All Chapters of Seven Dark Husbands at the Beast God’s Command: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.It had been five days since Clar crossed into this unfamiliar beast world, and she noticed her weight steadily increasing. To counter this, she decided to take action and began a strict weight loss plan. Her routine included daily aerobic exercises, running five laps around the cave during the day, and in the evenings, practicing yoga on two animal skins for anaerobic exercise.Clar had originally been a second-year English major, living a simple, structured life. Outside of studying and completing assignments, she often worked part-time, and in her free time, she played games or read novels. Growing up with her grandparents

Since she was already here, she might as well make the best of it. She could worry about losing weight later—right now, the priority was figuring out how to survive longer in this world. After finishing her meal, Clar leaned back, one leg crossed over the other in a relaxed pose—though with this body’s size, she could only manage a bold, wide-legged sprawl instead. The afternoon had slipped by without her noticing.The stench inside the cave finally became unbearable. Between the musty air and her own unwashed body, she could no longer ignore it. In the tribe, most beastfolk relieved themselves outside, digging shallow pits and covering them afterward. Only the original “vicious Clar,” too lazy to care, had used a corner of the cave instead.Holding her breath against the odor, Clar used a large wooden slab to scoop up the waste and carry it far from the cave, burying it beneath sand and soil. As she worked, passing beastfolk muttered among themselves.“That vicious female’s up to som

“Grrr… I’m hungry again.”Clar had only just returned to the cave, and she still hadn’t eaten dinner. Beastfolk in this world apparently didn’t eat fish—they thought there were too many bones. Perfect. That just meant more for her.Grinning, Clar gathered some flexible grasses by the river and quickly wove them into a small net pouch. Growing up in the countryside had taught her plenty of basic weaving skills. This was nothing. She fastened the net to a wooden stick, creating a simple fishing scoop, then waded quietly into the water. Before the fish could react, she lifted the net in one swift motion.To her surprise, the fish were abundant and completely unafraid—probably because no one ever hunted them. She easily scooped up several.“Oh no…” She slapped her forehead. Grilled fish without seasoning? Why did every transmigrator in novels get cheat codes? Where was hers?Just then, a patch of purple caught her eye.Perilla leaves.She nearly laughed. “The heavens haven’t abandoned me

“Alex, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. I… I am Clar. I just… came to my senses. Not long ago, the Beast God not only granted me the power of fire, but also taught me many things. He warned me that if I didn’t change, I would be driven out of the tribe.”Clar desperately invoked the Beast God as her shield. Please, mighty Beast God, forgive this wandering soul.Alex let out a faint scoff. “The Beast God? Fine. I hope you mean what you say.”He didn’t press further, but his gaze remained sharp.Clar could feel the tension between them, the weight of his suspicion hanging in the air. It wasn’t just his words, but the subtle ways he watched her, the careful way he moved. He had always been composed, always distant. She couldn’t afford to let him think she was lying or playing tricks. She had to prove she was sincere.“Have you eaten?” Clar asked, trying to ease the tension.“No.”He had climbed out of bed despite the pain and hadn’t eaten—mostly because he feared punishmen

“The fruit grows on the back hill. If you like it, I’ll pick more for you,” Alex said casually.His leg was recovering quickly, and he couldn’t sit idle. He began preparing food for her—something he had once despised doing. In the past, whenever he hunted, Clar would eat not only her portion but his as well. She would even try to force him into mating. If he hadn’t resisted fiercely, she might have succeeded.Now? He did it willingly.He cut the beast meat into small cubes the way she had shown him and began roasting them over the fire.After finishing the fruit, Clar walked over to the stone bed to check on Lucas.She gently wiped away the dried herbal paste from his chest. The claw wounds had tightened; the exposed flesh was no longer visible.Just as she reached for fresh herbs—Lucas opened his eyes.They were sharp, predatory—like blades unsheathed—locked onto her with chilling intensity.“Lu—Lucas, you’re awake. How do you feel? Does it still hurt?”She forced down her fear and