Fantasy Clinic: Chronicles of a 3rd-Rate Doctor - Chapter 22: Guests with Too Many Eyes

This book was inspired by My Hero Academia: Adaptation“Who decided being quirkless means you can't be a hero? Those are just rules made by people who never tried to break them.” When a battle-hardened warrior dies in one world and awakens in the body of a quirkless boy in another, the rules of heroism are about to change.Armed with combat experience from a darker realm and an iron will forged in warfare, he sets his sights on U.A. High School - the pinnacle of hero education. But in a society where superpowers are everything, his approach to strength might just shatter the entire system.Behind a gentle smile lies the mind of a warrior. As he builds his power through unconventional means, one thing becomes clear: rules were meant to be broken, and this world's definition of “hero” is about to be rewritten.Sometimes the strongest ability isn't a quirk at all. It's the will to change everything.

[Ding! You've gained ten thousand Drug Points! You can now use “Hypnotic Drugs.”][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are twice as effective on females.][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are three times as effective on females deeply in love with their partners.][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are four times as effective on MILFs.][DING! New Mission: Steal the Tech Hammer CEO's wife and daughter.]

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide.

She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages.

What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason.

Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest.

Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages?

She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home.

God Help Her!

ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book.

“THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE”

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time?

What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess.

EXCERPT:

What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'?

Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did.

She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.

Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her.

She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.

“That was a bad act, my lady.” The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Scary.

“I will only give you three seconds to get up.”

His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart?

She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.

THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD!

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…