Beastman Reboot: My Three Disabled Mates

I opened my eyes. The searing pain from the poison still lingered.

"You have both perished in the mortal world, yet your souls were sent here by the Main God. Two identities now lie before you.

"The first is to become a powerful beast woman in this world. The second is to become a saintess. Have you decided who will be the saintess and who will be the beast woman?"

The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority.

We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home.

When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes.

The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation.

"A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said.

After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female could even have multiple mates.

To Lydia, this sounded like the life of an empress.

She shoved me toward the center of the wild beasts, smiling as she watched. "Ella, you've lived in the Miller family in my place for so many years, so you probably can't handle hardship.

"Let these powerful beastmen take good care of you. After all, this is a place where the strong devour the weak."

I ignored her mocking and walked straight toward the three beastmen.

Lydia was right. Strength ruled supreme here.

Later, when we formed our bonds, those three fierce beastmen all transformed into handsome men who cherished and protected me. Meanwhile, Lydia received the power of a beast woman and was assigned three defective males.

Worse still, she and her mates couldn't transform. They could only survive in beast form.

Lydia was consumed with jealousy. She spoke to me with bitter sarcasm.

"Ella, you're so lucky. They're even willing to take human form just to stay by your side. Even though you're so weak, they remain devoted and loyal to you."

I didn't respond, and my eyes remained unreadable. Even when humans were weak, we possessed the power of intelligence.

Using modern knowledge, I taught them how to make fire and guided them in hunting. I led their tribe, the Wildplains tribe, to prosperity.

They truly couldn't do without me. But what Lydia didn't know was how savage they truly were beneath their devotion.

If they were truly loyal, they wouldn't have poisoned me into silence and severed my tendons to prevent me from leaving. They did this all because they worried about which one I'd help become king.

They stripped away my freedom and turned me into their possession. Because I carried the power of reproduction, I became their breeding tool.

In this life, before the Beast God even finished speaking, Lydia rushed to claim the saintess identity. Without hesitation, she chose the three beastmen from my previous life as her mates.

"Are you certain of your choice? Once made, there is no turning back."

The Beast God seemed surprised that she chose the weak saintess without any hesitation.

"I choose this identity. I believe I can lead my tribe to prosperity."

The Beast God sighed and merged Lydia into her new body. As she passed by me, she couldn't help swaying her graceful waist.

I ignored her provocation. When my turn came, the Beast God tapped me lightly. I felt a surging power bloom within my body.

Lydia looked at me with mocking amusement in her eyes. "Ella, this body really suits you perfectly."

Through the reflection in her pupils, I could see I'd become a fierce and savage beast, utterly devoid of beauty.

"Ella, now you have all the strength you need. I'll give you those three useless males.

"This time, the position of Beast Queen and saintess will both be mine."

I knew exactly what she meant.

In our previous life, the three beastmen by her side couldn't transform. Not only that, they all had congenital disabilities.

When a neighboring tribe attacked, they were even bitten to death by other beastmen while trying to protect Lydia. But I knew that such pure devotion was the rarest treasure.

Since I'd been reborn and switched fates with Lydia, I wouldn't let them die tragically. Feeling the surging power in my body, I couldn't help but feel a trace of satisfaction.

Beast Queen and saintess were just prettier names for the weak. If Lydia wanted them so badly, she could have them.

In primitive tribes, strength reigned supreme. In this life, I would become the true queen who ruled over all beastkin.