Chapter 2 — One Is About to Die, One Is About to Cheat?
Ziye stood bare-chested, his hair falling loosely over his broad pectoral muscles.
Eight firm abs rose and fell with every breath.
The only thing on his body was an animal-skin skirt at his waist, covering everything else.
Blood still stained his face and body. He was the perfect picture of a handsome, tragic, broken man.
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Ziye closed his deep brown eyes in resignation. As Luoluo’s first beast-husband, he had been tortured for five whole years. He was used to days worse than death—dying had long become a luxury he wasn’t allowed.
He had begged her countless times to spare him, even begged her to kill him.
But she only twisted her ugly face into a grin and said:
“Want to die? Dream on!”
Now, ironically, the opportunity he longed for had finally arrived.
Ziye, who no longer cared about living, was ready to embrace death—
But suddenly, two little cubs rushed into his arms, shrinking their necks in fear, big round eyes full of terror and despair.
“Afather, I’m scared…” one cub trembled.
“Afather, hurry, run!” the other cub frowned, terrified but still spreading his tiny arms to shield Ziye, trying to block the cat-tribe warriors’ deadly attacks with his small body.
Ziye’s eyes flew open.
He shot up to his feet and shielded both cubs behind him.
But instead of the pain he expected, a sharp female shout rang out.
“Stop!”
With a cry, Luoluo flashed forward, and several cat-tribe warriors were knocked back as if shot, limbs flailing, crashing to the ground.
The warriors, ignoring their own cracking pain, immediately knelt and begged for mercy.
“Princess, forgive us! Spare our lives!”
Even though Luoluo wasn’t hurt at all, they still believed they deserved death.
They had failed to protect their princess—
they had allowed low-born cubs to bite her.
Luoluo looked at her hand. She had only been startled; a cub’s bite wasn’t even that painful.
She bounced happily on the spot:
[System, system! Look! I’m amazing! I knocked out so many warriors at once!]
The system rolled its eyes:
[You’re a fourth-rank beastman. What exactly is there to be proud of?
The strongest beastmen can reach rank ten.
These cat-tribe warriors start at rank five at minimum.
They were going easy on you—you really think it was your strength?]
Luoluo twitched her lips. From the system’s gritted-teeth tone, she felt like the next sentence would be calling her an idiot.
She retorted:
[Rank four—so what? It’s still better than rank zero!]
Suddenly, the system flashed a yellow warning:
[Bad news, Host!
Your beast-husbands Chiyao and Xiaozhan are on Wild Island.
Chiyao is losing control and about to die.
Xiaozhan is on the verge of cheating.
Oh, and a reminder—Ziye’s favorability is currently –300.]
Luoluo immediately panicked.
[Huh?? One’s about to die and the other is about to cheat?!]
And Ziye’s favorability was negative?
She had thought the worst he’d have was a zero.
What… what kind of disaster was this?
“A-Luo, are you alright?”
A tall, muscular female rushed over.
Luoluo’s eyes lit up with joy.
“A-mother, I’m fine!”
Lili lifted Luoluo by one hand and inspected her up and down before setting her down again.
“As long as you’re not hurt.”
Then she looked toward the kneeling cat-warriors.
“Did you eat dung? You can’t even protect the princess?!”
She then kicked Ziye and the two cubs, sending them rolling.
“What unlucky trash. Throw them onto Wild Island.”
Wild Island was ownerless land—paradise for bad beasts, hell for good ones.
There, fists ruled; the beast laws meant nothing.
Ziye was a sixth-rank beastman, but even he wouldn’t survive long there—
not while dragging two little burdens with him.
Ziye let out a cold snort, his scarlet eyes filled with killing intent.
Ding!
The system chimed cheerfully.
[Congratulations, Host. Ziye’s favorability has changed.]
Luoluo perked up.
[Oh? Changed by how much?]
Was Ziye a masochist who actually liked Wild Island?
[Ziye favorability: –350.]
Luoluo clutched her head.
[THIS is what you call a change?!]
The system replied righteously:
[–300 and –350 are different.]
[And this is worth congratulating?!]
[…Cough. That’s just my default notification sound. I forgot to change it.]
“Take them away!” Lili ordered.
Ziye and the cubs were immediately lifted by several beastmen.
“Wait!” Luoluo hurriedly clung to her mother’s arm, acting spoiled.
“A-mother, they’re my beast-husband and cubs!”
Lili stroked her chubby head.
“A-Luo, don’t worry. If we send this one away, A-mother will find you a few stronger beast-husbands.
The northern tribe has a tenth-rank male—very strong and very skilled. He can definitely help you bear a female cub.”
Lili knew her daughter loved handsome and powerful beast-husbands, and loved mating even more.
Thinking Luoluo feared losing her only beast-husband, she immediately planned out her future mating life.
Luoluo twisted her body and whimpered:
“A-mother, I don’t want some tenth-rank beastman.
I want Ziye.
I… I love him.
I love him desperately.”
She had never said such cheesy lines before—neither in the beast world nor in China.
In China she was just a low-level office worker, had dated a few lukewarm boyfriends, but never said anything as cringey as that.
Here, she was the noble Princess Luoluo. She didn’t need flirting skills; males swarmed to her like tides.
If she hadn’t been picky about her beast-husbands’ looks, the entire cat-tribe could’ve been her personal harem.
The beasts below the stage were stunned.
“The princess… what did she say?”
“She said she’s desperately in love with Ziye!”
As they savored the sentence, someone suddenly gasped:
“No wonder!”
“Huh?? What do you mean? Tell us!”
Beastmen gathered in excitement.
“Think about it! The princess sold eleven beast-husbands, but only now is she selling Ziye—and she’s already trying to buy him back!
If that’s not desperate love, then what is?”
Everyone nodded.
“Didn’t expect our Princess Luoluo to be such a sentimental female.”
In the beast world, females practiced polyandry.
Three to five beast-husbands were the norm; some had over a hundred—not counting countless one-night flings.
In such a system, it was naturally assumed that females didn’t need to invest feelings.
Mating itself was their gift to males.
Thus, males had to fight and compete desperately just to have a child, coaxing females daily—turning life into a chaotic harem battleground.
Lili frowned at first, but seeing her daughter pleading and acting cute…
Her heart softened instantly.
“Fine, fine, fine—A-mother will listen to you.”
Her daughter was unbearably adorable when acting spoiled.
Lili lifted Luoluo’s big head and licked her repeatedly.
Luoluo ended up covered in saliva.
“A-mother, I’m grown up! You can’t do that anymore!”
“What do you mean ‘grown up’? You’ll always be A-mother’s little cub.”
Fat and wobbly, hideously ugly—Luoluo was, in Lili’s eyes, the cutest, prettiest child in the world.
Lili turned to Ziye, and all tenderness vanished.
“I’ll spare your life—for now.”
Ziye glared coldly back without a word, not even thanking her.
Lili frowned.
“A male should act like a male!
Serve my daughter well and take proper care of the cubs!
You haven’t even given our family a female cub—what are you so proud of?”
Still daring to glare? He must be tired of living.
Ziye dragged himself up and spat blood—Lili was an eighth-rank beastman; one kick nearly killed him. The two cubs were already unconscious.
“A-Cang, A-Jin, what’s wrong?” Ziye called them repeatedly, but neither responded.
Luoluo panicked.
“Oh no—quick! Call a shaman doctor!”
