I, Doctor in the US - Chapter 523 - 467: Deaf-Mute OG? Correct Strong Wind, Blow!

Question, there is a beauty under the starry sky, her black hair looks like eternal night, her bright eyes shine like stars, her powerful magic power makes the world tremble, and her peerless beauty makes all living beings surrender, who is this beauty?

“That’s right, it’s me, the Witch King, Dorothy”

ps: The real name is “Otaku Witch”, a slow-fire setting text, too watery to enter! Don’t like water! Don’t like water!

- Description from novelbuddy

Kana was just an ordinary, introverted girl—quiet, withdrawn, and bullied for her “unusual” sexual preferences. Rejected by those around her, she took refuge in online games, hoping to find acceptance in a world where names and faces didn’t matter.But even there, judgment found her.When her party discovered her secret, the harassment returned—only now, it followed her into the one place she thought was safe.Broken and exhausted, Kana decides to quit the game… and give up on life entirely.Just as she’s about to end everything, a strange message flashes on her screen:“Would you like to live the life you’ve always dreamed of?”It sounds like a scam. But with nothing left to lose, Kana accepts.Moments later, she awakens in a body she doesn’t recognize, in a world she’s never seen—A place of magic, adventure, and powerful women drawn to her for reasons she can’t yet understand.More than anything, this is a world that offers Kana what she thought she’d lost forever:A second chance in a world with people that accept her for who she is.___A lot of yuri.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?