I Woke Up As An Old Hag, And Two Hot Beasts Think I'm Crazy
What’s worse than the apocalypse? Waking up as a 68-year-old grandmother, getting rejected by your beast husbands, and realizing you’re stuck in an infinite cosmic loop.
Meet Skylar Reeves: a woman who expected a quiet Tuesday, only to wake up with sagging skin, brittle white hair, and a system dashboard informing her that her beauty rating is a tragic 12/100 and her survival probability is 0.7%.
Oh, and the world is ending in exactly 72 hours.
To reverse her physical age, Skylar is handed a ridiculous main quest: Claim two unwanted, defective beasts. Enter Corin Wells—a gentle healer who looks like a rain-drenched puppy and stutters at the word "husband"—and Zane Corvid, an ice-cold Void Beast whose starting affinity for her is a deeply insulting -20.
As the Beast Mutation Apocalypse shatters the skies and monsters flood the ruins, Skylar uses her razor-sharp wit, future knowledge, and a cheat-code ability called Probability Sight to boss her way through the end of the world. Every time her fierce, chaotic energy forces her grumpy husbands' affinity levels up, she sheds a decade of wrinkles, bouncing from a sarcastic old hag back to her stunning, lethal self.
But as the blood beasts fall and the mysteries deepen, a terrifying truth begins to surface: Skylar didn't just stumble into the future. She’s lived this nightmare before. And while her memory was wiped clean by the system's ruthless reset, her two beastly "husbands" remember everything.
Can a foul-mouthed heroine cheat death, tame two ancient beast kings, and beat a cosmic countdown before time runs out? Or is the ultimate plot twist waiting for her back in her own bed?
Can you truly escape a destiny you’ve already failed once before—or are you just doomed to fall in love with the monsters who remember you?
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Chapter: Chapter 42: Awaiting ReunionSomewhere beyond the reach of any ordinary morning, in a place that existed outside the timeline Skylar now slept peacefully within, two figures stood amid the quiet ruins of a city that had, against seven previous failures, finally learned how to survive.The golden light of the anchor still lingered faintly in the air between them — fading now, but not yet gone, a soft, stubborn shimmer neither of them could quite bring themselves to stop watching."She's gone," Corin said quietly, staring at the place where Skylar had dissolved through both their hands hours ago. His voice was hollow, though something beneath the grief refused to fully collapse. "Actually gone.""For now," Zane said, though even he heard how thin the words sounded, stretched taut over an ache neither of them had any practice carrying.They stood in silence for a long moment, the rebuilding camp murmuring quietly behind them, survivors going about the fragile, hopeful business of learning how to live in a world that
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 41: Where Are My Hottie Hubbies"It was probably just a dream," he said again, softer this time, clearly worried by how long she'd gone quiet.Skylar looked at him — really looked, past the sleep-mussed hair and the coffee-stained shirt and the achingly familiar concern in his eyes — and felt something in her chest settle, slowly, into a strange, aching mixture of grief and gratitude she didn't fully understand yet."Maybe," she said quietly, though some stubborn part of her refused to fully believe it.He squeezed her hand once, gently, then flopped backward onto the mattress with the boneless ease of someone who'd never once fought a monster, never once held back an apocalypse, never once had to choose, out loud, with absolute certainty, to keep someone despite impossible odds.Skylar watched him settle, watched the familiar, comfortable weight of him sink into the mattress beside her, his stomach — soft, unbothered, entirely un-chiseled by any of the desperate battles she could feel slipping further from memory w
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 40: The Weight of an Ordinary MorningSunlight.Not violet-tinged, not filtered through cracked glass or crystalline growth — just ordinary, warm, golden sunlight, falling across a ceiling Skylar's eyes took several long seconds to focus on.She lay still, breathing slowly, waiting for the ache in her joints, the creak in her knees, the familiar weight of exhaustion that had defined every waking moment for the past nine days.None of it came.Her body felt light. Young. Unburdened in a way that took her a full, disoriented minute to understand, because she'd grown so used to fighting for every ounce of ease she'd earned back that its sudden, effortless presence felt almost wrong.The ceiling above her was smooth, painted a soft off-white, a water stain in the corner she recognized with a small, distant jolt — she'd meant to get that fixed months ago and never had."...Months ago," she murmured aloud, testing the words, uncertain why they felt significant.She sat up slowly, sheets pooling around her, and found herself in
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 39: The Space Between One Heartbeat and the NextThe peace lasted exactly one night.Skylar woke before dawn to a strange, tugging sensation behind her ribs — not painful, exactly, but insistent, like something patient had finally run out of patience. She sat up slowly in the makeshift shelter, Zane and Corin both still asleep on either side of her, and pressed a hand against her own chest, trying to understand what she was feeling.[System: Anomaly detected.]The words appeared faint, almost hesitant, nothing like the system's usual clipped efficiency."What kind of anomaly," Skylar whispered, careful not to wake either of them yet, some old instinct telling her this wasn't something to panic about loudly until she understood it better.[System: The anchor suspended forced departure from this timeline's cycle loop. It did not address the original temporal displacement itself.]"I don't understand what that means."[System: You were extracted from a separate point of origin entirely — not from within this cycle's history, but from o
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 38: You're LateThe light hovering at the edge of camp wasn't subtle. It hung suspended above the tree line, golden rather than violet, and across its glowing surface, letters formed and reformed in slow, deliberate strokes — her name, over and over, like something patient and inevitable writing its own countdown."That's not the system's usual style," Skylar said, staring up at it. "The system doesn't do dramatic sky-writing."[System: Confirmed. This is not my doing.]"Then whose is it?"The light pulsed once, and a figure stepped out from within it — not the Herald, not Ashen, but someone new, translucent and shifting, wearing a face that flickered between versions Skylar half-recognized from the vision she'd seen at the Nexus. Cycle Three's Host, maybe. Or Cycle Six's. It was impossible to tell which, and somehow that felt like the point."The anchor is failing," the figure said, voice layered, several voices speaking at once in imperfect unison. "We have all tried to hold on. None of us succeede
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 37: Fourteen Hours and an Argument Neither of Them Wanted to Have"Fourteen hours," Skylar said, staring at the number like it might reconsider if she glared hard enough. "It was ten days last night. What happened?"[System: Anchor destabilization detected. Origin: unclear.]"Unclear. Wonderful. My favorite word from you, right up there with 'unknown' and 'insufficient data.'"Zane was already on his feet, shadows sharp and restless with barely leashed panic. "Something caused this. Anchors don't just destabilize on their own.""Could it be the Consortium?" Corin asked, urgency cutting through his usual gentleness. "If Desmond found out about the anchor theory somehow—"[System: No external interference detected. Destabilization originates from within the bond itself.]The chamber — or rather, the small, salvaged tent that had become their makeshift shelter over the past five days — went very quiet."From within the bond," Skylar repeated slowly. "You mean one of us did something wrong."[System: Not wrong, precisely. Anchor strength requires balanc
Última actualización: 2026-10-12
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