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Transmigrated Into The True Heiress

Eira Kingston, a feared assassin, never imagined that death would lead her to transmigrate into the body of Ephyra Allen, the disgraced first daughter of the once-powerful Allen family. But what shocked her even more was the soft mechanical voice in her mind, addressing her as "master" and informing her that her soul had returned to its original body. Eira dismissed the strange voice, thinking she was having a post-death hallucination. But waking up in a hospital, with memories that weren’t hers flooding back, she was forced to confront the truth. Ephyra’s life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Despite being the legitimate daughter, she was labeled a bastard, shunned by all, and overshadowed by her scheming stepsister, who had stolen the love of her father and her betrothed. To make matters worse, the wealth and status the Allen family enjoyed were all thanks to Ephyra’s late mother, and the only reason she hadn’t been discarded entirely was due to her mother’s inheritance, locked away until she turned eighteen. But Eira wasn’t one to be defeated by circumstances. If she was going to live Ephyra’s life, she would do so on her own terms. She would destroy those who had caused Ephyra pain, claim the inheritance that was rightfully hers, and find out who was behind her own death. Because if there was one thing Eira knew how to do well, it was to survive—and make her enemies pay. However, being a high-schooler with nothing to her name wasn’t enough. As Ephyra, she’s powerless, but as an assassin, she’s lethal. Still, even that wasn't enough until she became the contracted wife of Lyle Aelion—a powerful, enigmatic figure in the business world with a secret illness. And it turns out, the only thing that can relieve him is her scent.

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Entourage

After saying that, she turned toward the path they had taken to get to the dungeon and went back to her room, locking the door.

She resumed what she was doing earlier—finishing logging into the Black Exchange. After that, she started searching for average hacking jobs with high pay.

She could hack, but unlike killing, she wasn't a pro at it. Eira sighed; she really wished the AI hadn't disappeared or that it would appear right at that moment.

Hoping not to mess up, she started going through the jobs.

Eira's mind buzzed as she scanned the list of hacking jobs on the Black Exchange. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, unsure which to choose. Each job promised a hefty payout, but the level of difficulty ranged from average to elite. She wasn't an expert hacker—far from it—but she was resourceful, and the thought of failure made her grit her teeth. This was just another puzzle to solve, a necessary step for survival.