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... complaining and began to walk around more boldly, peeking here and there like a curious little rat inspecting a new nest.
As she walked, some memories from this body’s old life naturally rose in her mind.
She remembered her family.
Her father was a rat beastman too, and not just any rat beastman. He was the Rat King of this tribe. He was powerful, respected, and had three stripes. In this beast world, that was no small matter. Three stripes meant real strength.
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