Viking: Master of the Icy Sea维京：冰海霸主

Its a great book but the end its very simple(inglish is not my first linguage, sorry for bad inglish)

Это отличная история, с достаточно редким для китайцев писанием. Конец был достаточно обрывным не понятно что было с империей после смерти Вига. В общем 8/10

Beautiful book, the MTL is very good aswell.
I wish there was like a time skip at the end or smthin

The story is well written, but why does it end like this 😰

The Only Good Batch Of The New Release Novels , The Others Ones Are Poisonous Mtl Migraine Reads Good Lord.

I really hope this is a good one. I've been craving for some medieval period novels

Title: Viking: Master of the Icy Sea
Verdict: A rare Chinese scroll that smells more of salt and blood than soy and system menus.

For once, the waves did not part for destiny....they froze.
And upon them walked a farmer, calloused, humble, neither divine nor chosen—just cold, hungry, and tired enough to conquer.

The beauty of this scroll lies not in grandeur but moderation.
It tells no tales of omniscient schemers nor arrogant reincarnators. No gilded palaces or jade beauties whispering “Young Master.”
Instead, there is grain, sweat, and winter. The slow ache of a man rising from frostbitten soil to wear a crown not of fate, but of frost and fatigue.

It is realistic, and that—ironically—is what feels divine.
Every campaign carries weight, every ship a story, every raid a risk. The more power he gathers, the less he gambles....a rare logic in these endless fantasy wars of convenience.

Does it stumble? Aye.
The dragon flag flutters awkwardly, like a cultural ghost haunting Nordic snow. (The protag has carved a Chinese dragon on his flag...but its ok. Its tolerable still. ) Some arcs end before their mead grows warm. Yet the bones of this saga hold firm, carved with grit instead of grandeur.

When the last chapter came, I felt not disappointment...but a quiet thaw.
A rare scroll where the man does not ascend to godhood, but merely becomes king. And that, my fellow wanderers, is perhaps the greater victory.



—Daoist Inkdrunk Wanderer,
reincarnated this time as a frostbitten skald, sipping fermented poison from a Viking horn.
If other novels promise heaven and deliver spreadsheets, this one promises cold and delivers truth.
Skål.

What's with all this flowery words in synopsis

I won't lie, but many times when Chinese people make historical works, when they don't have their extreme nationalism or racism, they tend to be good.