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Adventure Time King Ice

Time-Travel to the Medieval: A Fantasy Adventure of an American Girl

Emily Smith, a 22-year-old history student from a university in Los Angeles, accidentally travels back to 13th-century England. She unknowingly enters a strange "Fate Correction System" and is sent into an ancient legend as the female lead. According to the system, the original owner of this world shares the same name as Emily. She was an unloved noblewoman, and according to fate, she was supposed to have a one-night affair with the most powerful Duke of England, Edmund de Montfort, on a full moon night. This led to an unexpected pregnancy and her expulsion from her family. Five years later, she was to return with her genius son, going through some struggles before reconciling with the Duke, eventually being treated like a queen. However, due to a system malfunction, the original owner learned about her fate in advance and deliberately avoided the Duke, disrupting the balance of the world. Therefore, Emily was tasked with fixing this. The system arranged for Emily to be sent to the night when she was supposed to meet the Duke — after a grand castle banquet. According to the plan, she would mistakenly enter the wrong room after drinking wine laced with aphrodisiac herbs. An hour later, as the system watched Emily lying on the bed, flushed with color, it asked, "Host, when will you carry out your mission?" Emily replied slowly, "Wait, let me first get used to the clothes of this era... This corset is killing me." Five hours later, the system, seeing Emily finally get up, urged, "Host, it’s not too late! The Duke is in the tower next door, his door isn’t locked because of a broken lock. You need to go now!" Emily casually pushed open the door next door, and found herself face to face with Edmund de Montfort, the Duke, who was handling estate matters under candlelight. The system was excited: "Go for it, Host!" Edmund furrowed his brow, coldly saying, "Who are you? How dare you break into my private chamber?" Emily looked at the plate of delicate honey cakes on his desk and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. "I’m your wife, five years from now." "I’ve answered your question. Can I have a reward now? A piece of cake, the one on your left, it looks so sweet." Edmund hesitated for a moment before nodding and ringing a bell to summon a servant. "Bring another plate of honey cakes, the best ones." The system: "…" Edmund couldn’t forget the mysterious woman who had broken into his room. At a grand royal ball, they met again. This time, Emily was drunk and staggered over, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. Edmund smirked: "Is this some trick of ‘catching me by pretending to be weak’?" Before long, Emily’s little brother appeared, apologizing and trying to pull her away. "Sorry, Duke de Montfort, my sister recently... um... has a strange condition where she believes she's a forest animal and wants to hug tall people for warmth." Edmund was silent for a moment. "It’s fine. I’ll reluctantly endure it." Little brother: "Are you sure?" Edmund: "Yes." An hour later… "Miss Emily, could you wake up?" "My legs are numb." "…" After giving up on Emily for a while, the system returned to fix the aftermath. But it discovered something unexpected: Emily’s biased noble parents were no longer biased and had completely turned into doting parents. The originally villainous younger brother did not go down an evil path but instead became the most popular court poet. The original cannon fodder female antagonist had become Emily's sister, and they were running a business together in harmony. As for the male lead, Duke Edmund, he had long since embraced his beautiful wife, pampering her like a treasure. The entire medieval world ran smoothly with no signs of collapse. System: "How did she do it? By eating, sleeping, and modern-day ideas??" Modern American girl’s laid-back life vs. the high-and-cold Duke’s broken persona. The original world fell apart, and in the new world, everyone got a fresh start.
digaga_lei · 1.9K Views

The Demon King's Tea Time

Magnus Caffeine wasn’t always the Demon King. One day, he just woke up in a dark, gothic castle. Apparently, he’s in another world now—one with dragons, magic, and absolute chaos. But honestly? He’s not interested in world domination. He just wants to chill. Unfortunately, being an all-powerful Demon King comes with responsibilities, annoying subordinates, and heroic idiots who won’t leave him alone. Between dodging war declarations and dealing with demons who expect him to be some ruthless tyrant, Magnus has one simple goal: Drinking tea and lazing around. But with old memories creeping in, mysterious voices in his head, and an entire world expecting him to be either their savior or destroyer… will he really get to enjoy his tea break? ----------------------- i will be posting this in Royalroad --- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are eitherthe product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, orintringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.
VineFine · 32.2K Views

Witch's Adventure.

Magic is easy! You just have to get your soul vibrating at the right frequency, isn't it? Don't forget the gestures for the spells! But beware... every power has its price, and though we may not know it at first, every payment we make is recorded, and one day we will have to pay our debts. Séraphine Rohan is a witch, perhaps something special in this world, but not even she would dare to fight against the increasingly powerful firearms. Neon lights, soft music and extravagant living! Prosperity is everywhere in this world where idealism meets materialism and mysticism meets science. Where gangsters can be more dangerous than a werewolf and fairy dust is used as a recreational substance. But what lies beneath this veil of glamour, wealth and colorful lights? The decadence of humanity is not only material, but also spiritual, and sometimes... this is reflected in our surroundings more than we think. Join Séraphine Rohan as she explores this world full of interesting creatures, solves cases as a detective and embarks on various adventures driven by money, or maybe it's those ideals she doesn't want to talk about? All this while reality becomes more and more confusing and incomprehensible before her eyes. By the way, how about toasting this psychedelic story with a glass of wine? ------------------------ Cover made by TheAnPlayer2. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
Sir_Traverse · 15.5K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 8.4K Views
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