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Wartopia: [Army & Base Building LitRPG]

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What happens when a master miniature builder gets thrust into a monster apocalypse with a puppet-summoning skill? "Turn my miniatures into real soldiers. Duh!" Said Adam Clay, the Lord Commander of Earth, with a wide grin as he snapped with his fingers. Power Armored Supersoldiers, Walker Crafts, War Machines, Stellar Arks, and Legions of Men-at-Arms all appeared around him in hordes, chanting the holy name of the Emperor of the Solarium. But that's a scene from the endgame, and here's how it began... What to Expect? A Progression LitRPG with action scenes, political intrigue, humor, RTS mechanics, kingdom building, crafting, summoning, and a magic system that tightens it all up, coming from the author of the 760+ chapters long Dragonborn Saga. Inspired by WH40K’s energy, but its own beast entirely. (so not a fanfic) While it is so, you can say it is the watered-down version for those who aren't willing to dip their toes in the original madness. Where else to find this Gem? This story exists on Patreon, Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub
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