Welcome to Gashigura-a kingdom of strict tiers, quiet pagodas, and one gigantic secret: the Gold-bloods.
They look human, work ordinary jobs, and complain about customers. But they bleed gold, wield impossible powers, and are the only reason Gashigura hasn't been overrun by the warlords and bandits tearing the outside world apart.
Miyuki, a sharp-tongued 15-year-old refugee, learns this the hard way. Between a prejudiced landlady, market thieves, and a school that's constantly being wrecked by giant centipedes, fitting in is the least of her problems. Especially when her own strange ability-one she can't control-begins to surface.
Then there's her new "friends":
· Prince Kenji, the heir who's secretly the anti-emperor pamphleteer Pojo Mio-and wears a grotesque mask of his own father's face in protest.
· Ren, a detached foreigner who's annoyingly lucky, eerily observant, and always where the chaos is.
· Wei, an Aspirant hiding her own fears about a friend who's changing in dangerous ways.
· Yan, the so-called "Coach"-a smiling manipulator who's decided every Gold-blood his age should be under his thumb.
In Gashigura, the supernatural is mundane, school is a survival course, and rebellion wears the emperor's face. And Miyuki's about to learn that in a city where everyone's hiding something, the most dangerous secret might be her own.
Gold-Blooded. Ordinary. And nothing in between.
×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.