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Jacob awakens to find himself in the body of Şehzade Alaeddin soon he links the system and plans to use his knowledge to build an immortal ottoman state to stand the winds of time... follow as our protagonist builds his empire as well as fills the rooms of his harem with royal woman and beautiful enigmas of the times! Not my book cover. Just love the art. If it's yours, all credit to you. Please comment if you want it removed. Discord for chat and things: https://discord.gg/dU4QA8Gu

The Destiny of the Last Ottoman In a dying empire haunted by shadows, a warrior returns with news that could change history. Seven sacred relics have been stolen. If they fall into the wrong hands, not only Istanbul—but the past itself—will be lost. Led by Sultan Murad IV and joined by his three sworn allies—Balibey, Cafer, and Kasım—the empire's fate rests on a single mission. Their first enemy is a demon-blooded figure cloaked in power and mystery. The war for relics begins. The destiny of a civilization will be rewritten.

Transmigrated at end times of a crumbling empire, our pratagonist will seek oppurtunities of founding a republic.

Historical things are worth to learn

(Soul Transference. Royalty. Fantasy. Sweet romance. High energy. Psychological twists. Adventure. Passionate love.) A young sultan on the Ottoman throne, just twenty-four years old. And in the shadowed corridors of the palace, an eighteen-year-old woman raised in the glow of her father’s brushstrokes, breathing in freedom like air. Her father, once the Empire’s most renowned painter and the sultan’s former mentor, is now gone, leaving her orphaned. The sultan cannot bring himself to abandon his teacher’s daughter to the whims of fate. The thought of her marrying some stranger weighs heavy on his heart. So he orders her to be brought into the harem. But he does not realize what seems like a golden sanctuary to some is a gilded cage to a girl raised with wings. Her wild spirit crashes against the delicate walls of the harem; the golden chains of tradition coil around her wrists. She considers giving up… Until fate plays its strangest hand: a twist in time sends a woman from the year 2025 into her body. Now, the palace is no longer just a stage for intrigue, secrets, and the hunger for power. It becomes the heart of a time-warped chaos filled with laughter, tangled identities, and a love no one saw coming. I’m Angelina. And this is my vibrant dream tavern. Welcome.

A professor a ardent history addict, a man who spent his later days teaching, studying, and writing. This man’s life was twisted upside down by a demo machine, transporting him to an alternate timeline that may still take his life. in this alt-timeline our Mc is forced into the life of a Sezade of the Ottoman Empire of the late 17th century. The fated decline of the empire is already in motion.

(Time Travel. Royalty. Fantasy. Sweet romance. High energy. Psychological twists. Adventure. Passionate love.) A young sultan on the Ottoman throne, just twenty-four years old. And in the shadowed corridors of the palace, an eighteen-year-old woman raised in the glow of her father’s brushstrokes, breathing in freedom like air. Her father, once the Empire’s most renowned painter and the sultan’s former mentor, is now gone, leaving her orphaned. The sultan cannot bring himself to abandon his teacher’s daughter to the whims of fate. The thought of her marrying some stranger weighs heavy on his heart. So he orders her to be brought into the harem. But he does not realize what seems like a golden sanctuary to some is a gilded cage to a girl raised with wings. Her wild spirit crashes against the delicate walls of the harem; the golden chains of tradition coil around her wrists. She considers giving up… Until fate plays its strangest hand: a twist in time sends a woman from the year 2025 into her body. Now, the palace is no longer just a stage for intrigue, secrets, and the hunger for power. It becomes the heart of a time-warped chaos filled with laughter, tangled identities, and a love no one saw coming. I’m Angelina. And this is my vibrant dream tavern. Welcome.

History of Muslim men and women, of Ottoman Empire

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.