Death March Kara Hajimaru Isekai

Imas Asmara Sinta, seorang perempuan yang terlahir dari keluarga paling tidak punya, harus berjuang untuk mengangkat derajat keluarganya, serta menemukan sosok pendamping yang tulus mencintainya.

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

Setelah kematiannya, Sun Hao malah berpindah ke dunia lain dan hidup dengan sistem di kepalanya. Anehnya, tidak seperti novel-novel berpindah dimensi yang sering dia baca semasa hidup, tubuh Sun Hao tidak bisa berkultivasi, bahkan setelah dia menyelesaikan semua misi sistem! Namun, semua teknik dasar yang Sun Hao pelajari, juga segala hal yang dia dapatkan dari sistem, tidak sesederhana yang dia kira. Kucing putih yang dipeliharanya adalah Harimau Surgawi. Ayam yang dipeliharanya adalah Phoenix Surgawi. Tanaman yang Sun Hao tanam adalah harta spiritual tingkat tinggi. Ikan yang dipelihara di kolam adalah Naga kuno legendaris. Semua benda yang ada di rumah Sun Hao adalah Artefak Surgawi Tingkat Tinggi. Semua kultivator di dunia ini tunduk padanya. "Ehh … apa aku sekuat itu?”

Kara Zulia. Hidup nya yang awalnya tenang dan damai layaknya hari hari sebelumnya. Menjadi kacau dan terjungkir balik setelah menjebak calon suami sepupunya. Kara berakhir di balik jeruji besi, hingga siapa dirinya dan masa lalu ibunya terkuak. Ender AirJaya. Pria yang terkena jebakan Kara. Berpura pura baik, suka dan perhatian ke Kara, demi menambah kesakitan dalam pembalasan. Akan apa yang telah wanita itu lakukan padanya dan keluarga nya. Hingga Ender melakukan hal yang belum pernah ia lakukan sebelum nya seumur hidupnya. Meniduri Kara, lalu setelah merasa puas bermain main dengan Kara. Ender dengan keji melempar Kara ke dalam jeruji besi. Yang tanpa Ender sadari dan tahu. Kara telah mengandung anaknya. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya?

Kara Martin dijuluki sebagai Miss Perfect. Ia cantik, berkepribadian baik, dan kariernya gemilang. Namun, karena malam itu, kehidupannya berubah total. Ia dituduh berzina, dipecat dari perusahaan, dan ditinggalkan oleh calon suaminya. Laki-laki sombong yang meniduri Kara tidak mau bertanggung jawab. Pria itu bahkan mengancam akan menghabisinya kalau sampai mereka bertemu lagi. Malangnya, Kara malah mengandung bayi kembar dan ia memilih untuk melahirkannya. Empat tahun kemudian, Kara kembali bekerja di sebuah perusahaan besar. Sebagai sekretaris, ia akan sering berhadapan dengan CEO mereka yang terkenal kejam. Kara mengira hal itu bukan masalah, tapi ternyata ... si bos adalah ayah si kembar!

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.

My husband, an Army regimental commander, was killed in action. Before his body was even cold, I didn't hesitate. I filed for his death certificate and notified the Army, the Social Security Administration, and our bank. Then, three days later—on the very day his twin brother married his childhood sweetheart—I moved out, changed the locks, and remarried quietly at the courthouse, taking my son and the full line-of-duty death benefits with me. To everyone else, I was heartless. Cold. I let them curse me. I just looked into my “brother-in-law's” bloodshot eyes and felt a quiet, cruel satisfaction. Only I knew the truth. In my last life, I discovered the body sent home wasn't my husband's at all—it was his identical twin brother's. I ran to confront him, but by chance I overheard him and my mother-in-law whispering. "Mom, Sarah is strong. And we have our son. She'll be okay. The benefits will take care of her. But Amy has waited for my brother all these years. If she finds out he's dead, she might do something drastic." Their words struck me like lightning. I tried to expose them, but my husband knocked me out. He told everyone grief had driven me insane. He locked me in the garage apartment and, with cold detachment, married his sweetheart. And when that woman complained my son was too loud, my husband slipped sleeping pills into our boy's juice—right as my crying child was coming to look for me. My son never woke up. The day they buried him hastily, I ended my life in the garage, utterly broken. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day they delivered my brother-in-law's body to our home.