“ROAR——!!”
A roar more terrifying and filled with more tangible oppressive force than any before erupted like a thunderclap, detonating in the ears of everyone present!
This roar held no pain or madness. Instead, it was replaced by a pure, inviolable majesty of a king!
The very air seemed to tremble and solidify.
The sand and stones across the entire Gray Jaw Ridge shuddered!
Sharp Fang and Dirty Claw, their bodies charging forward, slammed into an invisible wall as if struck by the shockwave. Blood streamed from their seven orifices as they screamed, flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground. After twitching twice, they fell silent.
Dead.
With just one roar, two adult hyena beastmen had been shaken to death!
Everyone was utterly terrified.
And in the next second, a scene that would shatter their souls unfolded before them.
Upon the altar, the snow-white giant tiger slowly raised its right forepaw, thick as a jade pillar.
That paw was enormous; the pad alone was larger than an adult Beastman’s head. The sharp claws retracted within, though not fully extended, still revealed tips as sharp and deadly as obsidian, glinting with a lethal chill.
Lin Shengsheng’s pupils contracted to pinpoints.
She thought she was about to die as well.
Yet, that massive paw, capable of shattering mountain rocks, descended toward her head with an impossibly gentle touch.
It did not strike down.
Instead… it hooked lightly.
The curved, hardened tip of the tiger’s claw precisely caught the edge of the tattered beast-hide beneath her.
Then, with a slight exertion of force.
Lin Shengsheng felt a sudden lightness beneath her as she, along with the beast-hide, was lifted by an irresistible, immense power, tracing a small parabolic arc through the air.
“Ah!”
She let out an involuntary, short gasp of surprise.
The sensation of weightlessness lasted only a second.
The next moment, she landed in a warm, broad, and vibrantly alive… embrace.
No, it wasn’t an embrace.
She found herself sprawled across the tiger’s warm and soft abdomen.
Beneath her was the thick, smooth, snow-white fur that rose and fell gently with each steady breath. The scent that now filled her nostrils was no longer the stench of decay and blood, but an aggressive, clean fragrance mingled with sunlight, wild winds, and the potent pheromones of a supreme alpha male.
All around her, the giant tiger’s massive body curled slightly, its long tail winding around from behind to rest lightly upon her back, encircling her completely within an absolute, impervious domain that allowed no intrusion.
She had been… claimed.
Only after completing this did Yuan slowly lift his noble head. Those cold, golden vertical pupils, like two judgmental suns, swept slowly over the small, filthy vermin gathered below the altar.
There was no anger, no killing intent in that gaze.
Only a pure, bloodline-deep indifference.
And an unquestionable possession.
Mine.
This little thing is mine.
Whoever dares touch it shall die.
“Thud!”
Someone, unable to bear this world-shattering oppressive force any longer, was the first to collapse, their legs giving way as they knelt to the ground.
Then came a second, a third…
Like falling dominoes, every remaining standing Beastman of the Broken Tooth Tribe below the altar fell to their knees in terror, trembling like leaves in an autumn gale, not even daring to draw a loud breath.
The one-eyed old chieftain’s face drained of all color, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
He finally realized that what they had provoked was no “Mountain God” they could casually pray to.
But rather… an ancient king they weren’t even qualified to look up to!
“Run… run away…”
Someone sobbed out the words, voice choked with tears.
That phrase acted like a pardon.
All the hyena beastmen snapped out of their daze, scrambling up from the ground, letting out screams distorted by terror, and fled desperately toward the direction they came from, using every ounce of strength they had.
They wished they had two more legs, just to put more distance between themselves and that white shadow of death.
In the chaos, someone tripped and was immediately trampled by those behind without mercy, not even having time to scream.
Liya was among the fleeing crowd.
She ran faster than anyone else, her pretty face streaked with tears and snot, none of her usual delicate affectations remaining—only the most primal disarray and fear.
But deep within that fear, in the instant she glanced back toward the altar, what flashed in her eyes was a venomous resentment colder than a snake’s.
Lin Shengsheng…
All of this should have been mine!
Just you wait! You just wait!
…
The chaos and clamor came and went quickly.
In just a few dozen seconds, the area around the altar, which had been crowded with beastmen moments before, was now empty, leaving only two cold corpses and a mess of footprints on the ground.
The world fell silent once more.
Lin Shengsheng lay sprawled on the giant tiger’s belly, completely dazed.
She was alive.
Temporarily safe.
That realization finally allowed her nerves, stretched to the breaking point, to relax just a fraction.
Then, an indescribable, utterly absurd feeling washed over her.
Looking down, she could see the soft, thick, snow-white fur beneath her, rising and falling like waves with the giant tiger’s steady breaths.
Looking up, she could see the tiger’s sleek, powerful jawline and its enormous, furry head.
She was being held in a tiger’s arms like a stuffed toy.
What was this?
A top-tier apocalypse doctor transmigrates to the Beast World and starts off by “receiving” a fierce tiger as a body pillow?
The corner of Lin Shengsheng’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
She tried to move, wanting to crawl out of this overly warm “cage.”
But the moment she shifted, the large, furry tail draped over her back tightened slightly.
The pressure wasn’t strong, but it carried an unmistakable air of refusal.
At the same time, a low, clearly displeased grumble came from above her head.
“Grr…”
Lin Shengsheng’s body froze instantly.
Alright.
The body pillow didn’t seem too pleased.
She didn’t dare move again.
She could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the massive body beneath her. If it wanted to, a single roll could flatten her into a thin pancake.
When you’re under someone else’s roof—no, under a tiger’s roof—you have to know your place.
Lin Shengsheng gave up struggling and resignedly settled back down, burying her face in the warm, soft fur.
Hmm… not bad, actually. Quite comfortable.
Soft and warm, with a pleasant scent, like sunshine.
If one ignored its imposing size and the potential danger that could take her life at any moment, this was undoubtedly the most luxurious “mattress” she had ever slept on in both her lifetimes.
Fatigue washed over her once more.
Lin Shengsheng’s eyelids grew heavier, and her consciousness began to drift into a hazy fog.