I opened my eyes in a novel I once read — as Emilia Evelisse Valmont, the villainess destined to be abandoned, accused, and condemned. They called her the Ice Queen: flawless, untouchable, and unloved. Her engagement shattered, her reputation ruined, her end inevitable… unless I chose to live differently.
But this is not my story.
From the Crown Prince’s eyes, she was only ever cold — until the day he saw her laugh. To the world, she was a villainess. To him, she became something else entirely. His curiosity turned into fascination, his mask began to crack, and the ‘Ice Queen’ who was meant to fall became the woman he could no longer look away from.
A reincarnated villainess. A perfect noble mask. And a romance told from the man who never expected to find his heroine in her.
Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns.
Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy Duke, she has no choice but to keep praying.
Too bad that’s all she knows how to do.
“Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.”
A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash.
“I’ll kill you all!” The handsome Duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it.
Reborn as a scorned noble with “useless” plant magic, she inherits a salt‑bitten coast riddled with pirates and bad soil. Everyone calls it hopeless. She calls it paradise.
So she does what botanists do: test, train, and grow. Mangroves and windbreaks. Rain traps and smarter drills. Krav Maga for thirty‑five stubborn soldiers who don’t trust her yet.
And love interests who can’t help but be drawn in: an illegitimate son with grudges, a foreign prince, a shrewd count, and the archduke’s heir—the empire’s most eligible bachelor, hiding secrets of his own.
In the original story, she was meant to die in obscurity. This time, she’ll make the march a kingdom, one root and one fight at a time.
He made it! Naruto Uzumaki, the number one unpredictable ninja, has just graduated! The world is at his feet, the ramen tastes like victory, and his path to becoming Hokage has finally begun.
Just when he thinks his incredible story is about to begin, BAM! A semi-transparent blue screen appears right in his face. Wait… is this a video game?
The system calls it [Falna], and its function is insane: it can turn his friends into legendary heroes! Leveling up, gaining skills and chakra that would make the Third Hokage weep! It’s the ultimate tool to become incredibly strong! The plan is perfect.
There’s just one problem…
To “update someone’s status,” he needs… for them to be a girl? And to use his own blood to draw?
Naruto’s path to becoming Hokage has just taken a complete 180. Forget about hard work; his new mission is to survive puberty, assemble the best team in history, and convince Konoha’s strongest kunoichi to let him draw on their backs!
In the year 3999, Crystallphaos shines like a beacon of magic and technology — yet beneath its surface, fears and prophecies simmer. A group of young adventurers — the silent Prometheus, the spirited Hitomi, the fearless Brek, the sharp-eyed archer Laima, and the enigmatic Noctua — are drawn into a mission that seems impossible: to cross the Shadow Ravine, a place from which few have ever returned.
Their journey becomes a nightmare filled with battles, demons, and haunting visions. Prometheus faces revelations about a destiny he cannot escape, learning to draw strength not only from crystals, but from his companions themselves. The team’s bond is tested, as the line between life and death grows dangerously thin.
But the end of the mission is not the end of the story — it’s only the beginning. Because behind the battles and sacrifices lies something greater: a soul that arrived in a world starved for light and hope, to herald the dawn of a new era. And yet, every light casts shadows — and those shadows are waiting for their moment to rise.
