Stepmother: I Am Asked To Give A Kidney To My Half-Brother - Chapter 428 - Taking by Storm

A lonely soul, which was placed under the care of the Lord Protector’s Manor, ended up having her lover stolen by the family’s eldest daughter and dying tragically the day before her wedding.

Somehow, she was reborn in the family as their 14-year-old first wife’s daughter, Ning Xueyan, with a startlingly familiar face.

Step by step, she will ruthlessly scheme to seek revenge as well as uncover the mystery of her tragic death.

Her former fiancee, the flirty crown prince and the bloodthirsty prince, will now bear witness to a vengeful Ning Xueyan becoming the peerless lady of her generation…

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Yet again, Earthlings were summoned.A dying Time God, already half-corrupted, descended upon Earth with nothing but a single, blinking eye. No body. No mercy. Before he could explain why the other world was collapsing—or what happened—he died.The chosen were cursed.Each Earthling aged from 12 to 60 was reincarnated into another world.Each was trapped in an isolated time loop.Each was abandoned without answers.Ganesh chose to reincarnate as the weakest race imaginable: a slime.Not for survival—but because the system offered him a trait, very powerful:Eternal Mastery [Mythic].With every death, his body reset.With every loop, his masteries, learned techniques, and pain carried over.He awakened in a slime farm, where slimes were bred like cattle, harvested for food, and burned alive for amusement. He learned quickly.He died quickly.Again.And again.And again.Across loops, Ganesh experimented with his own existence—Fire Slime {Uncommon}. Water Slime {Uncommon}. Acid Slime {Uncommon}.Elemental Slime {Rare+}. Spirit Slime {Legendary}.Dragon Slime {Mythic}.Even Primordial Slime {Divine}.But strength revealed truth.Humans had erased their own history using sealed artifacts.Demons were branded as betrayers.Gods fought unholy beings elsewhere—leaving their failures behind.Beneath ruined cities and sealed fortresses, eldritch creatures waited—Rituals granted power along with a curse.Artifacts erased wills.Faith was devoured before it could bloom.And the deeper Ganesh went, the clearer it became:The world had lost hope and was corrupted with Eldritch.Even the sun and moon were taken over by Eldritch.Now, as gods fall, timelines fracture, and ancient wars resurface, Ganesh must decide—Will he save the worldOr will he follow the same path…and become something unholy himself?Dark Fantasy • Time Loop • Eldritch Horror • Progression FantasyDaily UpdatesA dark progression fantasy with time loops and psychological erosion (for readers who enjoyed the despair and repetition of Re:Zero).No one 17 and under admitted is due to gore and dark... And an important note, something happens near the end of Arc 3, this is for those who feel limitless loops have no tension....because he can still loop—but every reset tears his soul apart.The truth behind this wound is revealed near the end of Arc Three. {Read it to find out}

I wrote a book once.It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones.It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners.Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill.Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff.I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth.And then something moved behind me.Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail.My tail?Yellow and black stripes and very, very real.I touched it. Completely real.My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail.What was going on?At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became.This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either.And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp.I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya.Sounds fun, right?Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore.This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality.Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author.But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive.I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant.What's that all about?

“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”