Isekai Action Fantasy Novel
Isekai Action Fantasy Novel
Two souls merged as one mind, one body, and one heart. Iris Jin is now Irelina Mercius, the 9th Concubine of the Golden Empire of Verticulas. The fate she will face will determine whether she lives or dies in this paradox.
Zeddrick Apeus Verticulas is the current emperor of the Golden Empire of Verticulas. He is a tyrant whose personality is like a tsunami. Dark magic killed his beloved empress, Earlena Vicentus, and his heart turned into a cold crystal.
Despite the theology of life, Iris, now Irelina, will have to endure the torment of her origin, where she would question her existence. What could be her ultimate purpose in taking over the real Irelina Mercius’s body? Where did the real Irelina soul go?
So—from this moment, “No matter what obnoxious life brings to me, I will certainly survive in this world!”
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biggest mindfuck is the fact that it can be so so difficult to tell the difference between when it's time for "do it bored/scared/stupid but by jove just do it" and when it's time for "if it sucks hit the bricks"
What happened to the miasma?
He looked left and was greeted by more flowers and bushes he’d only seen in books. He could see more trees in the distance. They were so far away they looked tiny. He’d never been able to see that far before; the miasma was always too thick. "Where's—" He stopped as the name escaped his memory. Someone who should've been beside him was not. Now that he thought about it, there wasn't much he remembered besides the fight with those wraiths.
Swaying with fatigue, sweat on his brow, he turned his face to the light. The wind shook the leaves of the trees and turned the grass on the hill in waves. Destination chosen, he started toward them. He just needed to cross through the flowerbed of large clovers. He didn't recognize this specific plant from any book.
He stepped into the clover.
No solid ground met him.
Plunging shin-deep into the shockingly cold water, he lost balance and toppled to his knees into the pond. The splash shook the water clovers. Water lapped around his waist, quickly soaking into the fancy coat he wore.
Water? There's water just lying around?
Initially startled by his abrupt entrance, large, multicolored creatures came close and circled him. "Fish," he identified in awe. Their calico lips nibbled at his clothes and silver hair as it floated on the surface around him, crowding each other eagerly. Chuckling softly, he sat back and looked up at the sky again. He'd never seen that color blue before. He only remembered an endless pitch night and air that tasted like suffering. There had been no free-standing water in the world he remembered. All of it was created by magic and stored in buckets. It grew scummy within hours, collecting dust from the wind and a sulfur scent from the miasma.
Is this what comes after?
“She would’ve loved this…” he said sadly. He knew he missed her even if he couldn’t quite remember her.
"Oh no!" a woman said behind him, breaking his thoughts. She continued in exasperation as she hurried over, "Who put you out here? You're filthy now! I'll have the hide of whoever did this!" The woman’s voice made him flinch. He was about to turn around when hands hooked under his arms.
find out what happens next on Tapas!
The evil witch who lives in the woods is actually more of, an annoyed 30-year-old, who just doesn’t really want to be involved in any of this