Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 294

When Xia Qingyi wakes up and finds herself in a hospital without any memories of her past, what else can she do other than to approach the person who had saved her?

At just four years old, Ryosuke Hyuga trains relentlessly in the Hyuga clan courtyard, sweat dripping from his brow and determination burning in his eyes. Once a member of the oppressed branch family, Ryosuke was destined for the curse seal and a lifetime of servitude to the main family. But fate had other plans.Reborn into the world of Naruto, Ryosuke awakened the Byakugan at birth — a feat unheard of even among the Hyuga. With his rapidly advancing eye techniques and innate talent, the clan hails him as a once-in-a-generation prodigy.Hyuga Hiashi, the clan head who temporarily adopted him, watches his progress closely. The moment news arrives of his newborn daughter's birth, Hiashi makes a shocking declaration:“From this day forward, you are the future husband of my daughter, Hinata. You will marry into the Hyuga main family.”No cursed seal. No servitude.Ryosuke will rise — not as a pawn, but as the shadow behind the Hyuga's future.

One day, a silver-haired goddess appeared before him.“Heaven-Defying Star. The one who goes against fate. The sole savior of a world doomed to end—”What the hell is this woman even talking about?“You must be the Regressor.”“… What?”No, I’m not.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.