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Chapter 1 Divorce "You're a worthless, spiritless female, and you have the nerve to refuse to annul the marriage contract? Do I need to have someone take you out for good before you get it through your thick skull?!" The tall, imposing man snarled before roughly shoving the woman in front of him. She stumbled, losing her balance completely, and crashed into the table behind her. A deafening crash rang out as the glass table shattered into a million pieces across the floor. The lively chatter in the grand ballroom died instantly. Every single pair of eyes swiveled toward the woman now sprawled on the ground... "Hey, isn't that the Brooks' oldest daughter? What's she doing getting knocked to the floor?" "Her? She's not the Brooks' daughter anymore. She's just a useless, spiritless female—got kicked out of the family six months ago. Now, she's basically a beggar on the street." A wave of sneers and contemptuous laughter rippled through the crowd from those in the know... Hearing the murmurs, the tall man's lips curled into a smug grin. He bent down, grabbed Audrey Brooks' chin roughly, and lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "You hear that? Killing you right now would be easier than squashing a bug. So I think you know exactly what you need to do, don't you?" Wait! What the hell? Where am I? What's going on? Audrey's head was pounding. Forced to look up, she found herself staring into the face looming over her. A moment later, a warm, sticky trickle of scarlet blood slid down her forehead... "Which b*stard hit me?!" Audrey roared, surging to her feet in a blind rage. But before she could even steady herself, a wave of dizziness washed over her, making the room spin. She pressed a hand to her forehead, struggling to yank herself free from the man's grip. The next second, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her crashed into her mind like a tidal wave... Did I just transmigrate?! One second I was battling zombies, and I just died like that? And now I'm here? The original owner of this body was also named Audrey. She'd been the eldest daughter of a noble family in the Scylia Empire, across the star systems. But because she had no spiritual power, she'd been thrown out of the family half a year ago. The three beast-husbands she'd basically forced into a marriage with had all fallen for her cousin instead. They despised the original owner for being spiritually useless and wanted out of the marriage contract! To avoid the divorce, the original owner had spent the last six months acting like a total lovesick fool over these three losers. She'd drained every last credit in her accounts trying to keep them happy. And the second her money ran out, they dropped the pretense and went running straight into the arms of her cousin, Monica Pierce—an S-class spiritual power female. What a bunch of absolute sc*mbags! There was a saying back in the apocalypse: in any war, the lovesick ones were always the first to die. Truer words had never been spoken. "Did you just curse at me?" Shawn Kingston's voice dropped to a dangerous purr. He'd expected her to keep groveling like she always did—guess the act was finally over? "So you're the one who hit me, huh?" Audrey curled her lip, firing back with her own question. She wiped the blood off her face with the back of her hand. Before Shawn could get another word out, she hauled off and slapped him hard across the face. "You're nothing but a piece of trash. Even if I don't have spiritual power, I'm still a noble-born female. Who the hell do you think you are to lay your hands on me?" Whoa! The crowd erupted. "What's happening? The lovesick fool of a Brooks girl has actually just stood up for herself? Didn't she worship the ground Shawn walked on?" "She even dropped a fortune on an energy necklace for Monica just to get on his good side..." Catching the whispers swirling around her, Audrey couldn't help but let out a sharp, cold laugh. "You little—" Slap! Slap! Slap! Before he could finish the words "you little b*tch", three more stinging slaps came crashing down on his face. Right there in front of everyone, Shawn had been slapped multiple times. Humiliation burned through him, and he was ready to fight back—until the warning chime on his system went off. He froze, then reluctantly backed down. "You may speak only when I tell you to." Audrey adapted quickly. She slipped into the role like she was born to it. The original owner hadn't divorced these three yet, and that marriage contract was her shield. They wouldn't actually dare kill her—the system would wipe them out of existence the second they tried. That was why she could blow off steam even while still recovering. Besides, this guy wasn't even that good-looking. Had the original owner lost her d*mn mind? Swooning over a loser like this? Did she have absolutely zero self-respect? In this world she'd landed in, the male-to-female ratio was 1:1000. And the original owner was chasing after this weakling? This guy would probably throw his back out just getting out of bed in the morning. God, the original owner had been so stupid. Picking trash out of the garbage can and calling it a meal. "Divorce! We are definitely getting a divorce!!!" Shawn blinked, momentarily thrown by Audrey's sudden willingness to divorce. But a second later, the smug smile crept back onto his face. She'd pulled this stunt before—storming off, only to come crawling back with credits and crystals to win them over. But she didn't have any credits left now, did she? And once she was divorced from all three of them, a useless female like her would be matched with the lowest-ranked soldiers out there. The thought made him straighten his spine. He puffed up and snorted coldly. "If you don't want the divorce, fine. Just get on your knees and apologize. I might consider forgiving you." Audrey drove her knee into Shawn's gut and sent him flying backward. This is so fucking bullshit! I can't take it anymore! "I already said we're getting a divorce. Are you deaf?" Before anyone could even react, Audrey had already pulled up her system and submitted the request. The moment the divorce application went through, the system flagged it as a female-initiated dissolution and auto-approved it. Efficient. Convenient. Done. "Wait... they're... divorced already?" "Hold on—Shawn and Darren are both A-class males. How could a useless, spiritless female just willingly let go of such high-tier matches?" Shawn never saw it coming. He stared at the fading mark of the marriage contract on his skin, a strange mix of relief and... something else stirring in his chest. The other two husbands showed up just in time to see it happen. Audrey had actually divorced them. Monica trailed in right behind them. Everyone was still reeling from Audrey's earlier outburst when another bombshell dropped. Just like the original owner, Monica was tangled up in this mess too... What kind of normal person spends that much time hanging around her cousin's husbands? A graceful blonde stepped forward, face painted with concern, and helped Shawn up off the floor. Then she turned to Audrey, her expression shifting into something reproachful. "Audrey, you're still so willful. As a female with no spiritual power, what's wrong with swallowing your pride for once? Shawn's a male—how's he supposed to hold his head up after you humiliated him like this in public?" What the actual hell? Is this chick crazy?! "If you're sick, go see a doctor. These three idiots are all yours now. You're welcome to them." Audrey shot back, already striding forward. Darren and Marcus immediately tensed, powers flaring as they stepped protectively in front of Monica. They thought Audrey was going to attack her. Now that the marriage contract was gone, if Audrey wanted to die that badly, they'd be happy to help. Going to jail for Monica? Small price to pay. But Audrey just reached out, grabbed the necklace around Monica's throat, and yanked. "This is mine. I'm taking it back. That's fair, right?" The moment the words left her mouth, the mechanical voice of the partner-matching system rang out through the ballroom. The system locked onto its target: Audrey. The same Audrey who had just finalized her divorce. "New marriage partner assigned. Transferring profile now..." A glowing blue panel flickered to life and floated in mid-air. The entire room went dead silent. Nobody had expected this—a useless, spiritless female getting assigned a new marriage partner the literal second her old one dissolved. Silence. Absolute, crushing silence. And then the first marriage partner's profile appeared on the panel. The collective gasp that followed nearly sucked all the air out of the room. Chapter 2 Contracted to Five Dying Men It wasn't just the crowd staring in disbelief—even Shawn, Darren, and the others had their jaws practically on the floor. Audrey? That spiritless piece of trash? What the hell did she do to deserve this? The first match that popped up on the system screen was none other than Yannick Parker. The name probably didn't mean anything to Audrey in this moment, but to everyone else in the Scylia Empire? It meant everything. Yannick. Air Force General of the Scylia Empire. SSS-class winged dragon beastman. Twenty-four years old. As the screen flickered and loaded the rest of his details, every female in the room shot Audrey looks that could kill—raw envy, jealousy, pure venom. Monica included. That kind of noble bloodline? Had the system completely lost its mind, matching someone like that with trash like Audrey? But then... the next line loaded. "Yannick, age 24. Spirit collapse level: 80%." Another collective gasp ripped through the ballroom. Seriously? What was the system even thinking? As an Air Force General who'd sacrificed everything to protect the empire, Yannick deserved better than this. How could the system pair him with a spiritless female at all? This was a death sentence. Everyone knew that when a male beastman's rampage level crossed forty percent, he needed a high-level spiritual female to stabilize him—to repair the nerve damage, suppress the feral instincts, keep him from going completely berserk. "Eighty percent? He's got to be completely feral by now." "Oh god, that's terrifying. A beastman that far gone should be locked up immediately. At eighty percent, even an S-class female couldn't do anything for him—unless she was SSS. But the Scylia Empire hasn't seen an SSS spiritual female in years. Looks like General Yannick is done for..." The whispers swirled as the system screen kept scrolling. "Charles Taylor, Commander of the Scylia Empire Ground Forces. SSS-class king snake beastman. Age 27. Spirit collapse level: 76%." "Shane Smith, General of the Scylia Empire Army. SSS-class silver wolf beastman. Age 25. Spirit collapse level: 75%." "Victor Adams, youngest prince of the Scylia Empire. Snow leopard beastman. Class: classified. Age 18. Spirit collapse level: 79%." And there was more. "Darcy Jenkins, Navy General of the Scylia Empire. SSS-class merman beastman. Age 24. Spirit collapse level: 73%." All matched partners were currently residing at the Royal Private Sanatorium in the Meteor Beast Domain. The room had gone deathly silent while the profiles loaded. But the second that last line appeared on the screen? The silence shattered, bursting into waves of mocking laughter. Look, everyone respected what these men had done for the empire. But the Royal Private Sanatorium? It sounded fancy on paper, but everyone knew the truth—the Scylia Empire had already written them off. Why? Because it was located in the Meteor Beast Domain. Anyone sent there might as well have a countdown tattooed on their forehead. Monica exhaled slowly, the tension draining from her shoulders. She'd been jealous for a second there—every single one of those men matched to Audrey was the kind of guy females across the empire daydreamed about. But with spirits this broken? Honestly, they were perfect for trash like Audrey. Perfect. Shawn let out a bark of laughter. "I really thought you'd trade up after dumping us, Audrey. But even the system knows what you're worth—matched you with a bunch of dead men walking. Hahahaha!" "Oh, really?" Audrey smiled right back at him. "Instead of laughing at me, you should all be figuring out where you're sleeping tonight." The second a divorce went through, the system automatically reclaimed any housing or starships allocated to the matched partners. And since Audrey had just been reassigned by the system, she'd be getting a new place soon. She'd actually been hopeful—five decorated war heroes, surely that meant decent resources, right? But then the minutes ticked by. No new messages from the system. No allocation notice. Instead, the system pinged her with an inventory of her personal belongings from the old house. A single tattered suitcase! With holes in it! Now it was their turn to crack up. "Looks like you're homeless too. Worthless males locked up in a sanatorium, plus a spiritless female with nothing to her name—guess even the system figured letting you a waste of space roam the streets was better than wasting resources on you." "Uh-huh." Audrey's fingers twitched. But she remembered she wasn't at full strength yet and forced herself to hold back. Monica, though? She knew exactly how to get under someone's skin. She draped herself over those three losers and led them back toward her villa. Just before she disappeared inside, she turned back with a sweet, apologetic smile. "Sorry. My place doesn't have enough rooms for everyone. I mean, they did all this for me, and a girl's got to have some loyalty, right? So... you'll have to figure something out on your own." She transferred ten credits to Audrey's account and added, with that same pitying look, "Here. This should cover a cheap motel for the night." "Get lost. You think I'm stupid?" Audrey had never been the type to just take insults lying down. The last shuttle of the night was pulling up to the curb. She grabbed her suitcase, vaulted onto the steps, and—before any of those jerks could react—slapped each one of them across the face. Then she slid into the cabin and let the doors hiss shut behind her. Monica was livid. Through the window, she watched Audrey's lips move silently, forming words that were... extremely unflattering. The other three got the same silent treatment. Shawn just shook his head. Audrey had clearly lost it. The old Audrey would've groveled, begged, thrown money at them to avoid divorce—hell, she'd even bought them condoms when they were with Monica. Someone like that didn't just walk away. This had to be some desperate reverse psychology play. Give it two days, tops. She'd come crawling back. Too bad for her. He had zero interest in recycling trash. The other two nodded in silent agreement. With matches like the ones she'd just gotten, it wouldn't be long before trash like Audrey came crying to them for help. And then they'd settle today's score. Meanwhile, Audrey—once the shuttle jolted into motion—finally had a moment to sit back, breathe, and process the absolute disaster her life had become. She stared out at the endless stretch of stars blurring past the window and sighed. This was straight-up sci-fi nonsense. Seriously, even the craziest web novels didn't go this hard. One minute she was fighting zombies in the apocalypse. The next, she got dumped into an interstellar beastman world. Single for twenty years, then suddenly married and divorced and remarried all in the span of an hour—wait, no. Correction. Judging by the profiles she'd just seen, all five of her new husbands were basically on life support. Freshly arrived. Freshly divorced. And, if the numbers were anything to go by, about to be freshly widowed. She hadn't even wrapped her head around the whole "five husbands" thing yet, and the universe had already hit her with nightmare mode. "Where you getting off?" The shuttle attendant's voice cut through her spiral. "Huh? I don't know." The attendant stared at her. "Next stop's the system. If you're visiting family, you can get off there." Visiting family? "Where is 'there', exactly?" She was in a completely unfamiliar world. Even with the original owner's memories rattling around in her head, this endless stretch of star-speckled void made her nervous. What if some alien monster suddenly jumped out of a portal? She was deep in a spiral of ridiculous thoughts when the cabin doors slid open. A robotic attendant grabbed her suitcase, escorted her politely but firmly off the shuttle, and deducted ten credits from her account before she could even process what was happening. This was... truly, genuinely, the worst. Chapter 3 Arrival The second Audrey stepped off the shuttle, a patrol robot rolled up and, without a single word of explanation, took the suitcase right out of her hand. "Hello. I am Patrol Unit 007, assigned to the Meteor Beast Domain. Welcome. The system has forwarded your job details to your system. I will now escort you through the onboarding process—" The robot stopped mid-sentence. It tilted its mechanical head, confusion flickering across its metallic faceplate. There had been a mistake. The candidate originally scheduled for this position had been killed by insectoids en route. So who exactly was standing here right now? Apart from the few patients in the sanatorium, the entire Meteor Beast Domain was populated exclusively by robots. This planet had been specifically designated for beastmen with SSS-class spiritual power and critical spirit collapse levels. It was dangerous. Desolate. It radiated death. Forget females—even ordinary people wouldn't come anywhere near this place. The Meteor Beast Domain was saturated with cosmic radiation, exponentially worse than anywhere else in the galaxy. Outside the sanatorium's walls, the environment was completely unlivable. And not just here—every inch of this planet was soaked in that radiation. For females, exposure meant death. For males, it accelerated mental collapse. Which was exactly why the Scylia Empire kept all its remaining females safely contained in the capital. "Wait." Audrey held up a hand. "What did you just say this place is called?" 007 replied, "The Meteor Beast Domain." Great. Just great. Audrey grabbed her suitcase back. "Look, there's been a mistake. I'm just passing through—" "The shuttle to the Meteor Beast Domain runs once every forty days." They were desperate. The patients inside had stopped eating. They wouldn't touch the nutritional supplements, wouldn't touch the fresh produce the empire shipped in. If this kept up, they'd starve to death long before their mental collapse hit critical. And just a few hours ago, when the system suddenly matched them with marriage partners? The roars of fury that tore through the sanatorium had nearly brought the whole place down. Not because their new mate was a spiritless female. But because the match meant one thing: the Scylia Empire had officially written them off. There were seven SSS-class beastmen in that facility. Every single one of them had bled for the empire. Even with their minds completely shattered, no one dared neglect them. It was protocol. Programmed from day one. Audrey didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Had she accidentally stumbled onto a pirate ship? Truth be told, she didn't want to meet her so-called husbands. They didn't have long to live anyway. If she never laid eyes on them, they'd stay strangers. But if she actually met them? What if she got attached? What happened when they died and left her a widow? The original owner of this body had zero spiritual power. She couldn't save them even if she wanted to. 007 noticed Audrey's silence. It didn't know what she was thinking—assumed she was just overwhelmed by the generous salary. After all, the pay in the Meteor Beast Domain was pretty great. To sweeten the deal, it went ahead and processed an advance on her first paycheck. "Ding." Audrey snapped back to reality as the notification hit her system. Two hundred thousand credits had just been deposited into her account. "What?!" Audrey's eyes went wide. A windfall? The ten credits she'd spent on the shuttle fare earlier? Those were the same ten credits Monica had thrown at her like spare change to humiliate her. The original owner had been flat broke. And now, two hundred grand, just dropped into her lap? 007 explained, "That's your salary. Paid in advance. The job is simple—just cook the vegetables and meat in the kitchen." "That's it?" "Yes." Audrey felt like she must be dreaming. She pinched her cheek. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already standing in the staff dormitory—a cozy two-story studio apartment, fully stocked with smart appliances and all the daily necessities she could want. A soft bed. Clean floors. Running water. And was that food on the table? Oh god. Audrey was so excited she could cry. In her past life, she'd literally died over a piece of bread. Resources had been scarce in the apocalypse. Even with her dual aqua and wood powers plus spatial powers, she'd struggled every single day to find enough to eat. Speaking of powers—Audrey immediately dropped onto the sofa and focused. She'd switched bodies. She had no idea if her powers had made the trip with her. In the apocalypse, she'd fought tooth and nail to push her aqua and wood powers to level nine. If they were gone now, she'd be devastated. Luckily, the universe had some mercy left. The wood power resonated first. A faint shimmer of green light flickered at her fingertips. Level one. Then the aqua power. Also level one. D*mn it. Just because she'd swapped bodies, her powers had reset to zero? A small voice in her head whispered. At least they're still there. Be grateful. Right. At least they're still there. I'm alive. I'll just build them back up again. With that thought, Audrey bit into an apple. Crisp. Sweet. Perfect. Mmm. Being alive felt amazing. After she finished the apple, she took a real bath. Sinking into the warm water, she still felt a little dazed. God, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had an actual bath. This was heaven. She ducked her head under the surface and blew two bubbles. She loved it here. It was paradise. Of course, literally no one else on this planet would call it paradise. First, there was the cosmic radiation—significantly worse here than anywhere else in the galaxy. Second, there were the seven walking time bombs in the sanatorium. SSS-class beastmen with severe mental collapse. Volatile. Furious. Their occasional pressure surges were so intense that even the robots couldn't withstand them—they'd short-circuit on the spot. Which meant there were exactly eight living beings on this entire planet. Her included. Eight. No director. No doctors. No nurses. Everything was run by robots. All seven patients were SSS-class. Immense power. Critically high spirit collapse levels. The Scylia Empire hadn't known where else to put them except here. So the robot hadn't lied—the shuttle really did only run once every forty days. Actually, that was generous. It ran even less frequently. The ship she'd arrived on had just been passing through. To prevent escapes or refusal of treatment, there weren't even supply depots here. With spirit collapse level this high, these men were nothing like ordinary people. If even one got out, he'd be a force of destruction on par with the insectoids' elite killers. Early the next morning, Audrey was jolted awake by blaring alarms. "Beastman Number One in the Dragon Ward has gone berserk. All units, prepare for defensive measures." A dragon beastman? Yannick? Before she could even process that, a robot knocked once and slid into her room. Without a word of explanation, it started dressing her. "An SSS-class beastman is experiencing a mental breach. Please follow me to the underground shelter." It wasn't just loud—it was physical. The sound slammed into the building, rattling the walls. Followed by crashes. The screech of metal being torn apart. Robots being dismantled piece by piece. The second Audrey stepped outside, her wood power flared to life in her palm—completely on its own. She looked up sharply. The spiritual energy churning in the air was so thick it was almost visible. A terrifying, violent red. But the green vines flickering at her fingertips? They seemed to be reaching for it. Drinking it in.

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