Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Chapter 6

Word Count: 683 | Released on: 13/05/2026

d left in Gunner's body worked a miracle. The

na strapped a crude, wove

rested on the hilt of a jagged bone knife at his waist.

wn the dirt path leading to

ssing a basin of dirty water into th

head. It was like she was watchi

r females walking by. She pointed at Kiana a

"The wicked bitch didn't whip him to deat

"She's probably dragging him into the forest to feed him

ds carried clearly throu

urned white. His vertical pupils narrowed into deadly slits. H

d her head and looked directly a

fit. Just a cold, empty stare. She looked at

ed her mouth shut. It wasn't just the freezing emptiness in Kiana's eyes that terrified them; it was the absolute, unnatural calmness. This was entirely d

word to them. She turned

er, her voice completely bored

rofile. His heart gave

ted a bloody brawl right here in the dirt. This

he tree line and in

sun. The air turned damp, smelling of rotting leaves an

epping slightly in front of Kiana to

phere. Her eyes scanned the un

l, incredibly tough-lookin

ife from her belt, and slashed down

scanning the trees. "What

ols," Kian

ded the tough grass with practiced, mechanical precision. I

le of grass had been transformed i

ed her hands

m didn't just know how to cook. She held survival knowl

finished net to G

The grass fibers groaned, but the knots he

r the first time since she had arrived in this wor

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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.”