Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 347: Episode 345: What the F**?
And so, Roxy had decreed that today was officially Yoga Day.
Getting the entire family out onto the courtyard in loose, breathable linens had been a monumental task in itself.
Standing at the second row of the massive, woven grass mats spread across the lawn, Roxy looked out at the absolute, terrifying collection of apex predators she called a family.
"Alright, everyone, listen to me," Roxy announced, her brilliant green eyes sweeping over her mates and her children. "This is called Yoga. It is an ancient practice from my world. It is not a battle formation. It is not a test of brute strength. It is about inner peace, flexibility, and centering your breathing to connect with your core."
Standing in the front row, the six most lethal warlords on the continent stared back at her with terrifying, uncompromising intensity.
"So, it is an internal cultivation technique to increase our lethality?" Kaelen asked, his icy blue eyes narrowing with absolute, tactical seriousness as he rolled his broad shoulders.
When did life get that serious?
You are already lethal, why do you want more?
"No, Kaelen," Roxy sighed, rubbing her temples. "It’s just stretching. To relax."
Zarek crossed his scarred arms, his golden eyes analyzing the woven mat beneath his bare feet. "A relaxed muscle is a slow muscle, my Queen. But if this... Yoga... strengthens the Fox heir in your womb, We will master it."
"Just follow my lead," Roxy instructed, fighting back a highly amused smile.
She turned sideways, demonstrating a simple Tree Pose. She rooted her left foot into the mat, brought her right foot up to rest against her inner thigh, and slowly raised her hands above her head, pressing her palms together. She took a deep, resonant breath, letting her green eyes flutter shut.
Behind her, the absolute chaos of the Beastworld immediately commenced.
The Alpha Kings took the instruction with a level of deadly seriousness that was completely comical.
Zarek, possessing the massive, towering bulk of a Dragon Alpha, found balancing on one leg to be a highly infuriating challenge against gravity. He locked his jaw, his golden eyes glaring fiercely at a distant oak tree as a single bead of sweat rolled down his temple, completely determined not to wobble and show weakness.
Never in his entire life was he faced with a task he couldn’t do.
Beside him, Torian let out a low, frustrated rumble; the White Tiger’s massive chest and thick thighs were built for explosive power, not delicate flexibility.
Syris, naturally, was entirely in his element. The Snake King executed the Tree Pose with flawless, irritatingly perfect grace, his green eyes half-closed as he balanced effortlessly.
Ren, entirely eager to show off for his pregnant mate, not only nailed the pose but used his Kitsune magic to make a gentle, aesthetic breeze flutter through his red hair, earning a synchronized, highly annoyed glare from Caspian and Kaelen, whose blue eyes burned with competitive fire.
They strictly, rigidly followed her every movement as if their lives depended on it.
The children, however, were a completely different story.
In the first row, Iris completely abandoned her pose. The little wolf pup leaned sideways, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling with mischief as she cupped her hands over her mouth, whispering a continuous stream of giggling nonsense directly into Drax’s ear.
The teenage drake, trying desperately to maintain his stoic, warlord balance, gritted his teeth, his green eyes twitching in profound exasperation as his little sister intentionally tried to make him fall over.
A few feet away, Axel was waging a similar war. The wildly active twin, completely bored with standing still, leaned over and began loudly whispering battle strategies to Axel. Onyx kept his sturdy little arms raised above his head, his blue eyes entirely focused forward, stoically ignoring his brother’s attempts to break his concentration.
And then there was Tanith.
The toddler snake-shifter had entirely disregarded the concept of standing up. She was happily lying flat on her stomach in the middle of her mat, doing her own chaotic, wiggly thing. Her bright green eyes were fixed on the grass as she slithered her upper body around, entirely content to just be a literal snake on the lawn.
From the plush, heavily cushioned viewing area just off the mats, the absolute youngest members of the pack were providing the soundtrack. Baby Tyara, her striking blue eyes wide with excitement, was clumsily slapping her fluffy white paws together, letting out happy, aggressive little squeaks to cheer her mother on.
"Breathe in," Roxy instructed smoothly, raising her arms to transition into a Warrior Pose. "And breathe out."
The soft, incredibly distinct sound of a small, heavy impact against the frost-grass entirely shattered the peaceful, meditative breathing of the courtyard.
Roxy paused mid-stretch, her brow furrowing. She opened her green eyes, breaking her pose as she looked toward the edge of the mats.
Just a few yards away, a small, black-feathered bird lay entirely motionless on the grass. It hadn’t fluttered down; it had dropped from the clear blue sky like a stone, completely dead on impact.
Before any of the highly-trained Alpha Kings could even register the incredibly minor anomaly, Zale was on the move.
The tiny abyssal prince, who was currently utilizing the edge of the yoga mats to practice his wobbly, newly-discovered walking skills, spotted the fallen creature. Zale let out a soft babble of profound curiosity. He clumsily waddled over on his pale little legs, his bright green eyes locked entirely onto the bird.
Zale reached down with his small, webbed hands. With surprising gentleness, the toddler picked up the deceased bird.
He turned around, completely ignoring the towering, lethal Alphas standing rigid in their Tree Poses, and waddled directly toward the front of the class.
"Ba!" Zale announced proudly, holding the dead bird out directly toward Roxy’s knees.
Roxy completely dropped her yoga stance, her instincts warring between profound maternal adoration and absolute, hygienic disgust.
"Oh, sweetie, no," Roxy gasped softly, kneeling down on the woven mat. She was incredibly confused as to why her son was presenting her with a dead animal, but she didn’t want to scold him for a gift. "We don’t touch dead things, Zale. Give it to Mama."
Roxy carefully reached out, intending to take the bird by the very edge of its wing and immediately hand it over to Syris for disposal. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
But as her fingers brushed the stiff, black feathers, something completely unnatural occurred.
The bird’s beak fell open. It wasn’t a natural post-mortem reflex. Tucked expertly inside the creature’s small throat was a tightly rolled, incredibly pristine piece of white parchment. The small scroll dislodged, dropping onto the grass directly at Roxy’s bare feet.
Roxy reached down and snatched the small scroll off the grass. She unrolled it, her green eyes scanning the jagged, hastily scrawled black ink.
The message was cryptic, chilling, and entirely impossible.
Something big is going to happen to you soon, prepare for it. Btw congrats on your little baby fox, step back a little with your son, incoming package.
Without a single hesitation, Roxy scooped the tiny, green-eyed abyssal prince up into her arms, completely ignoring the dead bird as she stumbled back to where she was already home.
The deafening sound of violently displaced air sounded directly above them.
The clear, crisp blue sky above the courtyard seemed to simply tear open. A massive, heavy shadow eclipsed the sun for a fraction of a second.
Directly onto the exact patch of grass where Roxy and Zale had been standing merely three seconds ago, a massive, incredibly heavy payload slammed into the earth. The impact shook the ground, sending a shockwave of frost and dirt exploding outward, completely obliterating the woven yoga mats.
But the dust quickly settled, revealing that it wasn’t an assassin. It wasn’t an explosive core.
Sitting perfectly in the center of the crushed grass, stacked in an impossibly neat, highly organized heap, was a massive tower of pristine, beautifully wrapped cardboard boxes. They were perfectly intact, completely defying the physics of their terminal-velocity fall from the sky.
Roxy stood a few yards away, clutching a deeply confused Zale tightly to her chest. She stared over the broad, defensive shoulders of her terrifying Alpha Kings, her brilliant green eyes entirely wide as she looked at the impossible mountain of packages.
The crisp morning wind blew across the courtyard, fluttering the torn edges of the woven mats.
Roxy blinked once. Twice.
"What the fuck,"
