Speak Plain English, Magic Spell [Western Fantasy]

“When people call you a witch, you’d better be one.” So said Ilia Gloucester. Ilia transmigrates into a fantasy world where dragons fly through the skies and elves roam the land. Even in this world, where humanity struggles to survive, there are plenty of stubborn old fools in the human empire who believe women shouldn’t be allowed to study magic. Despite being an earl’s daughter, Ilia finds herself condemned by everyone and tied to a stake to be burned as a witch as soon as she arrives. The reason? They find a book of magic on her. Ilia’s mouth twitches. Are you sure? It’s just a diary written in Chinese! Only later does she realize: Is this really a proper Western fantasy setting? Why are the spells in Chinese? Why is the fireball spell, “Fire elements within a five-kilometer radius of me, emergency support, hurry, hurry, hurry,” and the healing spell, “Help me, help me, the person in front of me looks like they’re about to die”? While other people’s forbidden spells are still along the lines of, “Dear and respected elemental lords, there really is a very dangerous situation today, and I humbly beseech all of you to do me this favor,” Ilia the future archmage and first queen of the Obsidian Empire just says, “Me. Fire element. Now. Got it?” Couple: A self-reliant queen × a talkative dragon prince Upcoming novel 1: 《After the Heavenly Dao Goes Mad》 Preserve human desires, extinguish heavenly principles. Shen Qingci, the succubus sect’s temptress, is the greatest in the world, renowned across the Three Realms for her lustful ways and cold heart. Sharp-tongued and ruthless, she sleeps with people and runs, with former lovers scattered across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. The thirteen righteous immortal sects have hunted her down eight hundred times, right up until the day the Heavenly Dao goes mad. The world turns upside down, and the stars weep blood. The righteous immortal sects of old become playgrounds for corpse puppets, wiped out to the last. Out of basic humanitarian concern, Shen Qingci rushes around putting out fires. She pulls her dying ex, a sword cultivator, to safety, picks up a coughing, blood-spitting Buddhist monk, catches a tearful, shameless medicine cultivator, and even kicks at the coffin lid of a certain proud Immortal Venerable… A group of grievously wounded people wake up in the Hehuan Sect and stare at one another in silence: ? The Buddhist monk, whose golden body was broken in a single night, coughs blood and laughs bitterly. “Shen Qingci, you again.” The sword cultivator, one of her many ex-boyfriends, covers his face in silence. “I’ve lost all my cultivation. I’m not worthy of you anymore.” The shameless medicine cultivator weeps like a flower in the rain. “Big Sister, are you leaving me because of them?” The cold Immortal Venerable, who once sternly rejected her, smiles bitterly at himself. “Shen Qingci, you really are still the same.” Shen Qingci: … The whole world is about to end. I suggest you all worry a little less about this. Upcoming novel 2: 《I Own a Game Company》 Ji Yunshao, a corporate drone at a major tech company, transmigrates into an interstellar society. Life here is convenient, technology is advanced, men and women are equal, the workweek is four days on and three days off, and benefits cover everything. Compared to ancient times, where people could only wipe their butts with leaves, and the apocalypse, where they lived by the blade, this is the best possible world for someone who’s transmigrated. She doesn’t want to go back. What’s more, she’s inherited a company here. Looks like she can lie flat and live in comfort in this interstellar society. She never expected to get so lucky. Then Ji Yunshao checks her account balance and lets out a shrill cry of disbelief: Negative one billion! With that mountain of debt looming over her, Ji Yunshao has no choice but to return to her old line of work and make games. She brings back one by one the MOBA, MMORPG, FPS, romance games, and other genres that had faded into the dust of history, and interstellar people who had long suffered from the cosmic plague suddenly discover that there’s such a fun way to heal their mental power. They line up to fall into the trap of Zhaoming Interactive, one after another, and still ask, “When’s the next game coming out?” Boss Yunshao! Are your hands cold? Want to warm them in my wallet? Theme: Spread the best of Chinese culture.