[Powerful leads + devoted wolf king + trope subversion + satisfying revenge]
Reborn as the weakest female in the beast world, I was expected to beg the wolf king for mercy on behalf of my entire tribe.
Instead, I fired pottery and smelted iron, cleared land and planted crops, and recited a first-aid manual from memory until it became the beast world's medical bible.
While the females were still fighting over warriors' pelts, my hospital had already taken in a disgraced fox doctor and a blind eagle prophet.
The night the wolf king slaughtered an enemy tribe for my sake, I gripped my scalpel and cut open his blood-soaked chest.
“Don't move. Your organs are displaced.”
Later, the empire's most powerful males were sprawled outside my hospital, wagging their tails and begging for help.
