How the Zergs were Made - Chapter 789 - 790 Ascension Mission (Part 1)

When she reborn, she finally understood; men can never be relied on.
That being the case, she can only rely on herself to win, that
splendid brilliance she yearned for, in this lifetime.

To my scheming Stepmother and ruthless sister, I will
destroy all your backings, pull off your wings, and step on your
arrogance! As for Grandmother whom speaks kindly but has a snake-like heart,
and a father who is hypocritical and exploits advantages; I will tear
off your pretense and cut off your hope! Let’s see how you can still
scheme against me!

Witness her splendid fight against her stepmother, punish scum men,
and create havoc in the imperial court, as she soars with the wind and
rises above the water!

But as for that man who still stands! How dare he play with my heart?

- Description from Novelupdates

The Baron’s daughter, Alessandra Barrett, has worn a mask from a young age due to an injury. Many say if you were to see the face behind the mask, you would be cursed and die soon afterward. She is seen as a ghost, avoided by all who visit the baron’s home until she becomes the Duke’s wife.

No one could understand why the Duke would pick such a wife. Did he wish to die?

What would become of the girl who once hid in the shadows but now had the spotlight on her as the Duke’s masked wife?

What would everyone say if they were to learn the truth that she was in a contracted marriage with the Duke?

In the post-apocalyptic age, men were damned.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.