[Mandatory Survival Action: Mate with one of your husbands to gain +5 days of life.]
[Failure Consequence: Death in 72 hours.]
What was that? Why did Roxanna keep hearing Ding! Ding! Ding! inside her head? Was someone trying to bake her in an oven or what?
The last thing she remembered was her husband—well, her ex now—and her best friend kicking her out of the shelter she had built with her own money, leaving her to freeze in the middle of a snowstorm apocalypse.
But now the voice in her head was telling her to mate with one of her husbands.
Husbands? She only had one, and the only thing she ever wanted to do to him was cut off his dick.
"Roxanna, you jerk! Why did you throw Azul into Mushy Lake?! Do you have any idea how many crocodiles are in there?!"
Roxanna jolted in place and finally opened her eyes wide when she heard someone yelling at her. Only then did she realize she was being carried over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
When she lifted her head to look around, she froze.
Instead of the endless snowy field she remembered, she was surrounded by a dense forest and—wait, what the hell was that?! A moth?
No… no, no, that wasn't just a moth.
It was a GIANT MOTH.
The moth flapped its wings rapidly as it moved toward her. Huge fangs surrounded its mouth, and the tips of its six arms looked like sharp spears.
Why was a giant moth chasing her?! And where the hell was she?!
Roxanna tried to look at the man carrying her, but since he held her like a sack of potatoes, the only thing she could see was his dog tail wagging left and right every time he ran.
Wait… a dog tail? He had a dog tail?!
"Calen, down!" someone shouted from above.
Roxanna looked up and saw a man with long white hair sitting high in a tree, holding two glowing red crystals.
Before she could even blink, Calen suddenly jumped to the side, rolling behind a huge rock with her still thrown over his shoulder.
The white-haired man threw the red crystals at the moth, and within seconds, they exploded so loudly that Roxanna's ears rang.
"This is exactly why I told you not to poke around the moth nest!" Calen snapped, pushing Roxanna until her back hit the rock. She winced from the impact. "Why do you always cause problems?! Are you that dumb or what?!"
"Calen, enough." A man with black cat ears stepped out from the shadows of the trees, landing softly like he weighed nothing. His green eyes were sharp as he looked at Roxanna.
He was holding two daggers covered in green blood, and Roxanna felt like this man was trying very, very hard not to throw those daggers straight at her head.
He muttered, "If you keep yelling at her, you'll be the one sleeping in the dungeon tonight."
Calen let out a loud scoff. "Who cares anymore?! She ordered someone to throw Azul into Mushy Lake today! Maybe tomorrow she'll toss me into a demon beast nest! So let me yell at her while I still have the chance!"
Roxanna frowned every time he shouted because his voice was so damn loud, making him sound like a dog that couldn't stop barking at 2 a.m.
She was about to say something, but her head suddenly throbbed so painfully it felt like someone was splitting her skull open.
[Ding! Ding!]
[The original body's memories will enter the Host's mind in 3… 2… 1…]
Roxanna hissed softly and had the urge to slam her head against a rock just to stop the pain. One by one, strange memories—belonging to someone else—flooded into her mind.
And that was when she realized she had possessed the body of Roxanna Vixelle, the leader of the Vexaria Tribe.
Good, at least they shared the same first name. But the bad part was… this woman was a menace. No, not just a menace; she was a selfish brat who took pleasure in making everyone around her miserable.
Ever since she was little, her parents had pampered her to the point of spoiling her rotten. Her father, the former tribe leader, even created two special rules just for her:
1. My daughter is never wrong.
2. If my daughter does something bad, return to rule number 1.
Because of that kind of parenting, the original Roxanna often did countless awful things to the people of the Vexaria Tribe, and she never felt guilty about any of it.
When she turned 22, her father gathered five beastmen he acquired from the black market, from auctions, or captured from the wild, then handed them to her as husbands.
Why wasn't she married off to the beastmen in her own tribe? Well, the reason was simple: her late father, Loba, knew very well that his daughter was basically a hellspawn.
If he let her marry the men within the tribe, the already limited male population might drop to zero.
That became obvious from how much joy she felt whenever her husbands suffered. She even put a seal crystal on their necks, a cruel thing that forced them to obey every command she gave, or their bodies would explode.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the original Roxanna also tortured them.
She had once broken her bird husband's wings—Cyrus Vermilion—and thrown him off a balcony.
She tossed her albino lizard husband—Zeir Cryomaris—into a wild tiger's cage.
She forced her dog husband—Calen Fenrirsson—to eat piles of bones until his stomach was so full he nearly died.
She made her cat husband—Luan Onyx—fight a big, bad wolf.
And last but not least, she ordered someone to throw her betta fish husband—Azul Aquilian—into Mushy Lake, which was filled with crocodile demon beasts.
Cruel!
That was the only word that echoed in Roxanna's mind as she watched the original body's memories.
She was so cruel that Roxanna actually wanted to find the original's soul and tear it apart with her own hands.
But how could someone be that cruel? These poor men had been suffering nonstop ever since they started living with Roxanna.
"Why are you suddenly crying?!" Calen yelled again, glaring at the fox beast in front of him. "You tortured us for an entire year, and now you're crying because someone yelled at you?!"
"Shh… don't be too loud. You'll attract more demon beasts in this forest," Cyrus warned softly.
One by one, Roxanna's four husbands approached her after finishing off the giant moths that had been chasing them.
"What's wrong with that fox?" Zeir frowned. "Is the seal crystal broken? Can I try killing her now?"
Roxanna pressed her back even harder against the stone as Zeir raised his huge sword, aiming it right at her head.
She couldn't stop herself from screaming inside her mind.
[Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why am I this unlucky?! I got betrayed by my husband before I died, and now I wake up in the body of a woman who tortured her own husbands?!]
Zeir froze and finally decided not to swing his sword. "Did you say something?"