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When I Transmigrated, I Became Genarel’s Omen Bride

In a 1970s village where love is a literal death sentence, an "Omen Bride" must fake a life with a cold-blooded soldier—praying his lack of heart will keep them both alive. Lin Yue wakes up nauseous, her lungs burning with the dry, dusty air of a stranger’s 1970s body. By sunset, the man who just confessed his love to her is dead. It wasn’t heartbreak. It wasn’t a coincidence. It was an "accident" everyone saw coming—except for the victim. In this village, affection is a poison. Any man who falls for Lin Yue dies within thirty days. The deeper the feeling, the faster the blood stops pumping. The villagers call her the Omen Bride. Mothers lock their sons away when she passes, and the gossip in the dirt alleys has a sharper edge than any butcher’s knife. Lin Yue doesn't have time to cry over graves. She only has time to survive. Her only shield? Gu Chen. A cold, disciplined soldier with a soul made of iron and zero interest in romance. He doesn't linger. He doesn't stare. He doesn't look at her with that soft, doomed glow in his eyes. To Lin Yue, his emotional distance isn't a flaw—it’s her armor. She clings to him, not out of desire, but out of desperation. She starts a fake marriage rumor, weaponizing his coldness to keep the "accidents" at bay. Until the shield starts to crack. Gu Chen begins doing things that look dangerously like care. Standing too close in the rain. Blocking the village's venom with his own body. Saying her name like it actually matters. And then, the accidents start circling him. Lin Yue knows the pattern. She’s seen the countdown before. To save him, she has to be the villain. She must lie harder, act crueler, and push him into the frost. But Gu Chen isn’t stupid. He sees the pattern. He knows the lethal rule. And he stays anyway. Because this time, love isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a tactical decision. A countdown they both can hear. And if loving her means dying? Gu Chen is a soldier—he’s already chosen his hill to die on.
ChoiSylvesterJung · 619 Views

Seven Mandates of Silence

The world of Atherion is held together by oaths older than kingdoms and stronger than blood. For centuries, these oaths have been renewed in silence, not because rulers believed in them, but because the world itself demanded obedience. Power did not belong to kings or armies, but to mandates, roles bound by ancient agreements that kept balance intact. Until one of those oaths was broken. In full view of the world, a governor refuses to renew the Pact of Continuance. His death is immediate, violent, and unmistakable. The sky recoils. The land responds. And something long buried beneath ice and history begins to stir. What follows is not a simple struggle for power. As legitimacy collapses, the Crownbearers lose their authority. The Gilded Compact tightens its grip, starving cities without drawing a blade. The Veiled Synod fractures under the weight of truths it was never meant to reveal. Along the frozen frontier, the Frostwardens face signs that the world’s oldest silence is awakening. There is no chosen hero. Only witnesses, decision makers, and survivors. Each faction acts according to its role, not its morality. Every choice carries consequence. Every truth uncovered demands a price. And as the past resurfaces, it becomes clear that humanity never ruled this world by right, only by permission. Now that permission is being questioned. Seven Mandates of Silence is a dark political fantasy about power without righteousness, order without mercy, and a world that remembers every broken promise. It is a story where authority is fragile, truth is dangerous, and survival depends not on strength, but on what one is willing to sacrifice when the oaths that shaped reality begin to fail.
Anuman · 8.6k Views