When a K-drama-obsessed college student chokes to death on spicy ramyeon during Revenge of the Weak’s explosive finale, she expects her story to end as a meme. Instead, she’s reborn as Lady Evangeline Antoinette Kraevia Evernight, the prophesied youngest daughter of a powerful duke in a world where magic, nobility, and absurdity collide.  
Armed with a glowing birthmark that summons holographic K-pop idols, a knack for hexing her enemies bald, and a talking cat with delusions of grandeur (“Call me Lord Whiskerton, peasant”), Evangeline quickly learns that noble life is just another drama—but with more swords and fewer subtitles.  

Her To-Do List:
1. Survive assassination attempts (toddler princes with marriage contracts are weirdly persistent.)
2. Master her chaotic magic (accidentally turning the archbishop’s robes into ramyeon counts as progress, right?).  
3. Avoid her four overprotective brothers (one’s a sword-wielding mama’s boy, one’s a scheming scholar, one’s a pyromaniac mage, and the youngest just wants a pet swan).  
4. Decode her prophecy (“Child of Moon and Shadow” sounds cool, but why does it involve sentient noodles?).  

But when a mysterious enemy awakens a ramyeon elemental hellbent on seasoning the kingdom into submission, Evangeline must rally her dysfunctional family, her sassy cat, and EX’ ACT’s greatest hits to prove that even a noodle-fueled isekai disaster can rewrite destiny—one spicy misadventure at a time.

Evangeline stood in her crib like a tiny, wrathful emperor, surveying the destruction of her domain. 


Stuffed animals lay decapitated. Rattles had been repurposed as bludgeoning tools. 


Whiskerton approached cautiously, holding out a backup. 


The replacement pacifier melted into a puddle of rubbery goo.  


Somewhere in the castle, the Duke whimpered in his sleep.  


Selphina's ship newly christened The Salty Comeback, cut through the morning mist, its stolen sails billowing. 


The entire Evernight navy blocked their path, with Seraphina standing at the bow of the lead ship, arms crossed.  


"Sister," Seraphina called. "You stole from a baby."  


"Technically, they stole from the baby." She jerked a thumb at her crew. "I just... didn't stop them."  


A chorus of indignant "Hey!" rose from the pirates.  


Evangeline's distant wail carried across the water. The sea itself shuddered.  


Selphina sighed. "Fine. We'll give it back—"  


"After we negotiate better prison conditions!" Lyssa interjected.  


The Duke's office doors burst open as Dante's hair, now grown to Rapunzel-esque lengths cascaded inside, forming the words.  


"WE DEMAND A JACUZZI IN THE WAR ROOM."  


The Duke, nursing a hangover, groaned. 


Lucien hurried in after, clutching a scroll. 


"They've unionized the castle gargoyles."  


As if on cue, a stone gargoyle outside the window held up a tiny sign.


"Living Statues Deserve Lunch Breaks Too."


Back on the deck of The Salty Comeback, Selphina faced off against Seraphina while Evangeline's wails grew louder.  


A chunk of mashed peas hit Selphina square in the forehead.  


There, on the royal ship's deck, stood the Duchess holding a very satisfied-looking Evangeline.  


Selphina wiped peas from her face and sighed. 


"Fine. Truce?" She held out the pacifier.  


The pacifier teleported back into her mouth.  


Chapter 30 - The Pacifier Wars