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Beauty And The Beast Original

The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.
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[Discontinued] Crown of Ash and Bonds (Original Version)

Seraphina D’Lorien was raised to lead with grace, bound by duty, and destined to carry on her noble house’s legacy. As the Duchess of House D’Lorien and wife to the ambitious Alaric Vessant, she was meant to be a symbol of stability in a crumbling empire. Instead, she was accused of treason, chained at the pyre, and sentenced to burn. The empire turned its back. Her husband watched in silence. Her cousin Evelyne wept in public, but behind her tears was a smile no one else noticed. And only Evelyne knew that Seraphina was carrying a child. That secret died in the fire. Or so they thought. But Seraphina did not stay dead. She awakens in her chambers, unburned, unbound, and alive. Everything around her is exactly as it was, except now, she remembers everything. The lies. The betrayal. The flame. And the child she never got to protect. With no one aware of what truly happened, Seraphina pretends to resume her former life. But she no longer trusts, no longer hopes, and no longer believes justice will come on its own. By day, she smiles at her husband’s side. By night, she stalks the empire’s shadows, gathering secrets, unraveling documents, and finding cracks in the system that tried to erase her. Her quest leads her to Caelan Vorenthal, the Warden General, an enigmatic, masked warrior with no tolerance for corruption and a past as shadowed as her own. What begins as cautious cooperation becomes something deeper, as Seraphina uncovers a conspiracy stretching back years. Her marriage had been arranged not for love, but as a calculated maneuver. Her family’s fall was no accident. It was orchestrated. Her life, her title, even her pain were all used as leverage in a political game she never agreed to play. And now, she is rewriting the rules. Just as she prepares to move against the court, assassins strike. Seraphina survives, but the message is clear. Someone knows she is no longer a pawn. War brews in the corridors of power, and every ally she gains makes her more of a threat. Through ink, blade, and bloodless subterfuge, Seraphina prepares to dismantle the empire that once watched her burn. One forged document, one ruined house, one false oath at a time. The court believes she has been tamed. But Seraphina D’Lorien is no longer theirs to control. She is the flame reborn, and this time she decides who burns.
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ORIGIN BEING: ORIGIN CELL BEING

Origin being were the ones born within the origin of chaos with consciousness strong as the innate consciousness. They have special powers strong enough to stand above the world and reach the chaos. Every origin being becomes the chaos god when they become the chaos being. They are strong enough that the moment they are born they cannot be attacked by the chaos beings or innate beings or void beings. The moment they are born, they wipe out the existence of beings and live instead of the identity of other beings. Any beings other than the innate beings or chaos being will be modified to let them remember him as the person with the identity. The difference is that while the innate beings have power that is enough to affect the chaos gods when they are born the origin beings can affect the authority of chaos. They are strong and each one is born as different individuals. Some are born as the world while others are born as the living beings or items. This story is the story of how the origin cell being came into being and how he lived his life. His first life was born as a human in an ordinary world and he was named Immanuel. He understood that he was an origin being and his self was different. His consciousness was different and he could not understand the world and its beings. He understood his existence and the all existences and non-existences and he understood the world of the chaos gods. Unlike innate beings the origin beings were not based on templates and each origin beings were unique. He tried to learn about the world and lived countless lives. He understood the world and made many friends. He learnt a lot of ideas and he lived through the life. He knew the truth of the world that nothing ever mattered as he was a god and he could live far above all beings and all worlds yet he chose as such as the gods never interacted with each other. He decided to live as a god among mortals as he had not reached the chaos stage. He liked his life and he will try to become a chaos god and become a god. VOL 2: RISE OF A MECHANICAL MADMAN| In the land where gods choose the priests and the gifts of innate beings are many the wars are many. The mechanical scientist finds that he was blessed and he is happy. He decides to rise to the top and become a god as he yearned to become one among the chaos gods.
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