kingdombuilding

In a world torn apart by rifts and constantly ravaged by countless races, the only hope of every species rests upon Lords and the Divine Chosen. Each lord, however, can only form a contract with a single Divine Chosen. Only women can become Divine Chosen. They are the inheritors chosen by the gods, and their strength and abilities are closely tied to the lord’s power of development. … A man transmigrated into this world, arriving in the body of a young man named Phield and taking his place. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he learned that he was about to be exiled by his incompetent father and vicious stepmother to a corrupted land crawling with monsters. Worse still, it was not only his family that was rotten. The corruption had spread across the entire empire —no, the entire world. Cruel and corrupt nobles, cultists who worship dark elves, and conspiracies lurking everywhere all relentlessly persecuted Phield. He cast aside the kindness and cowardly personality of the original host. Awakening a lord’s talent that belonged to him alone, he longed for anything that could drag him out of the abyss. What he awakened was a legacy. While others relied on knights and their Divine Chosen to fight in battle, countless sacred figures appeared behind Phield. Looking down upon the entire world, Phield slowly said, “I do not have only one Divine Chosen behind me. A shattered era is about to be renewed.” —————————————————— Discord: https://discord.gg/V7SPFwMnb

So... after dying, I was expecting the usual. White light, reincarnation, maybe a reincarnated checklist. Instead, I got Yu-Gi-Oh. Cool, right? I thought I’d end up in the human world, duel a bit, maybe avoid eye contact with Yugi and Co. so I don’t get sucked into saving the world. Yeah—fate looked at that plan and said: “Nah.” I woke up in the Monster World. You know, where the actual Blue-Eyes, Dark Magician, and way-too-many dragon waifus live? That place. And surprise! Apparently, I am one of them. They call me Albion, the White Dragon King. I’ve got a throne, wings, and a fan club that breathes fire. Also, a human form for when I feel like slumming it with mortals. In the human world, I go by Thomas. I duel with two decks: one based on my own lore (very meta), and one full of adorable, overly affectionate dragon maids. Yes, those DragonMaids. Yes, people stare. Yes, some think I’m a perv. And yes, they have no idea they just insulted an entire race of proud, dangerous magical women who live in another dimension and regularly fight wars. There are seven great Nations in the Monster World, each built around powerful decks and factions. Mine… isn’t taken seriously. Apparently, being a dragon monarchy with an army of maids and a slightly chaotic reputation doesn’t scream “superpower.” Yet. Meanwhile, back in the human world, people are starting to notice something’s off. Yugi’s been giving me suspicious looks. The Pharaoh’s spirit is whispering warnings. And I'm trying really hard not to accidentally reveal that my human body is basically a magical avatar I summon like I’m logging into an MMO. But hey, at least I’ve got my DragonMaids. They call me “Your Majesty,” bring me tea, and cuddle me on my throne. What could go wrong? …Oh right. Everything. Because when you’re the King of Dragons, and your card belongs to a certain main character’s deck… Staying out of the plot is no longer an option. ------ MC: Thomas/Albion Ship: Thomas/Albion X Harem Race: Dragon Deck: DragonMaid and Albaz

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

This is my first fanfic, so the beginning may not be perfect, but I can guarantee that the quality of the chapters improves as I keep writing. So give it a chance and read a few chapters. /-/ He was not a man of technology, but of steel and sweat. Living in the countryside, he was a blade craftsman who treated Damascus steel as art. Nearly fifty years old, his stubbornness was as great as his skill; he refused to modernize his workshop, preferring ancient methods. But fate, ironic as ever, did not come by the fire of the forge or by age, but by cold venom. While gathering firewood, a venomous snake bit him, bringing his journey to an end. He died suffocating on the way to the hospital. Death was not the end, but the prelude to a new beginning. /-/ The universe of A Song of Ice and Fire and its characters belong exclusively to George R.R. Martin

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower." In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal. A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy. A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. Airships, steam trains, and boats. Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

Smart Protagonist Strong Protagonist Ruthless Protagonist (Multiple women, multiple women, multiple women—I'll say it three times because it's important!) He traveled through Viserys and even gained Ghidorah's favor. Is this still Game of Thrones? No, I'm invincible, do as you please.

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 humanity’s Primordial Era, humans are prey. But the world around them is anything but primitive. Gods harvest faith. Transcendants strip entire regions of their resources. Powerful races keep weaker species beneath them, and among the countless races struggling for supremacy, humanity is little more than a renewable resource. Aris Seldon, a self-taught hacker from Earth, died stealing a Biochip capable of changing humanity’s future. Instead, he helped destroy that future—and was given a second chance. Reborn as a human villager in the distant past with the Biochip fused to his soul, Aris possesses no powerful bloodline, no legendary inheritance, and no divine favor. All he has is his own mind and Prime: a Biochip capable of scanning, recording, analyzing, and optimizing what it encounters. To others, every enemy is a threat. To Aris, every enemy is a source of knowledge. Every battle an experiment. Every failure reveals another piece of the world. But the deeper Aris looks, the less natural that world begins to seem. Faith offers power. Bloodline offers power. Devouring offers power. And every path comes with chains. Aris refuses them all. If power follows laws, those laws can be studied. If a path can be understood, it can be rebuilt. And in a world ruled by beings who hide their power behind mystery, Aris intends to understand everything.

They thought they were logging into the ultimate sci-fi VRMMO. They had no idea they were the unwitting champions of a starving, newborn Chaos God. [Welcome to Epoch 40k: Mecha] The developers promised glorious mechas, interstellar colonization, and a grand sci-fi epic. Instead, players are dumped into a rotting nightmare where the tutorial involves dodging Ork raiding parties for scrap metal, and the local NPCs chant religious litanies just to repair a rusty tractor. Behind the curtain, however, a newly awakened Chaos God named Lucian Sanctus is desperately pulling the strings. Sitting at the absolute bottom of the Warp's food chain, Lucian needs to harvest emotional energy to survive. But feeding openly means drawing the ire of the established Chaos Gods—especially Slaanesh, as he knows she would love nothing more than to devour a fledgling deity before he can become a threat. His brilliant, desperate solution? Summon gamers from Earth. By disguising a grim, unforgiving reality as a virtual sandbox, Lucian can safely gorge himself on their gamer rage, triumph, and gacha-induced despair without the Emperor or the Chaos Gods noticing a thing. Armed with a total disregard for their own lives, a terrifying penchant for exploiting bugs, and a deeply questionable moral compass, these "players" have formed the Red Dawn guild. The galaxy might be a decaying cesspit, but they have sworn to fix it... or accidentally establish a brand-new galactic empire trying.

In a world of magic and swords where peace is never guaranteed, meet Henry, the second son of the Sinclair Barony. Ever since his older brother was named the official heir, Henry has lived a completely lazy and unambitious life. As a noble with zero responsibilities, he wastes his natural talents to enjoy a life of pure comfort, showing almost no redeeming qualities. Eventually, Henry takes his wild lifestyle a bit too far and gets banished to a remote military outpost. He assumes he just has to rough it for a few weeks before his parents cave in and let him come back home. However, life has other plans. The outpost is suddenly attacked, and Henry is killed. But in a shocking twist of fate, Henry opens his eyes to find himself exactly four years in the past, right on the morning of his coming-of-age ceremony. With a brand new lease on life, how will Henry forge his own path and fix the fatal mistakes of his future? Only time will tell. Improvements around chapter 70

Seven billion people died in the blink of an eye. An alien "light-speed bullet" vaporized Earth, leaving Captain Jason and the crew of the Victory as the only witnesses. Now, the final 51,223 survivors are stranded on Moon Base One, staring into the void where home used to be. But the Base covers a secret: an indestructible Alien Ark buried in the crater and the "Perfect Element," a substance that grants immortality. Jason is the only successful subject of the Element experiments, the First Superhuman which shattered human limits, enhanced speed, and a lifespan of 1,500 years. With a ticking clock and food reserves for only 98 days, Jason must rise as humanity's last leader. From suppressing violent cults to unlocking alien technology and enacting planetary-scale construction, he must turn a dormant sphere into an interstellar ark. Humanity is on the brink of extinction but Jason refuses it to fall

Waking up on a blood-soaked World War II battlefield, I was nothing more than a disposable war reporter destined for a stray bullet. Then, the [Superhero Interactive System] booted up. My ticket to survival? Summoning powerhouse characters from beyond the Marvel Universe. But my starter pack didn't grant me saints. It gave me monsters. First came the arrogant, ruthless Soldier Boy from The Boys. Next came DC’s twisted flesh-sculptor, Professor Pyg. In that instant, I saw the ultimate blueprint. I deployed Soldier Boy to the frontlines as the Allied forces' golden savior, basking in the adoration of millions. Meanwhile, I infiltrated Professor Pyg into Hydra, transforming him into a stitched-together nightmare that broke the enemy's sanity. With the gods of the Allies and the demons of the Axis all under my thumb, the greatest war in human history became my personal puppet show. As a broken Red Skull stared at my creations, he could only scream: "Are you God or the Devil?"

In a realm rife with war and conquest, only the strong and cunning may survive. Planar travel has become the determinant of strength. Nobles and powerhouses travel the myriad planes, invading and plundering them to increase their personal strength, grow their military might and fund their endless wars. A systems engineer and lifelong web novel reader is reborn as Alex Fury—a young noble dismissed as talentless by his own family. Struggling to awaken his family’s bloodline talents and the warrior potential his family expects of him, Alex is sent off to a Mage Tower. His fate is clear: forge a path for himself... or lose everything. Blending the system engineering and web novel knowledge of his previous life with the Rune knowledge of his new world, Alex Fury creates a revolutionary new form of magic unique to him... RuneTech Magic. From runic artificial Intelligence to interplanar communication networks; From rune-powered super soldiers to rune-crafted power armours (and mechas), from new energy sources to perpetual energy. With this marriage of science, technology and the arcane, Alex will usher in advances previously thought unattainable in his new world, and his old one. This is a tale of power, rebellion, ambition- and legacy. Empires will rise to crush him. Worlds will try to deny him. But with intellect, invention- and just a spark of madness, he will carve his name into history. Witness the birth of the Rune-Tech Sage, and the beginning of a legend that will echo across worlds. Discord: https://discord.gg/bf8txaTs3Z

No good deed goes unpunished. This was certainly the case for Benjamin Kirby - who saved a young life & lost his in the process. But fear not! Thanks to a conscientious benefactor, Ben gets a second shot at life in a far more interesting world. Now, armed with Ancient Magic of the Gods, watch as our intrepid protagonist delves into the secrets of magic, builds artifacts and cities, & travels through the Omniverse, making friends and enemies alike. What NOT to expect - - Orphan, edgy, vengeful protagonist - Loner emo MC - MC hiding his power for the express purpose of face-slapping - MC acting like an idiot just for the sake of 'having fun' - Pokémon harem - MC with a god-complex (Wants to be a God-Emperor) What to expect - - MC with loving parents, sister and a dog (i.e. Not a psycho) - MC helps out his friends - Logically overpowered MC - MC invents stuff and introduces movies and music - Multiversal travel - MC plans ahead (something almost never seen in HP fanfics) - MC's chosen vocation - Teacher (in the Omniverse) - Two Love Interests (At most Three. No more. Promise!)

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.”

He died pushing a child out of the path of a speeding car. He woke up in the body of a sixteen-year-old boy inside the walls of Troy — seven years before the war that would burn it to the ground. Karim Elnashar was a history lecturer. He knew exactly how this story ended: his brother Hector dies. His brother Paris destroys everything. Troy burns. An entire civilization collapses. He knows the future. He knows the enemy. He knows every mistake that will be made. The question is whether one man — armed with nothing but 2,300 years of human knowledge — can rewrite the ending of the most famous war in history. And whether he even has the right to try. https://discord.gg/a8zZy3pEK

I was reborn as Portgas D. Ace, the son of the Pirate King. In the original story, I was supposed to live in the shadow of my father’s 'sin,' join Whitebeard as a loyal son, and die with a hole in my chest at Marineford. To that, I say: Screw the plot! I didn't come to this world to be a tragic footnote. I was born with a soul mutation that grants me two Devil Fruits, a monstrous reserve of energy that never fades, and a Conqueror’s Haki that screams for the world to kneel. I’m not playing the 'Good Son' for Whitebeard, and I’m certainly not running from the Marines. I’m founding the Eclipse Pirates. I don't care about the Pirate King's throne—I'm going to be the only Sovereign this sea has ever seen. The era of 'The Son of Roger' is over. The era of the Eclipse has begun. [OP MC | Dual Devil Fruits | No Whitebeard | Ruthless Progression]