Ascendance of a Bookworm - Chapter 17 - Three Cheers for Mesopotamia!

To Producers, the two of them couldn’t be more drastically different voice actors.

She is the eldest daughter of the Zanying family, born noble, beautiful and beautiful, with a peerless appearance;

In the last life, she gave everything she had to help him win the world, but in return she got all her family killed;

In the last life, the person who killed her ascended to the throne of the phoenix, the mother of the world, the honor and wealth, but she was imprisoned in the cold palace and suffered all kinds of humiliation;

Reborn in elementary school, she is no longer a pawn at the mercy of others, she is the best in the world in medical skills, and she has a delicate heart to plan and plan the world;

In this life, she wants to protect her dear ones, to avenge her revenge, and to avenge her grudges;

In this life, she wants that young man who rides his horse and sings lightly, regardless of sword, light or sword, to live a long and safe life!

The second prince has come of age. To celebrate the advent of such an occasion, the search for a suitable bride began. My younger sister was expected to go to the Royal Palace as a candidate. However, despite this, she eloped the day before her departure. I, the older sister she left behind, looked almost exactly like her – so much that we were often mistaken for twins…

One month, right? For just one month, shall I substitute in for my sister?

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.