clones of fictional characters from his old world. The plan is simple: stay hidden, serve coffee, and let his army of avatars handle the messy parts of life.