kingdombuilding

Theo Oaten never meant to die in a kitchen. Reborn into a fallen noble house on the brink of collapse, Theo awakens in a world of magic, monsters, and gods—armed with nothing but memories of baking and a silent culinary system that rewards failure as much as success. With his family drowning in debt, a town slowly starving, and divine powers watching from afar, Theo begins rebuilding House Oaten the only way he knows how: one imperfect loaf at a time. But food in this world does more than fill stomachs. As bread becomes comfort, comfort becomes strength—and strength begins to threaten the gods themselves. This is a story of survival, warmth, and the quiet power of feeding others.

He is not reborn to save the world. Born again into a version of Earth that mirrors science but not history, he grows up unnoticed, careful, modest, deliberately unremarkable. To the world, he is capable but harmless, intelligent but unambitious. That image is a lie, maintained with patience and precision. In his previous life, he knew the end was coming. An alien invasion, decades after his death. Humanity saw it too and failed, not from ignorance, but from division. This time, he does not intend to rule, fight, or be remembered as a hero. His goal is simpler and far colder: to prepare a future he will never live in. Using deception as structure rather than weapon, he quietly influences institutions, narratives, and alliances, laying foundations meant for others to inherit. Power is never seized in his name. Credit is always misplaced. History, when it remembers him at all, gets him wrong. He understands his limits. He will die before the war begins. The throne he builds will never be his. But his children will inherit a world shaped to survive what is coming and to rule what remains. This is not the story of a king. It is the story of the man who built the throne and stepped away.

I died in misery. Bad luck, bad choices, bad end. Then I woke up in a world I know—where I'm Crown Prince, the villain destined to be destroyed by the Hero's rise. The script says I lose. That this bad luck follows me here too. I'm done trying to be what they expect. I'll change everything from within.

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.

Steve, a regular guy suffering from asthma, tragically dies due to a fatal combination of an empty inhaler and a nasty fall. He immediately wakes up in a new, fantastical reality where he is a God. Dismissing his new status as a bizarre dream, Steve soon discovers he can enter a mysterious, secondary world linked to his soul. One that is uncannily similar to the Minecraft world he had just been playing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: The world the mc has reincarnated is my own and I will be creating a system/feature through which all these worlds get to interact with one another I only do not claim ownership of all the worlds and characters in this story... I only own my original characters and worlds, the remaining ones belong to their respective owners and this fic was not made with the intention to make money or profits and is a fun project of mine

"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?”

In the distant future, after thousands of years of human exploration, the time has come for them to step into the furthest point they have ever reached. Follow Ilya Greymor as he carves out his destiny in this new frontier.

Wen Mang is only a history UP host. Yet every time he posts a video, the people arguing in the comments are… Liu Bei. Guan Yu. Zhang Fei. Zhao Yun. Zhuge Kongming. A mysterious light curtain descends, replaying the true fate of the Three Kingdoms—unchanged, merciless, and brutally honest. Liu Bei watches his empire collapse and asks in disbelief: “Shu Han… ended like this? And even my statue was expelled from Wuhou Shrine?” Guan Yu sees himself drowned, defeated, deified—and used. “So this is how history remembers the Martial Saint?” Zhang Fei learns his own end and falls silent for a long, long time. “Is this really… all I amounted to?” Zhao Yun witnesses seven entries and seven exits become a legend— yet still cannot save the world he fought for. And Zhuge Kongming… He doesn’t ask about victory or defeat. He asks one question only: “If such a light curtain exists— can history be rewritten?” From military formations to aircraft carriers, from grain transport to industrial warfare, modern knowledge crashes into ancient ambition. Old regrets awaken. Unfinished oaths resurface. And once the heroes understand why they lost… Will they still accept the ending history gave them? When the curtain lights up again, the Three Kingdoms are already on a different path.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

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!!!

In a city ruled by blood, power, and silence, Aria DeLuca sits on a throne no one believed a woman could hold. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. She controls finance, routes, and secrets the invisible veins of the underworld. When her banker is burned alive and her empire is challenged, Aria responds the only way she knows how: without mercy. But the fire wasn’t an accident. It was a message. From Luca Moretti the king of the other side of the city. A man who rules territory with guns and loyalty forged in blood. Calm, arrogant, and dangerously intelligent, Luca doesn’t want a share of the city. He wants all of it. When they finally meet on neutral ground, it isn’t war that erupts first it’s something far more dangerous. Attraction laced with hatred. Respect sharpened by rivalry. Two rulers who refuse to bow, yet can’t look away. They are enemies by legacy. Rivals by power. And a mistake waiting to happen. As betrayals surface, alliances crumble, and the city edges toward chaos, Aria and Luca must decide Will they destroy each other to claim the throne? Or burn the entire underworld down together? Because in a world where love is weakness and power demands sacrifice, choosing each other might be the deadliest move of all.

In an ancient land inspired by the forgotten kingdoms of Java, war, curses, and spirits rule the fate of mankind. Arya Rudra Wardhana was born as a commoner, but on the night of the crimson moon, his entire village was slaughtered in a mysterious massacre tied to a forbidden royal curse. Left with nothing but grief and burning hatred, Arya’s destiny changes when he discovers a legendary sacred weapon — the Sacred Keris, a mystical blade bound to ancient spirits of kings, warriors, and a primordial dragon. The keris holds two opposing powers: a holy light that protects the innocent, and a dark curse that slowly devours its wielder’s soul. Hunted by powerful kingdoms and supernatural forces, Arya embarks on a brutal journey of survival, mastering ancient Javanese magic, forbidden techniques, and uncovering the hidden truth of his bloodline. Along the way, he falls in love with a cold and elegant noblewoman whose status forbids their union — a love that threatens to ignite war between kingdoms. With every battle, the curse grows stronger. To save the land, Arya must rise as the legendary warrior known as Mahardika — even if it means sacrificing his humanity. But the curse is far older than he ever imagined… And awakening its full power may bring not salvation, but the end of the ancient world itself. A destiny written in blood will decide the future of kingdoms.

Kariyan was born into a world of birthright and ritual, shackled by gods and kings alike. Betrayed, hunted, and raised in shadow, he learns that only power commands respect. “I obey no crown, no prayer, only strength.” Guided by a forgotten deity, he rises through blood and war, toppling old gods and carving a new empire in his image. Cities burn, hierarchies crumble, and a new order is forged—where rank is earned through merit, loyalty, and victory alone. This is not a tale of justice. It is the story of how equality was forged.

For a thousand years, Realmforge was humanity's perfect fantasy escape. A moon-sized world where death was temporary and adventure was limitless. Then the portals sealed. The HUD went dark. Death became permanent. Four years later, childhood friends Demir and Aris are trapped on opposite sides of a broken world. Demir fights to protect a survivor camp through crafting and grit. Aris navigates deadly academy politics while uncovering secrets the world doesn't want revealed. Both must master a hidden system of titles and narrative weight. -no stat screens to allocate points, -no easy grinding, -no second chances. Expect : - Meaningful crafting with a dwarf mentor. - Academy intrigue and espionage. - A snarky talking fox. The tone is hopeful yet gritty, with real stakes and light humor. If you want progression where choices—not menus—shape power, welcome to Aethyros. Welcome to Legends of the Frozen Game ----------------------------------------------------------------- Release schedule is once a day. I am also creating audiobook version Audio ch 0-10 : https://youtu.be/UdAhF0zedQc Audio ch 11-20: https://youtu.be/gDYDtJ2vLkM Audio ch 21-30: https://youtu.be/gdrC2aZU4VY

The legendary Essence Record finally descended upon planet Earth, forcing all living beings to step onto the path of ruthless evolution. Animals mutated into terrifying beasts, plants gained self-awareness, and humanity was forced onto a brutal path of evolution. Those who survived learned that power could only be claimed by defeating stronger enemies and absorbing their Essence. As nations fell and old laws vanished, the world became ruled by a single truth - only the strong survive. An ordinary college student seized a rare Essence Scroll and obtained control over the shadows, stepping onto the forbidden Shadow Path. Guided by the Essence Record, he begins his ascent through a world where power is never given - only taken.

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.]

Schedule: Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Support me on pat reon.com/GreenBlue17 Lucas unexpectedly possessed the ability to travel between Earth and a new world. The new world is a fantasy world without magic but it have all kind of people like Elf, Beastkins. Read the story of Lucas how he start his journey by becoming a City Lord in this world. With his harem of beastkins. I am not only translating it but also adding my own imagination in the novel. This is a fanfic. Important: The MC is not chaotic evil. He is ruthless toward his enemies. Note: Image is not mine.

When worlds collide, when darkness falls, when the veil between realities tears... Ainz Ooal Gown—skeletal sovereign, undead emperor, bone-crowned king—was ripped from his realm and hurled into the unknown. Transported. Transmuted. Transformed. But he did not arrive alone. Shadows stirred. Flesh twisted. The dead... walked. Another guild clawed its way through the dimensional breach: The Umbrella Corporation—a monument to madness, a cathedral of contagion, a temple built on twisted flesh and viral nightmares. Their NPCs: not mere servants, but abominations born from the Resident Evil legacy. Creatures that shamble and shriek, that hunger and hunt. Tyrants towering like twisted titans. Hunters skittering through shadows. Las Plagas parasites writhing beneath skin, whispering promises of metamorphosis. Two guilds. Two philosophies. Two paths paved in bone and blood. Where Ainz rules through calculated control and cautious conquest, Umbrella infects—spreading like sepsis through the veins of this virgin world. Their bio-weapons pulse with unnatural life. Their viruses mutate beyond measure. Their creations know only one imperative: consume, corrupt, convert. The world trembles. The ground groans beneath their arrival. And somewhere in the darkness between these twin terrors, something stirs—watching, waiting, wondering: Which horror will herald humanity's end? Which nightmare will consume the other? Or will both devour everything? CONTENT WARNING: Body horror | Viral transformation | Existential dread | Bioweapon brutality DISCLAIMER: I do not own Overlord or Resident Evil. All rights belong to their respective copyright holders. This is a work of transformative fan fiction—where undeath meets infection, where magic meets mutation, where two brands of darkness wage war for dominion. All Rights Reserved. "We are legion. We are hunger. We are... inevitable."

“If people chase their own benefit inside my structure, my structure becomes untouchable.” — Sage Alistair... --------- Sage was just an ordinary guy on Earth, living a life that many would call boring. But for him it was perfect — no drama, no chaos, just a peaceful ordinary boring life. He enjoy the simplicity of his daily routine, content with his place in this world. That was, until everything changed in an instant. Out of nowhere, he was shot in the head by a complete stranger. But instead of falling into oblivion, Sage found himself waking up in a completely new fantasy realm. Before he could wrap his head around this bizarre twist of fate, he was bound to a system that had a mission for him : build the first adventurer guild in this strange new world. In this world known as Eldoria, dungeons were the sacred properties, exclusive only to the powerful. Anyone found entering these dungeons without any permission are executed on the spot. As for Adventurers? They don't exist in this world. ------ [ Guild Creation System Online....] [ Main Objective : Build the first Adventurer Guild in the world of Eldoria ] ----- Looking at the glowing interface hovering before him, Sage couldn't help but break into a wide grin. Fueled by a newfound purpose and to make his life in this world worthwhile, Sage set out from a small city, determined to build the first adventurer guild in this unfamiliar land, expanding branch by branch, continent by continent. -------- Join discord server: https://discord.gg/sBDmgPzG9b