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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.

Reborn As The Duke’s Daughter: Noodle Apocalypse In Another World

The Wandering Hourglass hung over over the bay, its inverted sands swirling like a trapped storm. Selphina's crew crowded on the deck of the Leviathan's Grin, weapons drawn as the massive glass surface splashed and showed a face.

The Clockwork Prophet other body staggered back as his own reflection smirked at him, younger, sharper, with gears polished to a cruel shine.

"Hello, brother," the figure purred, voice echoing across the water. "Did you miss me?"

Back in the clocktower, Evangeline clapped her hands with glee as the prophet's tools floated around her in a lazy orbit.

"Now, little key," the prophet said, distracted by the growing suspicion in his gears that something happened to his other body, "we practice small magics. Like... unboiling an egg?"

Evangeline frowned. Then she pointed at the nursery window where the moon hung fat and full.

After her lessons Evangeline was fetch by the Duchess and they immediately went to find Theo.

Theo's ghost brigade cheered as their eternal night shift vanished until the Duchess stormed in, holding Evangeline and a very singed bedtime storybook.

The moon reappeared, now wearing a tiny nightcap.

Election day chaos gripped the castle.

Sir Bristlesworth had formed a coalition with the sentient suits of armor

"A vote for me is a vote for dignity!"

Dante's hair had braided itself into a literal political web, ensnaring undecided voters.

Lucien, now acting as interim election commissioner, kept aging backward every time someone mentioned "term limits".

The Duke watched from his office as his mustache debated his son's hair on proper grooming rights.

The Duchess handed him a time-locked whiskey.

"Too late. They've already formed a committee."

The other prophet, the Keeper stepped from the hourglass onto the deck of Selphina's ship, his cloak stitched from stolen moments.

"You left me behind," he whispered, oil-black tears cutting tracks down his brass cheeks. "When they unmade her, you ran."

The Clockwork Prophet's gears locked.

The Keeper smiled. "Now I'm the scissors."

Evangeline's mark burned gold across the domain.

The Other Prophet