Sweet Romance in the Beast World: The Seven Good-for-Nothings I Raised

On my first day after transmigrating, the whole village forced me to take in seven useless fellows.

The dragon clan had broken horns and breathed black smoke. The phoenix clan was bald and cried over puddles. The eagle clan got chased around by chickens. The fox clan got lost as soon as they stepped outside. The snake clan slept nine months a year. The bear clan wasn't even as strong as a chicken.

The only normal ones, the wolf clan, had a mute for a member.

Fine. I'll consider it poverty relief.

But halfway through farming, a bully came to steal our grain. The six useless fellows ran away in terror, while the mute silently stepped forward and punched him ten meters away.

Me: ???

Later, a flash flood hit, and the broken-horned dragon clan summoned a sacred artifact. A great fire burned through the village, and the bald phoenix clan was reborn in flames. The day I fell off a cliff, the eagle clan, who were afraid of heights, were the first to rush down…

The six useless fellows awakened one by one, then knelt before the mute and called him “King.”

I looked down at the wolf clan member, who was massaging my feet.

He wagged his tail, looking completely innocent.

…What kind of divine being have I been raising?

In short:

Of the seven useless fellows, six were only pretending to be weak. One was genuinely strong.

And I lured the strongest one in with braised pork.