The Great Storyteller - Chapter 338 - Jenkins, Full of Surprises (3)

In the celestial empire, during the ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven,Chaos reigns across the land, and the people suffer.The royal governance collapses, and western barbarians with their pantheon of gods invade.New warlords arise, claiming territories; the Taiping rebels wreak havoc, leading to widespread misery.Calamities like floods, droughts, earthquakes, sandstorms, tornadoes, acid rain, blood moons, and meteor falls occur in succession.Countless demons roam, strange beings thrive, spirits mingle with the inexplicable, and mysterious phenomena arise.In these dark and tumultuous times, Tao Qian opens his eyes to find himself about to be beheaded at the vegetable market...

Transported to a garbage-filled planet in the interstellar era, Ji You was so poor she was nearly digging the soil to eat, but... the soil was toxic and inedible... With no other choice, she had to lower her standards and pick up trash and sell scrap, such as these beautiful grass seeds that no one wanted. She gathered them and threaded them into beads to sell online.But once she posted them online, someone left a negative review: 'Selling grass seeds? Are you crazy for money?'Days later, this person was pounding the wall in regret: 'I beg you, sell me a grass seed bead, just one! Just one is enough.'Ji You coldly responded: 'Not selling!'And then there's the sparkling stones lying all over the streets that nobody wanted. She picked them up, polished them into bracelets, and sold them online.People lashed out with their words: 'Selling such broken rocks - have you never seen money?'Days later, those same people were crying and wailing: 'I was blind, I was so shortsighted, to overlook such beautiful and pretty stones. I beg you, sell me one.'Ji You spread her hands: 'Gone.'

“Greatness comes after third death”.

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Joanna Anderson, had nothing except the empty title of being the King's mate, making her a foe to everyone in the kingdom.

Losing her mother in infancy, despised by her father and having suffered so much for years, she was pushed down a cliff and left to die.

Kayden Greyson, fifth King of Twipera, was a gentle and loving soul until the day he lost his beloved and everything changed.

With the bitterness of heart and the mysterious death of all kings in their sixth year of reign, bothering him, he is helplessly faced with death.

Can he find out the true cause and save himself or would he fall prey? And what has her survival had to do with his life?

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The wind howled in response as its sweetness, welcomed the body that was thrown into its embrace.

“I have suffered too much all my life to end up like this. I don't want my life to end like a joke. I deserve more than what I got from life. I, Joanna, refused to die.”

Tears rippled through her face as she closed her eyes waiting for the final destination at death’s door. But… it never came.

No one has ever entered the Ancient Forest of No Return and come out alive but this powerless werewolf girl did.

Not only coming back alive but with a system, making her powerful through completing missions.

The last thing on Joanna's mind after returning was having a relationship or anything that has to do with love but the first mission she got changed everything.

[Main mission: Seduce and make your mate hard and say I LOVE YOU]

[Reward: 50 exp]

[Failure: returning to level 1]

Almost pulling out her hair or crying, the mission remained unchanged? She needed to seduce the king either way.

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