Read First Part! Understand what you are getting into. Fantasy Novel - Isekai / Litrpg / Average to Strong MC / System / Levels / Kingdom Development and War/ Medieval Fantasy world! Warhammer inspired. No characters, places, or copyrighted ideas from the Warhammer universe is or has been used in the production of this story! This is mine! This isn't a fan fiction!  Temper Expectations - First Kingdom Building Novel / Lots of Proof of concepts Warning! AI Usage! - I used AI to help me write, not write for me. Help categorize my messy thoughts into a readable and understandable outline, organizational processes, breakthroughs during writing block, Art(!), and to suggest convergent paths for the story to go when I have no clue what I am doing.   Adrian decapitated the first Orc he met. The rest he saw that day either were slaughtered under his command or were cut down on their retreat. He knew that instantly murdering everything that didn't look vaguely human wasn't right, but it felt holy in some odd dystopian way.  Stuck within the frontiers of a distant colony of the motherland, he was tasked with the defense of his family's home and the constituents of their land, as a noble son. Knights answer his call for war, and merchants rush to make some profits. Other nobles plotted against them, their neighborly Baron wanted their castle and lands. The viscount, with massive and powerful armies, didn't care what happened as long as the invasion never reached the Golden Sea of Wheats. Famine. Disease. And a plethora of ancient abominations to boot.  Did he mention they were completely surrounded by a tide of massive orcs, each eight feet tall, wore armor, lead by strategist orcs, and shredded. Hordes of bloodthirsty, aggressive gym bros that snorted roids for breakfast. Good thing he was just as tall, tactically sound, aggressive, and shredded. Was he a gym bro too...?! No! He was human. Not not a gym bro! He didn't ever recall taking roids in either life!