Ines Vermillion: The Crimson Heir

“When the gutter’s sharpest blade dies, Heaven misplaces her soul… and the Underworld hands her a nightmare of a second life.”



She was once just Alley-rat Ines—a shadow-blade who harvested lives faster than a Mario speed-run. Then a job exploded in her face—literally—all the resurrection jades in the world should’ve still left her scattered like incense ash in the wind



but



She drops straight through the void of nothingness, and crash-lands inside a delicate body belonging to no other but Ines Vermillion and Now she’s stuck in the Vast Heavenly Dominion, where:



Ancient bloodlines trade secrets like spirit stones.

Cultivators crack open Maera Gates to bully the heavens.

A living ring fuses to her finger—granting her a pocket dimension and a mouthy spirit beast that calls her “thief-girl” every three breaths.



Bad enough? Not even close.



Rumor whispers of a Vanished Flame-Eye Clan—a lineage whose gaze could incinerate karma itself. Their crest? A purple blaze the gods once sealed in fear.



And looming behind all those polite sect smiles is one shameless sovereign:

The Crimson Demon King.

Uninvited. Unkillable. Unreasonably pretty.

And, for reasons only the lord knows, obsessed with her.



What Ines knows:

1. Survival > face. If she must grovel to live, she’ll do it—then rob you blind for the trouble.

2. The ring chose her. Which means the mystic realm inside is hers to plunder—once she figures out the operating manual.

3. The Demon King keeps showing up. Like a debt collector with dimples. Why?



She didn’t reincarnate for romance or righteous destiny. She came to stay very, very alive.



So why won’t the Demon King get lost—and why does every step bring her closer to the secret of the Flame-Eye blood she never knew she carried?



In a world that worships power, a dead assassin with too many secrets might just burn it all down—if the Demon King doesn’t claim her first.