MTL - Princess Medical Doctor - ~ 980 Zen, this king does not want

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

Mira Carter was ready to die.Broke, betrayed, and buried by the people she loved, she ended her life, only to wake up in the body of Lorena Sanders, the country’s golden girl.…Well. Former golden girl.Now? Lorena is canceled harder than a convicted pop star.Public enemy number one.Accused of bullying her junior into suicide, sleeping her way to the top, and being the villain everyone always suspected she was.The internet wants her dead.Her family wants her silent.And the worst part?She discovers Lorena now has a husband.Lucas Atkins, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a face like sin and a hatred that burns like hellfire. He’s dangerous, powerful, and clearly didn’t marry her for love.The first time he looks at her, she swears he could snap her neck.The second time? She’s certain he’s already digging her grave.To top it all off, Lucas isn’t just a CEO with a god complex. He’s something else. Something not quite human.And now that Mira’s stuck in the face of the woman he hates the most, he wants her to suffer, for sins she doesn’t even remember.She doesn’t know what Lorena did.She doesn’t understand why the world wants her destroyed.She doesn’t even know how she’s going to survive.But she does know one thing:Hell has a new wife. And her husband is the devil himself.

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

***

I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”