After Rebirth, She Chose Saintess — I Became the Beast Queen Chapter 01

After Rebirth, She Chose Saintess — I Became the Beast Queen Chapter 01

My sister and I accidentally crossed over into a beast-man tribe.

The Primal Spirit presented us with two choices:

Become a Feral One, gaining immense strength and a powerful physique, or become the Blessed Vessel, blessed with exceptional fertility and an alluring figure.

In our past life, my sister chose to be the Feral One to survive, and I became the weak, tempting Blessed Vessel.

Her body resembled that of a female gorilla, so the tribe rejected her. She was given three disabled males.

Because of my delicate figure, I became the heart’s desire of the three most powerful and handsome males in the tribe.

Later, they rose to become kings of the wild forest, and I was revered as a goddess, basking in endless glory.

My sister burned with jealousy.

When no one was watching, she dragged me into a poisonous swamp, and we died together.

When I opened my eyes again, we were back at the moment the Primal Spirit gave us our choices.

This time, my sister chose the Blessed Vessel first.

“Elena, this time, I’ll be the goddess,” she said. “Out of pity, I’ll give you those three crippled, impotent males.”

I suppressed the rush of joy inside me.

What was so great about being confined like a captive, valued only for bearing children?

In this primitive world, strength was everything.

***

When I opened my eyes, the feeling of being corroded still lingered.

“Your lives in the modern world have ended, but your souls have been sent here by the Primal Spirit.”

“Two paths lie before you. One: become a powerful Feral One of this world. Two: become the Blessed Vessel of this world. Have you decided who will be the Vessel and who will be the Feral One?”

The voice of the Primal Spirit boomed with authority.

We looked down from the spirit realm at the dense primeval forest below, the continent where the beast-men lived.

The first time we fell onto this continent, both my sister Sierra and I had deep fear in our eyes.

The roars of wild beasts declared the law of the land: might makes right.

So Sierra chose the Feral One without hesitation.

“Being a feral female has its own charm,” she said smugly, already dreaming of her cute beastly appearance.

The Primal Spirit told us that on this continent, females were extremely rare. One female could even have multiple mates.

To Sierra, that sounded like the life of a queen.

She pushed me toward the center of the beast-men gathering, smiling. “Elena, you’ve lived my life for twenty years. You can’t handle hardship. Let these strong beasts take care of you.”

“After all, this is a place where the strong rule.”

I ignored her sarcasm and walked straight toward the three beasts.

Sierra was right.

Strength was everything.

Later, when we formed the mating contracts, those three fierce beasts transformed into handsome men who cherished me and waited on me hand and foot.

But Sierra, because she had chosen the Feral One’s strength, was given three crippled males.

Worse, she and her males couldn’t shift into human form.

They were stuck in their beast shapes.

Sierra burned with jealousy and sneered at me.

“Elena, you’re so lucky. They shifted just to stay by your side. Even though you’re weak, they never leave you and are completely loyal.”

I didn’t respond. My expression was unreadable.

Even weak humans have the power of wisdom.

Using modern knowledge, I taught them how to make fire and how to hunt.

I led their tribe, Wildwood Tribe, to glory.

They really couldn’t live without me.

But Sierra didn’t know the phrase “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

If they were truly loyal, they wouldn’t have poisoned me into muteness and severed my tendons so I couldn’t run away, just because they worried I might favor another male as their leader.

They stripped me of my freedom and made me their accessory.

Because of my fertility, they used me as a breeding tool.

In this new life, before the Primal Spirit had even finished speaking, Sierra rushed to choose the Blessed Vessel.

She chose those three beast-men from our past life without hesitation.

“Have you truly decided? Once chosen, there is no turning back,” the Primal Spirit said, surprised that she would willingly choose the weak Vessel.

“I choose this identity. I believe I will lead my tribe to greatness.”

The Primal Spirit sighed and merged her into her new body.

As she passed me, she couldn’t resist swaying her graceful hips. I ignored her provocation.

When it was my turn, the Primal Spirit touched me lightly, and I felt a surging power bloom inside my body.

Sierra looked at me with a mocking smile. “Elena, this body is perfect for you.”

Through her eyes, I saw myself. I had become a fierce, terrifying beast.

No beauty to speak of.

“Elena, now you have all the power and strength. I’ll give you those three losers.”

“This time, the position of Alpha’s Mate and the Blessed Vessel will be mine.”

Of course I knew what she meant.

In our past life, the three males by her side couldn’t shift into human form.

Not only that, but they were also naturally disabled.

When a neighboring tribe attacked, they were killed by other males while trying to protect Sierra.

But I knew that kind of pure devotion was the rarest thing.

Since I’d been reborn and swapped fates with Sierra, I wouldn’t let them die horribly again.

Feeling the surging power in my body, a secret joy rose inside me.

The Alpha’s Mate and the Blessed Vessel were just fancy names for the weak.

If Sierra liked them so much, she could have them.

In this primitive world, strength was everything.

This life, I would become the ruler above all beasts. The Alpha of the Wild.