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New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others despite her low status. "F*ck, I'm really in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just returned home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants, and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, secrets to uncover, and a sad fate to avoid. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor husband of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...
Gray_Queen19 · 134.3k Views

Emperor Reincarnation Judge: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice, thinking their hatred matters. It does not. I have plucked the 12 most dangerous souls from history—Caesar, Cleopatra, Qin Shi Huang, Wu Zetian... Stripped of their crowns and divinity, but cursed with their memories, they are thrown into my Endless Reincarnation Game. World 1: The Modern Conglomerate. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. Here, Qin Shi Huang is a ruthless COO enforcing draconian order. Cleopatra is a VP weaponizing desire to close billion-dollar deals. Caesar is a Chief Legal Officer. They fight for power. They fight for the single seat at my right hand. And this is just the beginning. From Modern Corporate Empires to Cyberpunk Wastelands, from Ancient Warring States to Interstellar Fleets... they will reincarnate, struggle, and conquer, over and over again. But I stand above every world, every timeline, every scheme. I do not follow the rules. I AM the rule. I do not compete. I do not pity. I only judge. Their fates. Their cycles. Their very souls. I decide them all. Let the dead shout. I smile. Tags: #QuickTransmigration #Historical #BusinessManagement #AntiHero #KingdomBuilding #RuthlessMC #Strategy Warning: 1.The MC is a God-like Observer/Judge. He is cold, neutral, and does not save people. 2.Infinite Flow: The setting changes every arc (Modern -> Ancient -> Sci-fi). 3.If you are looking for a "save-the-beauty" savior or a naive protagonist, this is NOT for you.
Aetherion_Vael · 1.9k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 106.6k Views