Surviving as a Plagiarist in Another World - Chapter 53: Side: Working Holiday

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[Scanning completed][Host detected. System activated]“What's going on?”[Host, I am the system. I will help You Build Your Empire. You have arrived in a world called Proxima Center. It is 10 times bigger than your planet]In This story, we follow the life of Alberto, a World War II veteran who was killed in action during the war.But God decided to give him another life. He sends him to a fantasy world. This fantasy realm is ten times the size of Earth, teeming with legendary creatures and vast nations that rival even the might of the Mongol Empire. Where our main character will build his country entirely from scratch using the system given by God. A powerful system that is capable of making him a powerful beingSo let's enjoy our main character's journey together.Join Alberto on his epic journey as he transforms from a soldier into a sovereign, building alliances, facing formidable foes, and perhaps even discovering love amidst the chaos.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.