A slender young girl with skin as white as snow appeared out of thin air inside an abandoned thatched cottage.
The young girl possessed picturesque features and beautiful, lively eyes.
She wore a simple short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, and her silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose, wavy curls.
However, a black birthmark marred her palm-sized face, completely ruining her otherwise delicate appearance.
Misha furrowed her brows as she surveyed her surroundings, wondering where she had transmigrated this time.
Was it ancient times or the modern era?
She picked up a strand of her hair to examine it, surprised to find it was silver-white.
Although she always transmigrated in her original body, subtle changes would still occur to adapt to the setting of each new world.
[DING.
Binding system…]
[System bound successfully.]
[Hello, Host Misha.
The system bound this time is the Procreation System.
As long as you bear offspring for high-quality males, you will earn corresponding points and rich rewards.
The higher the quantity and quality of the heirs you give birth to, the greater the point rewards.]
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Misha massaged her throbbing temples, utterly speechless.
She had actually transmigrated to a primitive society this time, and a Beastman World at that.
The men here were called males.
They could transform freely between human and beast forms and were responsible for hunting.
The women were collectively known as little females.
They were incredibly rare and characterized by frail, delicate constitutions, susceptible to dying if even slightly neglected.
With an average lifespan of just over thirty years, their most important life mission was to bear offspring and expand the tribe.
The only perk of this world was that it was a matriarchal society with polyandry.
In this primitive society, ferocious beasts and birds of prey roamed outside.
A single male could not adequately protect a little female, so she needed to form a family with multiple males to ensure her personal safety.
Running into a world setting that crossed such dimensions was truly mind-boggling.
However, as a veteran player of transmigration systems, she quickly accepted the setup.
Having completed so many world missions, she naturally wouldn’t turn down the chance to build a reverse harem this time.
“System, what are the conditions for completing the mission?” she asked.
[As long as the host obtains a Fast-Pass Card from the System Store, the mission will end.]
Misha nodded.
“Open the System Store.”
A virtual interface quickly materialized before her eyes, displaying two roulette wheels.
One cost ten points per spin, while the other cost five hundred points per spin.
The Fast-Pass Card was located on the five-hundred-point wheel.
She glanced up at her current balance: an initial one hundred points.
[The host has received a Newcomer Gift Package: 100 points, one Fertility Pill, and one Multiple Birth Pill.]
Looking at the two solitary pills sitting in her inventory slots, her heart sank.
The benefits were so meager.
[Loading mission plot…]
A surge of memories that did not belong to her frantically swept through her mind, making her so dizzy she had to force herself to adapt.
She quickly sorted out her current situation.
The original owner of the body was also named Misha.
She was a little female from the Dog Clan Tribe, an orphan with neither father nor mother.
Because of her unusual head of white hair and unattractive appearance, she was judged to have low fertility.
Consequently, when the original owner reached adulthood, no male was willing to become her mate.
She was later sent to the tribe’s dark room, becoming a tool for the entire tribe to vent their lust.
Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, the original owner had intended to seek death, but she was saved by Caesar, a male of the Dog Clan.
Caesar didn’t mind her ugly appearance; his attentive care warmed the original owner’s heart, reigniting her hope to live.
Because of this, she trusted Caesar implicitly.
To help him, she even agreed to offer herself as a sacrifice to the Divine Dragon to elevate Caesar’s status within the clan.
Seeing her pitiful state, the Divine Dragon spared her.
Unexpectedly, upon returning to the Dog Clan, she discovered that Caesar had become the new Clan Leader and had mated with Dora, the former Clan Leader’s daughter.
When the original owner confronted Caesar, she learned it had all been a conspiracy.
Because she was the most suitable age, and sacrificing to the Divine Dragon required absolute sincerity without a hint of reluctance, Caesar had orchestrated the entire charade.
It had all been an act.
Reviewing the original owner’s memories caused a fiery rage to rise in Misha’s chest.
She thought that scumbag, that damn scumbag, deserved to die a horrible death.
[World Mission 1: Bear at least one offspring for the mission target, Reya, who faces difficulties having children.]
[World Mission 2: Avenge the original host.]
“Reya, Reya, wait,” a little female’s voice called out.
Reya?
The mission target?
Misha’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly peered out the window.
Not far away stood a yellow-haired male.
He was bare-chested, with only a small animal skin skirt wrapped around his waist to conceal his nether regions.
In the Beast World, a male’s strength was determined by his hair color across seven ranks: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
Reya had yellow hair, making him a third-tier male.
In the relatively weak Dog Clan, his strength was already considered top-tier.
From constantly hunting outdoors, Reya’s skin had turned a deep wheat color.
His deep, amber eyes harbored inscrutable emotions, complementing his sharp brows and stoic features.
He was a cool, aloof puppy.
Not bad, Misha thought.
He was handsome enough to match her.
In her past life, Caesar’s smooth ascension to the Clan Leader’s position was largely due to Reya’s assistance.
Having lost his fertility due to poisoning, Reya remained un-mated by the age of twenty-five.
To avoid being expelled from the tribe, he had no choice but to mate with Dora, the Clan Leader’s daughter.
Caesar was his best brother, and the two had saved each other’s lives multiple times while hunting.
Braving countless dangers and suffering severe injuries, Reya had helped Caesar hunt a tiger, which finally gave Caesar the opportunity to earn the clan’s recognition.
However, hunting that tiger cost Reya his ability to hunt.
In the end, he was ruthlessly abandoned by Caesar and starved to death.
The original owner’s ending was tragic enough, but Misha hadn’t expected Reya’s fate to be even worse.
“Reya, I’m about to reach adulthood.
Are you willing to be my mate?”
A young, immature-looking little female, Dora, stood before Reya.
In stark contrast to her youthful appearance was her bossy, overbearing attitude.
“Reya, you’re already twenty-five and still un-mated.
The males in the clan all say you lack fertility, and no little female in the tribe dares to become your mate.
“My father is the Clan Leader.
As long as you promise to take care of me from now on, I’m willing to accept you as my mate.
Then, no one in the tribe will dare gossip about you anymore.”
Misha paused mid-step as she was heading toward Reya.
“System, Reya has no fertility.”
[Impossible.
The system exclusively selects high-quality males.
There are no such issues.]
She resumed walking.
“Are you serious?” Reya’s voice was cold and clear.
His face showed no trace of joy; he seemed entirely unmoved.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Dora’s eyes lit up.
“Of course.
However, I won’t brand you with a Mate Beast Mark, but I’ll allow you to call yourself my mate in public.”
Misha let out a scoff.
In the Beast World, a Mate Beast Mark could only be branded onto a male through copulation.
This little female’s refusal to leave a mark meant she wouldn’t mate with Reya; she just wanted him for free labor.
Her behavior was even more shameless than someone zipping up their pants and refusing to take responsibility.
Hearing the laughter, Dora’s cheeks burned, and she turned toward the sound.
“Misha, you ugly freak, what are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing at how thick-skinned you are.” Misha threw her hands up, her eyes crinkling into smiling crescents.
Reya also looked at her.
His first glance landed on that black birthmark—it was very ugly.
But he simultaneously noticed this little female’s beautiful eyes, which resembled a forest fawn’s.
He had once caught a young fawn in the forest.
Its large, blinking eyes had been as clear as water, and unable to bear it, he had let it go.
The beautiful eyes of the little female before him reminded him of that fawn.
“He doesn’t even have fertility!
I’m accepting him out of the goodness of my heart, so he should be grateful to me,” Dora said, raising her proud chin in a completely condescending manner.
“Sorry, I refuse,” Reya said, his voice indifferent and his eyes devoid of emotion.
“Reya, you’re already twenty-five!
If you still don’t find a mate, you’ll be expelled from the tribe!”
The Beast World had a strict rule: if an adult male remained un-mated past the age of twenty-five and failed to create value for the tribe, he would be cast out.
“I know.” Reya’s eyes darkened.
“Reya, as long as you bow your head, admit your mistake, and say you were just speaking nonsense, I’ll forgive you.
I’ll still be willing to accept you as my mate,” Dora gloated.
The Beast World Forest was fraught with danger.
Males expelled from their tribes couldn’t possibly survive in the forest; they could only wait for death.
“That won’t be necessary at all.
Reya is going to mate with me,” Misha interjected.
Watching Dora’s smug little expression made Misha feel thoroughly annoyed.
To change Reya’s tragic ending, she needed to solve the problem at its root.
By taking a direct approach and mating with Reya, she could legitimately bear his cubs.
She could also save herself from being sent to the dark room as a tool for the tribe’s lust.
It was simply killing two birds with one stone.
Perfect.
“You?
You’re so ugly, who would want you?” Dora scoffed.
Misha flipped her long, silver wavy hair.
“If you don’t believe me, let’s wait and see.”
“You’re a silver-haired little female with absolutely no fertility, and you’re an ugly freak on top of that!
You want to mate?
Stop joking.” Dora shot a disdainful glance at Misha’s silver-white wavy hair.
She would never admit that the silver hair actually looked quite nice.
“That’s just you judging a book by its cover.” Misha wasn’t angry.
After all, the fertility of little females in the Beast World was also determined by their hair color.
Dora had yellow hair, which indicated normal fertility for a little female.
She turned her gaze to the robust male beside her, her eyes earnest and her voice gentle.
“Reya, are you willing to be my mate?”