My Nemesis, the Former Marshal, Is Actually a Soft Omega

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Blurb:

After suffering defeat after defeat, the rebel army entrusts Luo Shiyi with an important mission: infiltrate the Star Alliance Military Academy as a spy.

She plans to pass herself off as an all-purpose support who loves helping people.

Then, on the very first day of school, she accidentally sees her own ending:

She'll be moved by a group of Star Alliance prodigies, willingly serve as their meat shield time and again, and even reveal her identity during the greatest war, persuading the rebels single-handedly and dying to hold back the beast tide.

Only after her death does she learn that it was all a game, concocted by everyone in cahoots with the Alliance Court to put her on trial.

Even more absurdly, the rebels suddenly surrender to the Star Alliance after her death, and she becomes the beloved white moonlight of the entire interstellar community.

Luo Shiyi is left bewildered and stunned. Unable to help herself, she smashes the gene modifier in front of her to pieces, causing it to crash.

"According to your genetic modifications, your current critical hit value is 1,000, stamina 1, defense 1, speed 1..."

Luo Shiyi smiles kindly. "Great. How about a white moonlight with a critical-hit build?"

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To avoid that idiotic future, Luo Shiyi decisively returns to her true self: a tough, ruthless A who reveres strength. She moves into the dorm of the upperclassman who made his name in a single battle, asking him for advice every day.

Her senior, Lu Chenying, is as good-tempered as he is fit. Luo Shiyi gets her wish and advances by leaps and bounds, fighting her way from the training grounds into the final rounds of the Star Alliance's highest-level combat tournament. At the championship, she tosses aside her old title and makes a graceful getaway.

Years later, she becomes the new leader of the rebels and finally comes face-to-face with her former military academy roommate, Lu Chenying, now the Alliance's supreme marshal.

Former allies turned sworn enemies meet, their eyes blazing with hostility.

Luo Shiyi smiles guiltily, but that night she leads her team in a surprise attack without hesitation, punching a hole through his battleship.

She also snatches a soft O with a sweet peach scent for her fleet, and has a delightful night.

The next morning, she wakes with a hangover and hurries off to check the supplies. When she opens the door, she meets a pair of deep-set eyes.

Her usually cool and elegant nemesis is leaning against the door in nothing but a loosely draped coat. His mark is still clear, and the corner of his split lip curls in a careless smile.

"Thank you, Captain Luo, for the permanent mark last night."

The familiar scent of peaches fills the air.

Luo Shiyi's mind explodes. Staring at the signed contract in front of her, she asks blankly, "Marshal Lu?"

He lifts his eyelids and corrects her. "According to the rule that partners must be on the same side, I'm Marshal Lu of the Rebels now."

The Story Is Complete, But I've Found My Feelings Again

Shen Fenghe was once the strongest sword cultivator in the world.

With demonic forces running rampant, she removed her threads of affection and abandoned her betrothed to cultivate the Ruthless Sword.

When her sect nearly fell, and her beloved senior brother died, she remained unmoved.

Once the demons were finally eradicated, the people who had praised her began calling her heartless and accusing her of betraying the Dao.

Shen Fenghe had no comment.

Until one day, she caught a little demon bold enough to sneak into the back mountain.

The little demon begged for mercy and offered her a storybook, claiming it was an old possession of hers.

Shen Fenghe found this amusing. She opened it, only to see the familiar handwriting of someone from her past on the first page.

On the second page, neatly tucked inside, was the thread of affection she'd discarded long ago.

The little demon explained, "A few years ago, I ran into a monster in the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave. He saved me and told me to give this to you, but not to tell you where it came from..."

"Where?"

"The Ten Thousand Demons' Cave."

Holding the thread of affection, Shen Fenghe felt a dull ache in her heart. Through the haze, she recalled a graceful, upright figure.

Back then, demonic energy had swallowed an entire village. She clutched her grandmother's corpse, gripping a short sword with all her might.

The man lifted the tattered straw mat, and snowy light instantly illuminated his gentle features.

Their eyes met. He traded his beloved sword for the stiff body in her arms, then gently wiped the grime and blood from her cheek.

"Don't be afraid. I'm from Qingyang Sect. Come back to the sect with me and be my junior sister."

Several people poked their heads out from behind him.

"Senior Brother is right! From now on, we'll fight evil together and make sure those demons never dare cause trouble again."

That was the very beginning of the story.

The ending, though, was that the person who carried her out of the demon cave never came back. Neither did anyone who had fought demons alongside her.

All that remained was a nameless storybook, with a few cold, conclusive lines.

"Senior Brother Ling Chenyu sacrificed himself to the formation. Junior Sister died in battle at Qingxin Valley..."

"Only the sword-obsessed Second Senior Sister remained. She went mad during cultivation and died by the roadside."

From that day on, Qingyang Sect lost a Second Senior Sister, while the martial world gained a deranged talisman master who claimed she would reopen the Demon Gate.

Everyone wanted her dead.

Holding the thread of affection, she went into the demon realm and retraced the path they'd all walked together.

Fortunately, at an inn on the edge of the wilderness, she finally caught the "monster" who had followed her all that way.

The monster turned and ran.

He put so much force into it that Shen Fenghe easily tore off his dry, brittle arm.

The monster had no choice but to turn around and reclaim it.

But Shen Fenghe held him back and smiled calmly. "Senior Brother, let's write a new ending.

"When we were children, you used to make up endings I liked to hear whenever you put me to sleep."

"Now it's my turn to make one up for you."

Theme: Stay optimistic and positive. Never give up.