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I Became The Wrong Prince

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn't dead. However, I was no longer in my own world. I wasn't in the underworld, any kind of heaven, or a strange afterlife. I was inside a novel I had only heard about in passing. It was a fantasy story that my subordinates always talked about. It was the story of a regular person who entered the body of the 12th prince and embarked on a journey to become heir to the throne of the Emberfield Kingdom and, eventually, the hero of the world. Throughout that journey, the 12th prince encounters mystical creatures who become his allies, assembles a motley crew of warriors, forms alliances with various kingdoms, fights against an evil organization intent on destroying the world, and even becomes the hero known to everyone across all three continents. Whenever my subordinates updated me on the story, I often heard them jokingly wish they could get hit by a truck, enter the book, become the 12th prince, and finally live out such a fairy-tale-like story instead of suffering in the real world. I always laughed and told them that the more they wished for it to happen to them, the more likely it was to happen to somebody else who didn't even want it, so instead of wishing for nonsense, they should get back to work. And as if my words were a curse- When I died, I was the one sent into the book. But the problem was… I wasn't sent into the body of the 12th prince who becomes the hero of 3 continents! I was sent into the body of the illegitimate 13th prince, an EXTRA who died within the very first chapter that had been summarized to me. As I stared at the king, the queen, concubines, and half-siblings, all wishing for his death, I only had one thought. Once I made it out of this situation, I needed to amass enough money and power to protect myself, figure out why and how I had been brought into the story, and live a peaceful and fruitful life away from all the incidents that were sure to happen if I couldn't find a way home. As for what would happen to the kingdom and the rest of the world? It had absolutely nothing to do with me. Let the 12th prince handle it just like he had in the story. I planned on living my own life.
SummmerDaze · 11.5k Views

The Arsenal Prince

David Keller was a master of his craft in Chicago—a man who knew the weight, the mechanics, and the soul of every firearm ever made, thanks to a lifetime of lessons from his veteran grandfather. But when a sudden end leads to a new beginning, he finds himself in the body of Nicholas Braveheart, the eight-year-old prince of a small, struggling kingdom. In a world ruled by ancient swords, rigid chivalry, and the mysterious flickers of magic, Nicholas is an anomaly. While other children play with wooden toys, he is busy sketching blueprints for the world’s first flintlock. While the powerful Varantum Empire looms on the horizon like an unstoppable tide, Nicholas isn’t looking for a hero’s sword—he’s looking for saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. Armed with thirty-six years of modern ballistics knowledge and the iron-clad will of a soldier, Nicholas sets out to turn his backwater home into a fortress. He’s not just building weapons; he’s building a revolution. The knights of this world think they are invincible behind their plate armor—Nicholas is about to show them exactly what happens when steel meets high-velocity lead. The age of magic is ending. The age of the Arsenal has begun. Author’s Note: I'm having a blast bringing Nicholas's journey to life! If you're enjoying the blend of kingdom-building and gunpowder, don't forget to add this to your collection and vote and review if you like! :) Every bit of support helps the kingdom grow!
Crispychapati · 8.6k Views