

In the darkest hour, Jason didn't give up. He worked with Tim, Cindy, and other partners to defend their homeland and deal with crises with courage and an unyielding spirit. Through fire and death, they bore responsibility and answered the call of duty. In the end, they brought forth a new age of peace.

Lucy’s five-year-old son, Joey, was kidnapped and held for ransom after her husband, Arthur, fell for the lies of his childhood best friend, Amy. Joey died in a mudslide while being transported. Arthur not only covered up the truth but also publicly played a humiliating video at the funeral to mock Lucy. Devastated, Lucy filed for divorce and left the country, assuming a new identity as Ycul (Lucy spelled backwards), a top jewelry designer. A year and a half later, Arthur discovered the truth behind Amy’s lies. Realizing that he had gotten his own flesh and blood killed because of a lie, he was consumed by guilt and driven to madness. He pushed Amy into a pit of venomous snakes, where she was fatally bitten, and then traveled the world begging Lucy for forgiveness. In Paris, Lucy coldly rejected him and told him to pay the price for his crimes. Ultimately, Arthur returned to his home country, brutally murdered all his accomplices, and turned himself in to the police. He was sentenced to death and bequeathed his entire estate to Lucy’s charitable foundation, while Lucy embraced a new life as radiant as a sunflower.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.