The Transmigrated Author - Chapter 10: Training Grounds

The great journey of an ordinary martial artist.“Once your habit is tainted, you have no choice but to live as a dog forever. Do not turn the wolf inside you into a dog.”

That day, my head was struck by an unknown object, and after I woke up, I realized that I’m able to, through titles, understand a person’s truest side.

On her engagement day, she accidentally had a one night stand with a stranger. Since then, she has been blindfolded and sent to sleep with him from time to time. One day, she found herself pregnant so she went to the hospital for an abortion. However, she was blindfolded on the operating table and sent to him again! Then, she discovered that the stranger was actually her ex-fiancé's uncle she met every day!“It's you!” She was so shocked.“Marry me. I'll deal with those who have bullied you and make them treat you respectfully.” He said.……Later, she asked him with her hands on the belly,“Darling, there is a question. What should our baby call you? Ex-uncle?”He remained silent.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”