Kingdom Building

After the mysterious crash of a spaceship in an unknown world, Larry Parker reluctantly accepts an unknown destiny in order to live. And now he must learn to live with it as he embarks on a series of quests, facing difficult challenges to see that this destiny is fulfilled and his life preserved.

"Sign it, Leon. A trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as the Miller family anymore." Leon Ardent looked at the divorce papers on the cold marble table. For three years, he had been the perfect house-husband. He cooked, he cleaned, and he endured the constant mockery of his wife’s wealthy relatives. He was the "Garbage Son-in-Law" of Northwood City. He did it all to fulfill a secret vow of humility. But today, the vow was over. "Is this what you truly want, Sarah?" Leon asked quietly. Sarah Miller didn't even look at him. She was busy leaning into the arms of Julian Vance, the billionaire heir who had promised her a throne. "I want a king, Leon. Not a servant. Take your cheap clothes and get out of my villa before the security throws you into the rain." Leon picked up the pen. With one swift stroke, he ended their marriage. As the clock struck midnight, the silent city of Northwood began to tremble. A fleet of black private jets darkened the sky, and hundreds of armored vehicles surrounded the Miller estate. The most powerful men in the world, people Sarah could only dream of meeting, knelt in the mud before the man she had just discarded. "Young Master! The three-year trial is complete! The Ardent Global Syndicate awaits your command!" Leon stepped over the divorce papers. The humble husband was dead. The Sovereign had returned. "Sarah," Leon whispered as he walked past his trembling ex-wife. "You wanted a king? Too bad. You just threw away the Emperor." Now, Sarah wants him back. Julian wants mercy. And the Miller family is begging for a crust of bread. But Leon Ardent is no longer the man who cleans floors.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

Deyvorn Karshel is the only man crazy enough to keep delivering packages in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. With a mountain of bonuses on the line and a city in ruins, he becomes a beacon of normalcy in a world gone mad.

After dying of overwork in his old world, Henry Wallace wakes in another as the owner of a tiny bakery, The Hearthside Loaf, in the border town of Oakhaven. His modest skill, "Dungeon Kitchen", lets his bread carry magical effects, and the humming iron trapdoor in his cellar leads to a real dungeon full of rare ingredients. As adventurers start lining up outside his shop before dawn, Henry must decide whether he is just a baker or the owner of the most dangerous kitchen in Oakhaven

Aethan Narok, an extra in the grand household of the Narok family, was born with a rare disease and cursed with crippling paralysis. His life was mediocre, his future nonexistent, his days numbered. However, his fate as a cast-out and worthless being is reversed with the awakening of his dormant Bloodline in a life-threatening moment. The Bloodline—both profane and divine—carries a power whose very name sows seeds of dread and terror in the hearts of those who know it. Now, Aethan, no longer a weakling or forgotten extra, will walk the face of the earth as a being of untold power. But… will that power consume and control him… or will he accept it wholly, and become the Overlord of the world?

"STAND UP YOU MORON!". yelled the space trooper. Rogers groaned with pain. He stood up and with all his weight dived on the space trooper, he didn't know what he was even thinking but somehow the trooper had already lost balance and his gun fallen from his hands. Rogers kicked him in the groins and then with a penknife stabbed him in the temples. The trooper was silent. Rogers thought for a moment maybe he was dead. He wanted to check for his breathing but common with space troopers they always had their helmet on. Rogers proceeded to dislodge the helmet, he was familiar with the technicalities. The battle was still ongoing, he was hearing gunfires afar off, he had checked his attacker pulse, the man was as good as dead. Rogers retrieve his penknife and put it back into his pockets. He was tired and weak to the bones, pains that ran through his stomach made him nauseated. He wanted to vomit. He stared at the sky that has turned with haze and ash, he thought when will all this wars be over, it has been a decade and the galaxies had been at war. He was from Megma, but the people from Metoris and Xival had been their enemies. Aquaris was their ally, and Infact the aquaria have been their supporters from time immemorial. The bone of contention was Resmore, the planets all wanted Resmore for its minerals and diamonds. News had it that the main villain Lord Firemetal and his counterpart Aruma each of them from Metoris and Xival had always wanted to dominate the planet Resmore, then comes the DROIDs from Entexx a place found in Aquaris, who always help them in fighting each battle they went. Their opponents have space droids too.

An ancient cosmic prophecy has sealed the fate of the mortal realm. A catastrophic invasion from the stars is coming, and the world will only survive if a specific king dies at an exact second, in a precise way, after reaching absolute peak cultivation power. Lin Feng is that king. Trapped in a race against time, he must cultivate at a breakneck pace, conquer warring empires, and absorb immense spiritual energy knowing that his ultimate reward is his own execution. Every attempt to evade his fate only brings the cosmic horror closer. With the countdown ticking away, Lin Feng must execute a dangerous double game: power up to save humanity, while desperately hunting for a hidden loophole in the laws of the universe to rewrite his tragic ending.

Jin Yuchen was nothing more than a cripple – the infamous figure with no spirit root. When his entire family is accused of treason and executed, the world believes the Jin clan has fallen forever. But fate has other plans. Arthur Chen, the wealthiest man on Earth, finds his soul transmigrated into Jin Yuchen’s body. With no spirit root and having nothing but the memories of the lost family, Arthur is faced with the greatest challenge of all: revenge. Here's the twist. His entire fortune has transmigrated with him, converted into spirit stones, more than the entire continent has ever seen. Too bad the spirit stones mean nothing to him. Until he discovers a hidden truth: everything in the cultivation world with a spirit root can be bound with a contract. From immortal beasts to ancient weapons, from arrogant young masters to divine herbs—everything and everyone can be bought, tamed, or twisted… for the right price. He doesn’t fight with fists; he buys his enemies’ swords. He doesn’t run from sects; he acquires them. He doesn’t chase immortality; he buys the heavens and makes them bow. Enemies beware! The cripple has raised an army, and he’s coming to kill.

The heavens wept the day the Dragon's Spine Mountains bled fire. The Oda Clan once stood as the greatest military house in the Imperial Dominion of Yamato, where cultivation and warfare forged legends. In a single moonless night, the Shogunate branded them traitors and wiped out forty-seven thousand lives. Only one survivor remained. At twelve, Kaito Oda watched his father die beneath the executioner's blade. Five years later, he lives under a false name in the lawless Crimson Port, carrying nothing but his father's sword, a shattered cultivation core, and a terrifying gift—the ability to see the death of any technique used against him. To avenge his clan, Kaito infiltrates the Imperial Academy, the very institution that trained the generals who slaughtered his family. There, he begins mastering the forbidden Sword Emperor's Testament, a cultivation art fueled by bloodshed alone. Every victory brings him closer to the truth behind the massacre—and closer to the empire's destruction. But revenge is never simple. The brilliant strategist who orchestrated the Oda Clan's fall now commands the Eastern Armies. His only surviving childhood friend serves the regime he swore to destroy. And beneath the imperial capital, an ancient force awakens, threatening to consume every clan locked in their endless struggle for power. Empires rise. Dynasties fall. Legends are written in blood. Kaito Oda isn't fighting for a throne. He's fighting to erase an empire. Welcome to the Dominion—where trust is weakness, mercy is fatal, and the Steel Lotus blooms only in the ashes of war.