This is a story about a Nord barbarian who meets an ambitious man. Emhyr: To stop the white frost, I must conquer the whole world! Arthur: Come on, you can't even take down Cintra. Vilgefortz: If I get the Ancient Blood, I will be the king of all worlds! Arthur: If you want to use magic, then use magic. If you want to practice stick fighting, then practice stick fighting. You always like to mix them up. It's a miracle that you can still live today. Islinne: The world will die in the frost, and only the elves will be reborn... Arthur: The most annoying thing is you guys who pretend to be gods. Look at the sticks!

As a modern woman, after being killed by a flowerpot, she unexpectedly time-traveled in a cliché way!

What awakens, of course, is the standard feature for transmigrators: twin martial souls.

The Destruction Scythe, not bad, not bad at all! Another martial soul! It's actually the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!!!

Why is Miss Qian Renxue a man? Is this still the Douluo Continent I know?

Why are there other transmigrators? A die-hard fan of Tang San? A chef system?

I clearly don't want to be in a relationship, I just want to live a good new life, so why are all the men around me constantly showing interest in me?

Watch as the protagonist inherits the three god positions and sweeps across the Douluo Continent; who says women are inferior to men?

(This story is set in the world of Douluo Continent, and it features the cruelty of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.)

My name is Sigmund, and this is the 27th day and the first day after my crossing.

Snowstorm, mountain village.

27 days is just the same day of reincarnation.

Cold and hungry, and a faint growl in the wind and snow.

In 27 days, I had 11 broken arms and 3 legs.

Don’t be surprised, I also buried 7 of myself.

Until the 28th day, in the diffuse snow, a dark ghost carriage broke the time cycle and appeared in front of my eyes.

The door opened, and the ancient parchment rolled slowly

Another world gold finger, or a novice reward for signing in for 28 days?

Between on and off, Sigmund was lost in thought.

…………

Traveling through time and space and nightmares, every time the carriage arrives, Sigmon gets rewards and becomes stronger, but even so, he still stubbornly believes that this car… is not serious.

Only because that day the carriage brought him two silver-haired women, one large and one small.

“My name is Ciri, and I’m from Kyle Morhan.”

“My name is Maria, from the Star Clock Tower.”

Are your horses pulling carts or pulling skins?

joke! I am a decent person, what can I do?

Ha ha……