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My best friend Amelia and I came to the primitive orc tribe together.
Women are scarce here, and polyandry is practiced.
Even though we are newcomers, we are allowed to choose the best partner.
Amelia chose the sexually powerful snakeman, and I chose the most loyal werewolf.
When the snakeman hibernated, Amelia couldn't stand the loneliness and chose several new partners, but was discovered by the snakeman.
He imprisoned Amelia in a cold cave like crazy and forced her to lay eggs in a nest.
In contrast, my werewolf was very gentle to me.
On the day when the werewolf became the leader of the tribe, the jealous Amelia pushed me off the cliff.
When I opened my eyes again, we returned to the moment of choosing a spouse.
This time, Amelia rushed over to claim the werewolf before me.
"Arya," she said triumphantly, "this time I will be the leader's wife."
I grinned and pointed to the tall, muscular white tiger shaman next to me.
"I choose him."
I don't want to be a useless spouse of a tribal leader.
Since women are qualified to rule this tribe, I will become the queen of the tribe with the help of the white tiger.
What's more, a white tiger in estrus is no worse than a snake man.

Claws of Second Chances, From Prey to Beast Queen

In my previous existence, Ezra had perished due to a shortage of this crucial ointment. Compelled to journey out in the heart of winter to collect components, he encountered fighters from the Lion Tribe and never returned.


Had he prepared sufficient ointment beforehand, he wouldn't have needed to leave at all.


"Ezra," I spoke cautiously, "what would happen in an urgent situation if you ran out of ointment?"


He pondered for a moment before answering, "We would dispatch beastmen to locate the necessary ingredients."


His response didn't surprise me. Beastmen were uncomplicated beings. Their approach to every challenge was immediate and instinctive. They seldom planned ahead.


"Have you considered producing extra and keeping it for emergencies?" I inquired, cocking my head.


Ezra appeared intrigued by the suggestion but shook his head. "It wouldn't be worthwhile. The ointment only remains potent for about a year. Storing too much would be wasteful."


Chapter 9