Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Chapter 4

Word Count: 712 | Released on: 13/05/2026

a thick layer of darkness. Low, muffl

was lying on a hard wooden p

er skin with a rough cloth. A relatively clean

lf-open wooden door, she saw Alfred a

spered. His voice was tight, thick

Whatever her game is," his voice was

and through his fiery red hair. "I don't buy i

d, cutting off the argument. "We have to hunt.

They grabbed their crude bone

ated, heavy look at the half-open door. Th

ded. Kiana threw off the animal

her Viridian energy slowly and methodically repairing her exhausted cells. It was agonizing, but it gave her just enough baseline mobility. Furthermore, her in

ed over to a large clay water vat in the corner of

at her from the stil

ed her cheeks and forehead. Her skin was

l host hadn't just been ug

ecovering Viridian energy into her

er mind, supplying a name: Bone-Rot Powder. It meant she had been secretly poisoned for a lon

the Wilderlands wasn't a punishment for bad behavior. It was a cal

evenge required power. Right n

It was a filthy, chaotic mess of dus

nstincts took over. She c

ldy straw out the door. She stacked th

hard. She pulled out an old, rusted iron pot covered

exactly what she needed to b

carded belongings. At the bottom, she found a few

ions, but the original host had thrown them in

e knelt in the dirt and used coarse sand to scrub

A spark caught the dry grass, and so

oes with a small bone knife. S

unting, this pot of soup was go

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Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Amelia Rivers Fantasy

“A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room. She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland. Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror. Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open. He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts. The situation was a complete death trap. Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts. Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall. Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises. The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled. As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl. She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man. "Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you." With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.”