Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns
Charity woke up in a hellish, acid-rain-soaked slum, trapped inside a bloated body covered in festering, toxic sores. She was the exiled Grand Princess of the Empire.
But the real nightmare wasn't her ruined body. It was the fact that the original owner had used her royal authority to force genetic marriage contracts onto four top-tier, powerful men.
Now, she was bound to them, and they absolutely loathed her.
Hjalmar, chained to a bed in her filthy room, smiled like a feral beast and promised to rip her head off the second his chains snapped.
Braden, a ruthless military officer, saved her from a mutated rat only to look at her with pure disgust.
"If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't dirty my patrol sector."
Even the locals mocked her fallen status, and a wealthy heiress publicly framed her for stealing a hundred-thousand-coin energy core just to see her rot in a dark cell.
She was universally despised, physically repulsive, and a lethal biological toxin gave her exactly 59 days left to live. How was she supposed to survive this absolute hell when her starting affection with her partners was at negative 100?
Then, a mechanical voice echoed in her skull, activating a survival system. To purge the poison, she had to harvest emotional energy by making these four men fall for her. Charity accepted the mandate, unlocked a top-tier culinary skill, and grabbed a rusted meat cleaver to start her counterattack.
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Chapter 8
The blaring alarm continued to pulse, vibrating in Charity's teeth. The captain of the security detail stepped forward, his hand resting aggressively on his stun baton.
"Hand over the stolen merchandise. Now," he barked.
Alys clutched her chest, putting on a masterful display of shock and pity. "Charity, I know you were exiled, but how could you sink so low? Stealing an A-class energy core worth a hundred thousand star coins!"
The crowd gasped collectively. A hundred thousand star coins was a lifetime of wages for a lower-sector worker. The whispers instantly turned into vicious, hateful curses directed at Charity.
Charity ignored the noise. She calmly reached her hand into the deep pocket of her cloak. Her fingers brushed against a cold, multi-faceted metal object.
She pulled it out and opened her palm. The A-class energy core gleamed under the red emergency lights.
The security guards instantly tensed, stepping closer.
Walter, standing safely behind Alys, pointed a shaking finger. "Captain, she's caught red-handed! Arrest her and throw her in the security bureau!"
Alys's eyes gleamed with malicious joy. She was already picturing Charity rotting in a dark, damp cell.
But Charity didn't panic. She didn't cry or beg for mercy. She simply raised the energy core high into the air, letting the light catch its surface.
"You're accusing me of stealing this A-class core?" Charity's voice was crisp, cutting through the chaos of the crowd with chilling clarity.
She locked eyes with the security captain. "Tell me, Captain. I am a publicly known, F-class spiritual waste. I have zero neural energy. This core requires an A-class energy signature just to activate. What exactly am I going to do with it? Use it as a very expensive night light?"
The crowd went dead silent. A few people exchanged uncertain glances. The logic was flawless. It made absolutely no sense for a powerless exile to steal an item she physically couldn't use.
Alys's face tightened. "Who knows!" she shot back quickly. "Maybe you were going to sell it on the black market for cash!"
Charity let out a short, cold laugh. Her eyes pinned Alys to the spot. "The black market? This core has the Schultz family corporate manufacturing stamp laser-etched right into the casing. What black market dealer is suicidal enough to fence a registered, traceable core from a major matriarch's conglomerate?"
Alys opened her mouth, but no words came out. Panic flickered in her eyes.
Charity didn't give her a second to recover. She pivoted smoothly, her gaze snapping to Walter, who had suddenly gone very pale.
"When I walked past the display case, you were the only person who bumped into me," Charity stated, her voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory calm.
"Y-you're lying!" Walter stammered, taking a step back. "You stole it yourself!"
Charity held the core out toward the captain. "I read on the commercial display that this specific model of A-class core has top-tier anti-theft measures."
She took a step toward Walter. "Captain, doesn't your military-grade portable scanner have the ability to detect the outermost fingerprint on an object? Let's see whose print is covering the casing of this core. Mine... or this employee's."
Walter's knees buckled. He was a low-level worker; he had no idea the high-end merchandise had military-grade anti-theft coatings.
The security captain immediately unclipped a small, black scanner from his belt. Seeing the device, Walter let out a whimper and scrambled backward.
Charity turned her head slowly back to Alys. Her voice was quiet, but every word was a lethal strike. "Alys. You went through all this trouble to frame me. Is it because you're terrified that Captain Braden is starting to look at me differently? Are you that desperate to secure your place beside him?"
Alys's face drained of all color. The perfect, aristocratic mask shattered into a million pieces as her deepest, most pathetic insecurity was dragged into the light.
"You ugly, fat bitch! You're talking nonsense!" Alys shrieked, losing all composure. "Braden would never look at a monster like you!"
But her hysterical, unhinged reaction told the crowd everything they needed to know. The public opinion violently flipped. People began muttering, glaring at Alys, disgusted by the rich girl's vicious setup.
The scanner in the captain's hand let out a sharp beep. He looked at the screen, his jaw hardening.
He looked up and glared at Walter. "Outermost print match confirmed. It belongs to employee Walter."
Walter collapsed onto the floor, sobbing in pure terror.
Charity stood tall amidst the chaos. She looked down at Alys, whose face was a mask of pure horror, and offered her a smile of absolute, chilling contempt.
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9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
8.7
For eighteen years, I lived as the lowest Omega in the Silver Moon Pack, surviving only because Alpha Gideon took me under his wing.
But the moment his coffin was lowered into the ground, his wife and the new Alpha son immediately turned on me.
"Her presence has brought a curse upon us!"
Luna Lyra pointed a trembling finger at me in the freezing rain, blaming me for Gideon's sudden death.
She stripped me of my pack ties and permanently exiled me into the deadly wilderness with nothing but a wooden toy.
The entire pack watched with cold contempt as I was thrown out like garbage.
To make matters worse, the new Alpha later hunted me down in the woods, threatening to kill me just to steal the only thing Gideon had secretly left behind for me—an ancient, unreadable book.
I didn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or what terrifying secret this blank book held that made my own pack want me dead.
But the moment my foot crossed the pack boundary, an ancient, immense power I never knew I had snapped free inside my veins.
I was no longer their weak Omega.
And when I escaped deeper into the forest and crashed straight into the arms of a wounded Rogue, my destiny completely rewrote itself.
Because he wasn't just a Rogue, but the legendary Northern Alpha King.
And as his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine, our inner wolves roared the exact same word:
"Mate!"
9.3
The first sign I was going to die wasn't the blizzard. It wasn't the bone-deep cold. It was the look in my fiancé's eyes when he told me he had given my life's work-our only guarantee of survival-to another woman.
"Kelsi was freezing," he said, as if I were being unreasonable. "You're the expert, you can handle it."
He then took my satellite phone, shoved me into a hastily dug snow pit, and left me to die.
His new girlfriend, Kelsi, appeared, wrapped snugly in my shimmering smart blanket. She smiled as she used my own ice axe to slash my suit, my last layer of protection against the storm.
"Stop being so dramatic," he told me, his voice full of contempt as I lay there freezing to death.
They thought they had taken everything. They thought they had won.
But they didn't know about the secret emergency beacon I had stitched into my sleeve. And with my last ounce of strength, I activated it.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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7.2
I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber.
Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle.
To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl.
Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness.
But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure.
When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral.
He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me.
He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed.
"I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again."
He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me.
I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed.
I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result.
But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded.
The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes.
My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.