In front of the exquisite little wooden cabin, a slender, fair-skinned little female held a soft, chubby little black bear cub in her arms.
Caesar’s expression was gentle, a faint smile resting on his lips.
“You really are raising this black bear cub as your own.”
Misha didn’t have a good impression of Caesar and disdained keeping up appearances with him.
“Is there a problem with that?”
The smile on Caesar’s face stiffened.
“N-No.”
“Do you need something?” Misha rolled her eyes.
“I came today to persuade you to leave Reya,” Caesar said with absolute sincerity.
“Life is already hard enough for him alone, and your arrival will only drag him down.
If you really need someone to take care of you, I can provide for you.
I’ve also spoken with Dora, and she is willing to accept Reya again.”
“I don’t need it, nor do I consider myself a burden,” Misha replied, a hint of displeasure creeping onto her face.
She wondered how Reya would feel if he knew his “good brother” was trying to steal his woman.
“Misha, even if you don’t think about yourself, you need to consider Reya.
He is infertile, so he’ll never have offspring with you.
Who will take care of him when he grows old?
You have no idea how miserable the twilight years are for a male without children.”
Misha remained unmoved and raised an eyebrow.
“If you have enough free time to spout empty words here, you might as well hunt a couple more prey to send over.
Since you care about Reya so much, when he gets old, you can just have your cubs look after him.
Simple.”
“That’s different,” Caesar retorted.
“If Reya becomes Dora’s mate, even if they can’t form a Mate Beast Mark, the cubs she gives birth to in the future will treat him like a father, seeing as he would have taken care of them since they were little.”
“Will treat him?
Are you sure?” Misha sneered.
“Reya will become a father, and he will have his own cubs.
He doesn’t need someone else’s brats to pretend to be his dutiful children and grandchildren.”
Seeing that Misha stubbornly refused to listen, Caesar’s smile vanished.
His face darkened as he stated coldly, “I won’t let you drag Reya down.”
With those words, Caesar stormed off in a huff.
Misha watched his retreating back and scoffed aloud.
So pretentious and full of himself!
Did he think that saying it enough times would make it true?
Caesar didn’t want to see her and Reya become mates simply because he was afraid that once Reya had his own little family, he would no longer “selflessly dedicate” himself to Caesar, follow his every command, or serve as his stepping stone.
Thanks to Bo Ya’s help, Reya gradually integrated into the males’ small hunting group.
They found that Reya wasn’t nearly as intolerable as the rumors claimed.
During every hunt, he gave it his all without slacking off in the slightest.
He would also thoughtfully help other males catch their desired prey.
Because of the “favor” of delivering goat’s milk, Lisi frequently brought her three little female cubs over to play with Misha.
As a result, the two of them had become quite familiar with each other.
Misha had just finished washing her hair.
There was no shampoo here, so she used saponin pods she had found in the forest.
Although it was slightly harsh on her scalp, it was better than nothing.
Besides, after taking the Body Strengthening Pill, such minor damage was practically zero to her.
Using a piece of animal skin, Misha dried her hair and then sat on a small wooden stump outside to bask in the sun.
The curls of her freshly washed, silvery-white long hair were even more pronounced, looking exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight.
Lisi’s eyes were filled with envy.
“It’s so beautiful.
I really wish I had curly hair like yours.”
Misha touched her semi-dry hair and smiled.
“It’s not impossible, just a bit troublesome.”
“Really?” Lisi’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Yeah, let me think of a way.”
“Tell Carl whatever you need, and he’ll get it for you.” For the sake of beauty, Lisi decisively “sold out” her own male.
Carl, who was looking after the cubs nearby, naturally heard this.
Instead of minding it, he just smiled dotingly.
“Alright, I won’t hold back.”
After finishing the topic of perming hair, Lisi went on to gossip with Misha about other things in the tribe—who had partnered up with whom, and who had fought whom out of jealousy over a little female.
As a little gossip expert, Lisi knew all the ins and outs.
“Oh, right!
Dora is going to choose her primary mate at her coming-of-age ceremony in two months.
All the excellent young males from the neighboring tribes will be there to participate.
Misha, do you want to join in?”
Although Misha had already chosen Reya as her mate, anyone with eyes could tell that the two had not branded each other with Mate Beast Marks.
Lisi liked Misha a lot, so she hoped Misha could choose a stronger male mate who had reproductive capabilities.
“We’ll see when the time comes.”
Misha wasn’t entirely sure either.
She did plan to build a reverse harem, but she would only target those assigned by her missions.
She had no intention of wasting time and energy on other males.
Men would only slow down her speed at earning points.
“Alright.”
Lisi assumed that Misha lacked the confidence to attend the coming-of-age ceremony because she felt inferior about her looks.
For a moment, she felt a pang of sympathy for her good friend.
She wondered why such a wonderful person had to have such an ugly birthmark on her face.
She stared at the birthmark on Misha’s face, slightly spacing out.
“Is it very ugly?” Misha touched her own face.
Lately, she had been feeling an itchiness there, as if the birthmark was showing signs of peeling off.
To avoid leaving a scar, she had been carefully avoiding the birthmark while washing up these past few days. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“N-No.
Hey, why does your birthmark look different?” Lisi was curious.
She leaned in closer for a careful inspection.
As she looked, she even reached out and picked at it.
Soon, a small black fragment was scratched off.
Misha was speechless.
Carl also facepalmed; his little female’s hands were simply too fast.
“Misha, I scratched off your birthmark…” Lisi felt a bit guilty as she opened her hand to show Misha.
Misha smiled and shook her head.
“If it’s off, it’s off.
It’s best if the whole thing falls off.
It’s been itchy lately, but I didn’t dare to pick at it.
You certainly acted fast, though.”
Hearing this, Lisi quickly looked at the spot where she had just scratched off the birthmark.
The skin there was fair and flawless, without the slightest trace of a birthmark.
“It’s really gone!
Misha, maybe this birthmark of yours will just fall off on its own as you grow.” Lisi was even more excited than Misha, and as she spoke, she tried to reach out and pick at it again.
Carl hurriedly walked over and stopped his mate.
“Stop picking at it.
It would be bad if it leaves a scar.”
Lisi snapped back to her senses and quickly hid her small hands behind her back.
“Right, right, right!
Misha, you must resist the urge to pick at it!
Before, there was a little female who had a pimple on her chin.
She couldn’t help but scratch it, and it ended up leaving an ugly mark on her face.”
Misha looked at Lisi, thinking she was just too adorable.
“Alright, I understand.”
After staying for a little while longer, the three little female cubs grew sleepy, so Carl and Lisi took them home.
After they left, Misha began to ponder the possibility of perming hair in the Beast World.
Through her multi-lifetime transmigration experiences, she had learned quite a few skills.
She had even opened a hair salon in the 1980s.
Doing it again in the Beast World wouldn’t be too difficult, except she would need some iron.
“System, there should be iron ore in the Beast World too, right?” Misha asked the system in her mind.
[Of course.
The Beast World Forest has everything; it just hasn’t been discovered yet.]
“Then your scanning function can also find iron ore.”
[That’s right.]
Misha curled her lips into a smile.
Suddenly, she felt that spending 5 points to buy 10 uses of the scanning function wasn’t a loss after all.