Synopsis of Koumori's
In a world ruled by the Seven Warlocks, where power dictates fate, a lone child drifts down a river-unaware that he carries the blood of a forsaken lineage. Shirouma Koumori was never meant to survive. Branded as a harbinger of disaster, his parents were slaughtered by the Demon Warlock and the Dragon Warlock before he could even speak. His mother, with her final strength, cast him into the unknown, hoping fate would spare him.
Fate answered in the form of Sith, an Archdemon who had lost everything to the same tyrants. Taking him in, she raised Koumori as her own, hiding his origins from a world that would see him dead. But peace was fleeting. When the Demon Warlock finally caught up with them, Sith was slain before his eyes.
Left alone once more, Koumori's journey begins-not as a hero, but as something far more dangerous. Armed with his blood-bound sword, Mythríl, and a forbidden power that should not exist, he will carve his way through a world of warlocks, monsters, and the abyss of his own fate.
But as revenge consumes him, one question remains-will he rise beyond his cursed bloodline, or will he become the very thing he swore to destroy?
A tale of tragedy, war, and rebirth begins-this is Koumori's.
×Mature×
> She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride.
Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there.
But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans.
Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story.
Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty?
Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.