Naming Technique of the Night - Chapter 639 - 395 A good play

Song Yi found herself transmigrated into a novel, becoming the female protagonist of an old-school Mary Sue story.Gentle, kind, beautiful, and graceful, she was the unattainable ideal in everyone’s heart. The aloof top student fell from his pedestal for her sake, while the reclusive young man fought against his family for her.All of this sounded quite nice, but there was just one problem – this novel had a bad ending!!!

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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.

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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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Once again, as he opened his eyes, Ning Changge awakened his extraordinary insight, only to find himself reborn as an abandoned infant.Coincidentally, Zhang Sanfeng passed by and took him in as his eighth disciple.From then on, on Wudang Mountain, there was an unparalleled prodigy with extraordinary insight. While others practiced martial arts or cultivated immortality, Ning Changge aimed to forge a path to eternal life in the world of martial arts!【You studied three thousand classic scriptures, mastered three hundred inner cultivation techniques, and, with your innate inner energy, created the “Eternal Green Immortal Technique”!】【Reading a hundred volumes of swordsmanship, observing battles between peerless swordsmen, you gained insights and created the “Gold-ranked White Tiger Sword Qi”!】【You established the Immortal Sect, spread the teachings of immortality, and led people around the world to cultivate immortality. You observed the path of mortals cultivating immortality and used their inspiration as nourishment, creating the “Great Dao Elemental Infant Condensation Technique”!】【You led the world to ascend, and the world’s will rewarded you with the Supreme Merit Golden Dragon feedback. You refused to absorb it, pondered carefully, and created the “Supreme Merit Body Forging Technique”!】Martial techniques, passing them on to others…

He is a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, coming from the flames, and in one glance, his life was set.The first time he met the young girl, she bent slightly towards him and said, “Sir...”He was amused, thinking she was a little eccentric...She had never seen such a handsome man, tall like a general, and when their eyes met, she was bewildered and forgot she wasn't in the palace...Later, during the school art performance, the young girl sat on stage, dressed in ancient costume, with a veil covering her face, holding a pipa, her eyebrows shy, appearing both delicate and graceful...He raised his alluring eyes, recalling the girl said she knew a little about musical instruments and chess; she was modest.Seeing him in the audience, her heart raced, wanting to perform well but accidentally struck the wrong chord, fortunately unnoticed by him...Later still, the young girl, now grown, suddenly confessed to him, and the usually calm and composed man was caught off guard...It was a love she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, like shards of glass in her palm, both a patient endurance and impulsive agony...The joy of love at first sight, a hidden affection...She would never know that the brother she secretly admired had been waiting for her to grow up...