[Interstellar beast world + flirtatious heartbreaker + hilarious System + face-slapping and trash takedowns + fierce romantic rivalry + strong female lead with no love-brain]
On my first day after transmigrating to an interstellar beast world, the entire Star Network was waiting for me to cry.
Half my face was covered in dark spots, I weighed 168 jin, I had an F-grade genetic profile, and the Imperial Marshal publicly broke off our engagement.
The white-lotus beauty's beastmen suitors looked down on me, and the original host died under mysterious circumstances.
The System I bonded with was called 250, a loudmouth who spoke in nothing but trendy memes:
“Host! This overwhelming green-tea stink, should we splash it in her face or all over the Star Network?”
I smiled.
Breaking off the engagement was fine, but the compensation had better be doubled.
Face-slapping points could buy genetic repair fluid, an SSS-grade mecha, or access to time and space.
I went from weighing 168 jin to becoming an icy interstellar beauty, and broke through from F-grade to SSS+ mental power.
The empire's top men, who once treated me like trash, began lining up to switch sides.
The Imperial Marshal, half out of his White Tiger armor, said, “Breaking off our engagement was the worst mistake of my life.”
The Wolf Clan major general's eyes burned like a wolf's. “I used to be blind. Now I only want to be your dog.”
The interstellar pirate king narrowed his dangerous snake eyes. “You have to let me bite you. Just once.”
The Dragon Clan governor personally removed a dragon scale. “A dragon recognizes only one female in its lifetime.”
The Nine-Tailed Fox chief military doctor gazed at me with feverish intensity. “Your cells are crying out in pain. It breaks my heart.”
The Eagle Clan cruiser captain, grounded with a broken wing, asked, “Are you missing a navigator by your side?”
And the most mysterious god in the entire interstellar world had already watched me countless times.
I'm not fishing.
I'm just standing at the center of the stars with a fishing rod in hand.
All beasts submit, but none are worthy of making me bow.
Although it is a slow-paced novel, I hope the author will not start too high and start too low.