Crossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord.
Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology.
Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to create a modernized new nation with magical characteristics.
Overthrowing the Netheril Empire is the mission!
Destroying the Elven Kingdom and the Elven Pantheon is the duty!
Eradicating ancient evils and natural disasters is Matthew's shout as he crushes fate!
"Brothers and sisters, join Bay Territory!
Here, we give out houses, provide free childcare, no worries about food or clothing, assign jobs, and supply all resources needed for life."
"Furthermore, we can even offer the path to godhood..."
"Everyone only needs to pay a small price of one billion!"
A slow-burn farming novel, a new world of dragons and dungeons, a magical version of the Warhammer Empire, and an unprecedented, fresh new version for everyone.
How did I end up here? In this game where pain and death are real? Where the only thing worse than dying is being resurrected. Where I can't logout. Now, we are expected to climb this tower full of monsters that will "Lead to Radiance", or something. The only thing I do know is the Tower is the way out. What choice do I have other than to play the game? My only hope is I can make it to the top without dying too many times along the way.
A LitRPG;
This book is complete. Come check it out. Book 2, Guilds is current under construction.
The story and all the player characters are original to me. Any trademarked characters, games, or franchise names belong to their creators or who holds the copyright thereto. The entire work is original but I want to cover my bases just in case.
This story contains Mild Language, Violence, Simulated Death, Sexual Themes and Scenes (no smut), and Mature Content. Reader discretion advised.
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