From Prostitute to God of War: Infinite Resurrections and a Killing Frenzy

[The wronged heroine strikes back] [She will never forgive her enemies] After transmigrating into another world as a woman, she thinks she has won the jackpot from the start. Yalina Dresher, the capital's most beautiful woman, a magical prodigy, and a duchess. A husband with power over the court, magic that can summon the wind and rain, and beauty capable of toppling kingdoms: this is a huge win. But her glory lasts only a few days. A false accusation from a scheming junior student turns her husband against her, and overnight she goes from duchess, exalted above everyone, to prisoner. Her elemental heart is cut out, and her magic is destroyed. She is thrown into a brothel and branded with the most humiliating mark. Drugged, violated, and auctioned off like merchandise. Every day, waking means hell, and sleep means nightmares. She thinks this is as low as she can fall. No. The Nords arrive. The coastal wall is breached, and ninety thousand Nord troops pour into the continent of Terra. Cities are slaughtered, peoples wiped out, rivers run red with blood, and the plains are piled with corpses. The once-arrogant duke falls to his knees. The mighty king surrenders. They crawl on the ground like dogs, licking the Nords' boots. The duke who once accused her of sleeping with the Nords truly becomes their lackey, reviled for all eternity. She is killed by the Nords. Then she comes back to life. “Cinderborn template activated successfully.” “Die and explode, explode and be reborn, then keep killing.” Infinite resurrections. Full mana. Status restored. Those who once looked down on her kneel before her, kowtowing and begging for mercy. Those who once hurt her tremble at her feet. One life for a hundred. Again and again. She does not die; her enemies do.