Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 83: Episode : What are the Mysteries of this World?
Of course, another male, what did I expect?
System, how many males do I actually have to meet?
[That cannot be disclosed.]
What do you fucking mean? So I have to keep sleeping around with beasts whose dick is twice my arm?
Make it make sense.
[I mean you like it, don’t you?]
Roxy’s jaw dropped. And she froze in steps all the other beast females turned to look at her with worry.
"Is everything alright, Queen Mother?" Mara asked and I brushed it off.
"There is nothing, I just thought of something," she looked down at the box again and her curiosity for what was inside heightened.
I hope it was something shinyy!
Soon the wagon rattled to a halt in front of the cabin just as the sun began to dip below the tree line, casting long, bruised-purple shadows across the yard.
Roxy climbed down, clutching her basket of soft fabric and the small wooden box.
"See you later, Queen Mother." The ladies echoed together and Roxy waved at them.
She barely had two feet on the ground before she noticed them standing at the porch and Roxy suddenly felt exposed.
Why were they staring at her like they were bouncers?
Zarek stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Kaelen was beside him with a cross face. Even Syris, was staring at her with curiosity.
"You smell," Zarek announced flatly, stopping three feet from her.
"Hello to you too, Honey," Roxy said dryly, trying to breeze past him. "I smell like the underground market."
What are you? A sniffing party?
"No," Kaelen stepped into her path, blocking the door. He leaned down, sniffing her shoulder. A low rumble started in his chest, vibrating against her collarbone. "You smell of another male.."
Even you?
"Fox," Zarek hissed, his eyes cold in anger. "A trickster marked you."
Roxy sighed, shifting the heavy basket to her hip. "Nobody marked me, Zarek. I met a dancer. He was polite and he gave me a souvenir."
She held up the small wooden box.
The reaction was immediate, hostile, and honestly, a little dramatic.
"Give it to me," Zarek demanded, extending a hand. "I will incinerate it. It is likely filled with fleas."
Kaelen stepped forward again. "It is an insult. Foxes do not give gifts. He must be planning something."
"Oh, stop it," Roxy scolded, clutching the box tighter. "Both of you are behaving like puppies guarding a bone. It’s a box. It’s harmless. Look."
She walked to the sturdy outdoor table Kaelen had built and set the box down. The three men gathered around it, glaring at the object as if it might jump up and bite them.
It was a seamless block of iron-wood, beautiful and dark. There was no visible lid, no latch, and no keyhole.
"It has no opening," Syris observed from his spot on the bench, his voice raspy. "A puzzle? Or a solid block to mock you?"
"It’s a friction lock," Roxy said confidently. "My grandfather used to make these to hide his whiskey. It doesn’t take a genius, just thumbs."
She placed her thumbs on the two opposing corners and applied pressure while twisting the center panel counter-clockwise.
Slide. Click.
The wood popped open smoothly.
Zarek leaned back, looking visibly disappointed that it didn’t explode or release poison gas, robbing him of the chance to be a hero.
Inside, resting on black velvet, was an anklet. It was made of polished amber beads, strung together with silver thread, glowing with a faint, warm inner light.
"Beads?" Kaelen scoffed, looking at it with disdain. "He thinks to woo the Mother with tree sap? I could bring you diamonds from the caves."
"It’s not just sap," Roxy murmured. She looked at the item, and a transparent blue screen flickered into existence in her vision.
[System Scan Complete]
[Item: Northern Fox-Fire Anklet.]
[Grade: Rare (Crafted).]
[Description: Infused with thermal-reactive amber found in the Snow Plains.]
[Effect: Absorbs body heat and amplifies it, creating a localized thermal field. Keeps the wearer’s extremities warm in sub-zero temperatures.]
Roxy fought back a smile as she picked up the anklet. It was warm to the touch.
"It’s warmer," Roxy explained, fastening it around her ankle. Immediately, a gentle, soothing heat radiated up her calf, chasing away the evening chill of the Iron-Wood. "Foxes live in the snow. This keeps the blood warm."
The men went silent.
They kept on watching her legs with a heated gaze each with their own wild thoughts and they knew she needed that.
"It is... functional," Zarek admitted grudgingly. "But I could keep you warmer."
"I know you can," Roxy smiled, seeing the pout on his handsome face. She looked at Kaelen, who was also wearing the same face.
They had finally realized that they hadn’t gotten Roxy any gifts.
But Roxy was satisfied because they gave her the little kids, they helped in their own little way.
Without even doing a lot they had wormed their way into their heart.
They were jealous. But more than that, they were insecure.
Roxy’s heart softened. They were Kings, but they lived rough lives. They provided for her, built for her, hunted for her, but they rarely did anything for themselves.
"You know," Roxy said, a mischievous glint entering her eyes. "This anklet is nice. But... looking at it makes me realize something."
"That the Fox is superior?" Syris asked dryly.
"No," Roxy shot him a look. "That my handsome husbands don’t have nice clothes!"
She stepped onto the porch, turning to face them.
"If I am going to be a Queen," Roxy declared, placing her hands on her hips, "then my entourage needs to look the part. The Fox has style? Fine. We’ll have better style."
She summoned the System Interface.
[System Shop: Apparel & Gear]
She had life points to burn and was going to burn them on the people she loved.
"Wait here," she commanded. "Close your eyes. No peeking, or I tell the System to shock you."
The men blinked, confused, but obeyed. Kaelen covered his eyes with his large hands. Zarek squeezed his eyes shut, crossing his arms. Syris just closed his eyes, looking bored.
Roxy navigated the menu. This has been her dream for a while now, she wanted to buy dresses for herself, the children and then the men.
After navigating a lot, she finally picked a lot of clothes.
[Purchase Confirmed. -10,000 LP.]
"Okay," Roxy said, her voice soft. "Open."
On the table, piles of clothes appeared and everyone gathered around to check everything.
Roxy had a mischievous look on her face.
"What is this?" Kaelen asked, reaching out to touch the grey pile nearest to him.
"Gifts," Roxy said. "For my Pack."
She picked up the first cloth. It was a black robe loose that could be tied around the waist with loose silk pants.
"Zarek," she called.
The Dragon King stepped forward.
"I made one for you before but you need more," Roxy whispered. "I don’t need anyone seeing or touching... this."
Roxy’s hand snaked to his length and gave it a soft stroke quietly.
Zarek groaned, catching her hand.
"Don’t..." he whined and Roxy threw her hand back, not expecting that! This was the first time Zarek had ever whined.
It turned her on, but she didn’t want to have another night where she felt her gut being rearranged.
She handed him the High-Grade Silk Robe. It wasn’t feminine; it was regal. It had wide sleeves, a structured collar, and the fabric was fire-resistant and self-cleaning.
It reminded her of those Chinese hanfu.
"Put it on," Roxy smiled.
He stripped off his old robes right there (shame was definitely not a dragon concept), his length hardened and Roxy blushed.
He pulled the robes on. They fit perfectly, draping over his broad shoulders and narrowing at his waist.
He loved it.
I think whatever I get for them would look amazing.
They surprisingly had a fuckable body.
"Kaelen," Roxy called next.
By the time Roxy was done, the men looked totally different, Kaelen was wearing a crop top with tiger skin design. Then with a matching loin cloth around his waist for better movement.
Syris had a sheep wool coat, and a loincloth around his waist. It could allow him to shift whenever he wanted.
Roxy was satisfied as she stood back and watched them.
"Now that," Roxy declared, "is better than any Fox dancer."
Zarek walked over to her. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You spent your resources on us," Zarek said quietly. "Why?"
"Because," Roxy stepped closer, fixing the collar of his robe. "The Fox gave me a trinket. That was nice. But you three keep me safe. You feed me. You don’t want to kill me. I wanted you to know that... no matter who dances for me, nobody looks as good to me as you do."
Kaelen walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in her neck.
"You are too good to us," Kaelen rumbled against her skin. "We hurt you, and you clothed us."
The real bastard here is the system.
Roxy wanted to say but she clipped her tongue instead.
"I’m training you," Roxy teased, leaning back into him. "Positive reinforcement. Less growling, more fashion."
Syris walked over, no longer shivering.
The wool was surprisingly warm. He looked at the group, feeling the strange sensation of being included.
"The fabric is superior," Syris stated, smoothing his front. "The Fox could never afford this quality."
Never has he been given a gift in his life before.
He felt warmth snake into his cold heart.
And he began to regret ever trying to kill this female in the first place.
"Right," Zarek grinned, running a hand down his silk chest. "We look better than the Fox."
"Much better," Roxy agreed, kissing Zarek’s cheek and squeezing Kaelen’s arm. "Now, come on. Let’s eat something warm today and then get back to work."
Roxy felt scared about the males she was going to meet soon after the tiger and the fox.
And she began to wonder, what was the limit of the beast world?
What mysteries ground this world?
