[Interstellar Beastmen + Superpowers + Rebirth + Irresistible Female Lead + Male Rivalry and Chaotic Love Triangle + Everyone Is Pure + Regret-and-Redemption + Pick Your Favorite + No System]
In my last life, I was the only woman of my age.
Three hundred million male citizens revolved around me.
An octopus used its tentacles to pluck stars for me;
a wolf pup cried for me all night;
a white tiger held me close and said, “No one can touch you”…
I thought that was love.
…
Until I was lying on a research table.
He said, “You’re the only human woman. I need to study your reproductive system.”
It’s all right, I reassured myself. He loves me. It’ll be over once the research is done.
Until I was lying on an auction block.
He said, “You’re the last female. I need to assign your reproductive rights.”
It’s all right, I reassured myself. He loves me. It’ll be over once the selection is made.
…
One after another.
I thought that if I gave them my heart, I’d eventually get a little love in return.
At the end, I knelt in a cage-like “safe house” when someone reached out to me and asked,
“Does it hurt? Do you want to be free?”
I lifted my head. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt I’d found an angel who had come to save me. I smiled and answered, “Yes.”
And so my life ended.
…
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day I awoke from cryogenic sleep.
The familiar faces gazed at me with excitement, as if they were looking at a precious artifact.
I knew I had been reborn.
But I didn’t understand. What good was another chance? Would the ending really change?
In this life, I wanted nothing, not even myself.
But… they seemed to treat me even better than they had in my last life?
The narrative is okay, and the connotation given to the heroine is also very good. But the description is too cumbersome, everything important and unimportant is described repeatedly, and the words used are also very similar. This book would be more perfect if it could be discarded appropriately. (The above are my personal opinions and suggestions) Come on, author