I’m Pregnant with the Villain’s Child - Chapter 309: Do you see me as your son, or do you still think that Mom cheated on you, and I'm a b*stard child? (1)

[House of Dragons, Game of Thrones Prequel] The heir prince known as the One-Day Heir should have died young, but Rhaegar stubbornly survived.Being born sick and weak cannot defeat him, and losing his qualification as an heir cannot make him give up on himself.Using the Explorer system, he will explore ancient relics and embark on a legendary conquest that will span the Seven Kingdoms.Explore the Skull of the Dark Terror Balerion: Dragon’s Legacy (50% Fire Resistance)Explore the White Hart: A desire for LongevityExplore Blackfire and Dark Sister: King’s Gaze and Knight’s Oath.Rhaegar tamed his dragon, took the Iron Throne, and destroyed all who stood in his way.Winter is coming, and I have ridden my dragon to meet it.*Important Note*In the original narrative (Lore), the one day heir prince was named Baelon, in honor of Viserys’s father.However, the author, disliking the name Baelon, opted for Rhaegar, inspired by the Prince Rhaegar in Game of Thrones.

I opened my eyes to find myself in another world. For some odd reason, I ended up as a sword. Before my eyes laid a plain full of magic beasts, and so, I launched my body and flew in search of a partner, a wielder (females only). Wait. Absorbing magic stones gets me skills? Oh hell yeah! This be fun! More, more, give me more! Gimme all your magic stones! Okay, yeah no, but I am accepting anything anyone’s willing to give. This tale is one that follows your everyday nerd, normal as could be, save for the fact that he happened to reincarnate as a sword.

The number one swordsman Zhao Jiangui is the martial world’s best hope for peace: All he has to do is seduce the Demon Sect Leader.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”