Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns

Chapter 3

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he heavy deadbolt. Her back hit the cold metal, and s

jerked her head to the side and coughed violently, spi

er internal organs. Her vision doubled. Ev

ose in, a sharp, synthetic chime

er mind. "Suitable host detected. O

. She looked around the empty, d

ographic panel suddenly projected

the screen before locking on

ut emotion. "Vital signs critically failing. Biolog

pulsed in the center of the panel: [R

of suffocating despair mixed with

riginal world," the system continued, "t

ng lip, using the sharp pain to ground hers

he affection levels of your four genetic partners. Each point of affection gained yi

s bar. Next to Hjalmar and Braden's names, a gla

omach

r no choice. Without a second of hesitation, sh

e slightly more upbeat. "Distributing Novice Sur

lm. She looked down to see a small glass via

ork, tilted her head back, and swallowed th

swallowed a lit match. A violent, burning agony ripped thr

y coolness began to spread through her veins

her chest lifted. She t

rawled over to a shattered mirr

purple, weeping sores on her

up, forming thin, hard scabs. She was still hideou

exhale. The tight knot of pani

temporarily suppressed. Host must take imm

the demand, her stomach let

it made her dizzy. This massive, depl

amping stomach. Her eyes locked onto a dust-cover

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Xing Bao Romance

“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.”