My best friend and I transmigrated to the Beast World together.
I have five top-tier beast husbands, while she has six gorgeous men.
I can read minds, while she has a crappy System.
But I weigh 200 pounds, and she's as black as charcoal.
Every day, I hear eleven men call us ugly toads, while she complains that her conquest score is in the negatives and the System won't give her a thing.
Three years after transmigrating, we're both still virgins.
Finally, one day, I found my best friend and burst into tears. “Those scheming husbands do nothing but hang out with their fake-brother buddies. Not one of them is any good. I'm getting a divorce!”
My best friend slapped the table. “Those roosters who can't have kids are useless! Their eight-pack abs just take up space at home. What good are they?”
“If you're getting divorced, then so am I!”
