A new accord had been struck between Humans and Beastkin. To ensure the harmonious development of both races, every adult female was required to visit the Supervisory Agency and randomly draw a lot to foster a Beastkin partner. After two years, if no bond had been formed, the Beastkin would be allowed to re-integrate into society. In my last life, my best friend was assigned to a Bear-kin who was addicted to abuse, and he ended up beating her to death. As for me, I was assigned to a chillingly possessive and manipulative Serpent-kin, a true master of psychological abuse. He imprisoned me until I lost my mind, and I finally jumped from a tall building. Reborn, I stared at the number card clutched in my hand. Willow and I exchanged a look. We swapped. No hesitation. This time, it was our turn to strike back. 0 When I leaped from the building, I heard a furious, unwilling roar from above: “How dare you! You worthless piece of trash! Only I love you in this world! How dare you die!” I closed my eyes, exhausted, but the pain I expected never came. When I opened them again, I froze. I was back two years ago, at the Supervisory Agency, just as I was about to take that damn Serpent-kin, Seraph, home. It was the beginning of all my tragedies. While I was still reeling, a familiar figure caught my eye. It was Willow, my best friend, who had been beaten to death by Brock. We looked at each other, and the shock in each other’s eyes was undeniable. In a few short seconds of eye contact, we confirmed it: We had both been reborn. In our previous lives, she took home the seemingly honest and harmless Bear-kin, Brock. Who would have thought he was addicted to abuse? In just two short years, he brutalized Willow until she was unrecognizable. In the end, they didn’t even find a full body. And I, I didn’t even get to see her one last time. Seraph had me imprisoned, forbidding me from leaving the house. I fought back frantically, but it was useless. Later, I never imagined he’d drug me while I slept. When I woke up, he had already severed the tendons in my hands and feet. My innate, formidable strength, a power that surprisingly surpassed even that of most Beastkin males, completely vanished from my body. He also cut off all my contact with the outside world, brainwashing me, telling me that the only one who truly loved me in this world was him. I had almost resigned myself to my fate, even considering living out the rest of my humiliated life. But when the news of Willow’s death reached me, I finally despaired completely. With a dining knife, I slowly, agonizingly, severed my own palm, tearing free from the iron restraints that had bound me for years. Amid Seraph’s furious screams, I leaped from the building. I never thought we’d get a second chance. So this time, when the staff asked us to draw our number cards, I quickly walked over to Willow. In her stunned gaze, I swapped cards with her. Then I walked directly towards Brock. Willow’s eyes instantly reddened, and she wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing. Her gaze hardened as she rubbed her eyes, then lifted her head high and walked towards Seraph. I looked at the Beastkin before me, smiling foolishly. Who would have thought such a cruel side lay hidden beneath that harmless facade? Willow and I exchanged a glance, then signed the contracts. From today on, I was Brock’s foster parent. Unless both of us determined we hadn’t formed a bond after two years, we couldn’t separate for any reason. In the last life, this rule had bound Willow and me for two agonizing years. This time, it was their turn to experience that hell – caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to live or die. I brought Brock home. A few peaceful days passed. He was attentive to me in every way, yet secretly gathered all sorts of information about me. When he learned that my parents had passed away years ago and I only had a few friends, he finally revealed his vicious claws. I returned home from work that evening. The moment I stepped through the door, I was hit with a terrible stench of smoke and alcohol. Looking around, Brock was sprawled on my brand-new leather sofa, puffing away, with numerous empty bottles scattered beside him. Seeing me, he flashed a provocative smirk. Then, he pressed his cigarette out on the sofa. My veins instantly throbbed. I walked towards him. “Did you forget the rules? No smoking or drinking inside. If you want to drink, do it outside.” He scoffed, raising his hand to slap me. “I gave you a few good days, and you really think you’re the boss now, huh? What the hell are these stupid rules! *I’m* the rule!” But in the next second, I clamped down on his large hand. In his slightly sobered eyes, I squeezed hard. *Crunch.* A sickening bone-grinding sound came from his palm. Then, a crisp *snap*, followed by his scream. He swore a mouthful of curses, panting, and lunged at me. But I kicked him over. He couldn’t handle my strength. I was born with colossal power. Though not a Beastkin, my strength surpassed even most males. Brock immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing weakly to the floor. I watched him with a hint of mockery. Suddenly, I remembered the first time he got violent with Willow in our past life. One slap had knocked Willow unconscious. One kick had broken four of her ribs. She’d been in the hospital for over ten hours of emergency surgery, barely clinging to life. I wanted to teach him a lesson back then, but he just knelt before Willow, slapping himself and crying. In the end, Willow softened, letting him off the hook. But I never imagined that small mercy would lead to me losing my only friend. My foot moved back and forth, grinding on his injured spot. His sounds went from enraged curses to faint pleas. Only when he was barely clinging to life did I lift my foot. Unhurriedly, I blew on my slightly reddened palm. “Stop whimpering. I let you live, didn’t I? If you keep running your mouth, I’ll end you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “After all, you’re *my* foster Beastkin now. Whatever I do to you is exempt from punishment.” He instantly trembled, his eyes clearing considerably. I sneered. In our past life, this idiot repeatedly escaped punishment by claiming he was drunk, didn’t know his own strength, or that it was just an accident. So, I was always confused. Did being drunk really give him free rein to attack anyone? Why didn’t he go bother the burly Elephant-kin or Lion-kin on the street when he was drunk? Why did he only dare to lay hands on weak, ordinary humans like Willow? Now I knew. He was just a pathetic fraud who hadn’t been properly disciplined. Just like now, he’d been drinking, but why didn’t he dare fight me? Why was he just whimpering on the floor, not daring to utter a single word? I scoffed, kicking his backside hard again. “Get up. I’m going shopping. You’d better have the house spotless by the time I get back, or else…” I gave him a fleeting, icy glance, which made him shiver. The entire Beastkin hunched into a trembling ball. I grabbed my bag and left, heading straight for Willow’s place. Leaving her alone with that sinister brute made me uneasy. Our homes weren’t far apart, and I soon arrived at her door. But before I could even go inside, I heard arguing from within:
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