**[Beastman Sale Contract]**
S-tier terrestrial beastman, Lucian Greyveil, member of the Jade Scorpion clan, strength level: Tier 3, price: 1,000 Federal Credits.
...
"Tsk, to think that once prestigious S-tier beastmen have been reduced to being displayed on street stalls—and at such a cheap price at that."
"Mara Whitfield is notorious for mistreating males. Poor guys."
"Still, this scorpion-clan male is incredibly handsome. Buying him to warm the bed wouldn't be too bad..."
"Pfft, it’s the Oceanic Era now—what’s the use of being good-looking? Didn’t you see? His strength has already dropped to Tier 3. If he doesn’t start consuming beast crystals, it’s going to fall even further. At that point, he’d really just be a worthless beast. Besides, for an S-tier terrestrial beastman to evolve into an oceanic form? The resources that would require—who could afford that?"
"..."
When Mara Whitfield opened her eyes, she immediately heard these discussions.
Instinctively, her gaze swept over the diverse beastmen around her—some with rabbit ears, others with tiger-like faces, and some entirely transformed into large, ferocious animals, the type that she’d only glimpsed in zoos in her previous life.
Her scalp prickled, and her face turned deathly pale, drained of all blood. She couldn’t help but shiver.
"Clink—"
Accompanied by her tremor, the sound of chains clattering echoed.
Lowering her head, Mara Whitfield realized she was clutching a chain in her hand.
Following the chain to its end, she saw that it was attached to a man.
He knelt on one knee, his upper body bare. His lean but muscular frame was crisscrossed with scars from both new and old whip marks.
Silky black hair cascaded down his back, with a few loose strands falling onto his shoulders—setting off the pale, translucent skin that made him appear both alluring and morbidly fragile. His eyes were slightly lowered, and the dense lashes cast a small, fan-shaped shadow beneath them, concealing whatever thoughts might be churning in his mind.
A chain wrapped around his neck, passing just below his Adam's apple. The silver metal pressed tightly against his long, slender neck, and as he breathed lightly, the faint movement of his Adam's apple caused the chain links to emit soft clinking sounds—delicate, almost teasing, enough to make one's heart tingle.
Yet, despite this disheveled and humbling posture, his temperament remained unblemished. On the contrary, it accentuated his striking and decadent beauty, creating an image of restrained allure that made one want to ravage him with abandon.
Mara Whitfield shuddered. Lucian Greyveil...
She had actually transmigrated—into the interstellar beast-world novel she had stayed up all night finishing.
The heroine's name in the book was Nora Evansdale, a natural-born heartthrob.
The story also featured a malicious supporting character who shared Mara's exact name: she was the foil to the heroine. Her actions were so despicable they could have been sent straight to exile in the northernmost regions. Mara had been so enraged while reading that she had cursed this character out, even muttering in half-drowsiness before falling asleep: **"Living such a privileged life but still so ungrateful... Flirting all over the place is bad enough, but tormenting these handsome beastmen? She’s such a vile person."**
"If I had her talent and those gorgeous beastman husbands, I would definitely..."
But who would have thought that after a single night's sleep, she would wake up to find herself transformed into that cheating, abusive, vile supporting character who tormented her beastmen husbands?
Mara Whitfield's eyes widened in shock as she hurriedly tried to recall the plot.
Before the interstellar world turned into a vast ocean, the original owner of this body had lived like a princess.
She was born into wealth, holding great power, and possessed a rare S-class mental ability. Through the match-making mandates of the master brain, she had secured five top-tier S-class beastmen husbands. Her life had been the peak of glory—abundant and carefree.
But later, the glaciers melted, submerging the planet and turning the world into an endless ocean.
Her five beastmen husbands, who were all terrestrial-type beastmen, struggled even to catch a fish and became entirely useless in this water-drenched world, reduced to "wasted beasts."
The original host had been left without protection when the Age of the Seas dawned. Her head collided with jagged rocks on the ocean floor, causing grievous injury that led to the wilting and decay of her spiritual tree—resulting in the complete loss of her spiritual powers.
In contrast, Nora Evansdale, the female protagonist, had fortune on her side. She had preemptively contracted with five oceanic beast husbands. Although they weren’t S-class, she had seized the perfect timing to indulge in daily seafood feasts and enjoy the highest privileges at the ocean camp.
The original host could only watch as Nora Evansdale's days grew brighter and better. Bitterness and jealousy twisted and tangled around her heart like seaweed.
Soon, she began to obsessively covet Nora Evansdale's beast husbands, scheming to approach, seduce, and steal them by any means possible.
“Mara Whitfield, don’t you like me?”
“I don’t care for your beast husbands. Get rid of them, and I’ll divorce Nora Evansdale to be with you. How does that sound?”
Nora Evansdale’s merman beast husband softly whispered soothing words to the original host. Naively swayed, the host then sold off her beast husbands one by one.
What she didn’t know was that long before the Age of the Seas began, Nora Evansdale had set her sights on those five beast husbands. Over time, she had secretly sent her most alluring merman husband to charm and cater to the original host—strategically enticing her to torment and abuse her beast husbands. Eventually, one by one, they were sold off cheaply, only to fall into Nora Evansdale’s possession.
S-class beast husbands... Their physical appearance aside, their innate talents spoke volumes. Once they evolved into their oceanic forms, they became forces to reckon with in the beast-filled oceanic era.
And ultimately, things went exactly as Nora Evansdale had planned.