“Hello, is this Mr. Chi Ying? This is the Public Security Bureau of District C, Desolate Ancient City of the Empire. Mr. Chi Ying, your cub is missing.
The little one is currently at the district security office. Please come pick him up immediately.”
A cub?
She was only 22 years old.
Where would a cub have come from?!
Chi Ying slammed down the call.
Chi Ying lay on the hard board bed, and in her daze, her nose twitched slightly as she sniffed.
The air wasn’t exactly fresh, but it didn’t have that stench of the apocalypse.
It didn’t smell like the place she used to live.
Where was she?
A sharp pain shot through her head. She pressed her aching, heavy head, and memories that didn’t belong to her suddenly flooded in.
She opened her eyes, completely stunned.
Oh my god, she had transmigrated into a book!
And not just any book—it was the novel she’d stayed up all night reading, Beast World’s Darling, an Interstellar Beast World story with a female-to-male ratio of 1:100,000. She had become the vicious female supporting character.
She was the book’s stupid, wicked, gambling-addicted, extravagant, arrogant and tyrannical, brutal Crown Princess—the Empire’s Eldest Princess, Ye Chiying—who had married five Beast Husbands and taken two Husband Attendants.
After the original owner came of age, disregarding their wishes, she had used her power to bring the five Beast Husbands and two Husband Attendants into the Eastern Palace one after another, then abused them in turn—beating, cursing, and humiliating them.
She had even cruelly killed her First Beast Husband, the Empire’s Chief Justice, the Empire’s only SS-rank Male, the hero renowned throughout the Empire—Qing Yu.
The ones who survived hated her to the core.
While whipping her newly wed Beast Husband, Jin Ye, the original owner was kidnapped by star pirates.
She had escaped on her own in Desolate Ancient City, the most barren and backward city in the Empire. To survive, she not only changed her name, but also washed off her makeup, dyed her originally white hair black, and disguised herself as a male.
She became an Empire’s lost pearl drifting in Desolate Ancient City.
This was when Chi Ying transmigrated over.
After recalling the entire plot, Chi Ying was completely dumbfounded.
Because in the original story, her Beast Husbands gradually turned dark, becoming the terrifying great villains of the Interstellar Beast World whose names struck fear into everyone!
In the end, the villains not only collectively divorced the original owner, but joined hands to kill her!
At this thought, Chi Ying raised a hand to her forehead.
This is a nightmare, ahhhh!
Even transmigrating into some minor cannon fodder would have been fine, but instead she had transmigrated into the body of the super, super, SUPER vicious female supporting character who, single-handedly, created every single villain in this world!
And in the end, she even met her death?!
What kind of hell-level opening is this, ahhhh!
Chi Ying calmed herself down, then slowly got up from the bed and looked around at her living quarters in Desolate Ancient City. This was the free apartment the city had allocated to her.
The apartment wasn’t big, but it was still 80 square meters—a bit larger than the place she’d lived in before transmigrating. It just didn’t have a balcony.
“Light rights must be purchased, sir.” Beside her was a small smart home robot named Xiao De.
As the little robot tidied up the home, it bobbed its head, enunciating each word: “Sir, our home has three windows—that is the full extent of the light rights a D-rank Male like us can possess. If you want more rights, you can either gain more light rights by advancing in rank during Secondary Differentiation in the future, or rent them with Interstellar Credits.”
In this world, resources were allocated according to rank.
The original owner’s fake identity was a D-rank Male, so all she could get was an ordinary house with no right to good lighting.
Chi Ying pulled open the curtains of the master bedroom and saw the window—less than half a square meter, even smaller than the bathroom in her previous life—and let out a soft sigh.
A small window was fine, she supposed. At least there was light.
“There’s no balcony, so how am I supposed to dry the laundry?” Chi Ying asked.
“Sir, what is ‘drying laundry’?” The little robot stuffed all the freshly washed clothes into a machine nearby.
The machine rumbled and vibrated.
Chi Ying understood—in this world, clothes were dried in a dryer.
“Sir, you are a D-rank Male, entitled to 10 degrees of free electricity. Any usage beyond 10 degrees must be paid for, at 2 star coins per degree. Electricity bills are settled weekly. Also, a friendly reminder: you’ve already slightly exceeded your quota today. Please conserve electricity.”
“…You can shut up now.”
The Interstellar era really was different from the apocalypse.
Just then, Chi Ying’s phone rang again.
It was the same number as before. Chi Ying answered.
The voice on the other end was several degrees colder. “Mr. Chi Ying, your cub is still waiting at the station. Come quickly and take your cub home.”
She had transmigrated into the Interstellar Beast World, and she was still running into scammers?
Chi Ying snapped, “You’ve got the wrong person to scam. I’m only 22 years old. I’m not a ‘sir’—I’m a woman! And I don’t have any cub!”
All she did was transmigrate, didn’t she? She knew her own identity perfectly well. The original owner was a hot-tempered princess the same age as her, someone who only knew how to live in luxury and indulge in wealth and pleasure. How could she possibly have a cub?!
“What is a ‘woman’?” The Public Security Bureau officer hesitated, then continued, cold and stern. “In this world, all males have cubs through technology. Even if you’re some kind of… freak, what, you won’t acknowledge the cub you had through technology at the hospital?”
“Under Imperial law, abandoning your own genetic offspring constitutes the crime of abandonment!”
Chi Ying: “…”
It really did sound plausible.
The cost-effective household robot, tidying the clothes on the bed, said mechanically, “Master, the call you answered really did come from the Public Security Bureau. It’s not a scammer.”
It really was the Public Security Bureau?
Even though it felt absurd, Chi Ying took a deep breath and said, “Fine, I’ll come over now.”
She wanted to see just what this mix-up cub business was all about.
Chi Ying arrived at the Public Security Bureau of District C in Desolate Ancient City. She scanned her identity ID and walked in. A security officer named Tang Zhou, wearing a chest badge and carrying a stack of documents, came over.
“Mr. Chi Ying, I’ll bring the little cub over in a moment. Please wait here.”
“Alright,” Chi Ying replied.
Chi Ying sat on an iron chair in the corner of the bureau, examining her identity ID.
It contained a few simple pieces of information—a fake identity ID the original owner, Ye Chiying, had arranged, bearing the exact same name as her own.
Name: Chi Ying
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Rank: D-rank
Attached was a photo with an androgynous look.
…
Amid the crowd of people coming and going, a young, adorably soft little white tiger was hiding. The frightened, nervous little tiger had its ears flattened like an airplane’s, poking its head out and looking around in every direction.
The moment he saw Chi Ying, his ears shot straight up, his fluffy tail swished, and his eyes lit up!
Ah, it’s Mommy!
“Mommy!” The little white tiger leaped out from the side in delighted surprise, jumping right into Chi Ying’s arms.
Startled, Chi Ying scrambled to catch him!
What was this thing? A fluffy ball?!
Chi Ying looked down and saw the fluffy little bundle nuzzling against her.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” The little white tiger rubbed his small head against her.
Acting spoiled while sounding aggrieved, he said, “Mommy, Xiao Bei finally found you.”
Chi Ying lifted the little white tiger up with both hands, holding him in front of her.
The little white tiger was adorably chubby, with a pink, damp little nose and fluffy fur in a milky white shade.
Holding him up, he felt wonderfully fluffy, his fur soft and smooth—irresistibly pettable.
The little white tiger blinked at her cutely, eyes curving with a smile, spreading his little limbs and sweetly saying, “Mommy, hug~”
The little white tiger was so soft and adorable.
Chi Ying had zero resistance to fluffy little creatures. Unable to help herself, she scooped the little white tiger into her arms and stroked his fur.
The little white tiger nuzzled her cheek.
Faced with such an adorable creature, Chi Ying’s voice involuntarily went sweet and high. “Little one, you can talk? Are you a Beastman? Also, I’m not your mommy—did you get the wrong person?”
The little white tiger lifted his head and said adorably, “Mommy, what are you saying? Of course Xiao Bei is a Beastman.”
Chi Ying slipped her cold hands into the tiger’s belly fur to warm them. The little white tiger didn’t mind at all—in fact, he curled himself into a ball to help warm her up.
“Xiao Bei didn’t get the wrong person. Chi Chi is Xiao Bei’s mommy!”
“Mommy, how come after one nap you don’t remember little Bei Bei anymore?”
Chi Ying was astonished. “Little one, you even know my name?”
The little white tiger tilted his head, his chubby ears twitching gently, and said adorably, “Of course I do! Not only do I know Mommy’s name, I also know that Mommy loves scrambled eggs with tomatoes!”