The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 182: Upheaval

In the tribe, sons and daughters who reach the age of sixteen must serve at least five years; it’s tradition and an honor.

In fact, if she had children, they could enlist as well, rightfully so.

As a royal family close guard, the status is respectable, and the treatment is generous.

Unfortunately, the criteria weren’t met; they couldn’t even get through the door.

Physical indicators, psychological tests, background checks.

None of them passed, leaving them turned away.

Claire Joyce was as slow as a snail in replying, typing each word painstakingly and taking ages to get a sentence out.

At first, Selene Kane thought she wasn’t good at typing.

But after chatting, it turned out she spoke clearly, systematically, with logical clarity, and remembered details crystal clear.

Selene’s eyes lit up.

Isn’t she just the born material for management?

With clear organization, meticulous thinking, and yet not lacking patience, she’s the best choice for handling affairs.

Such a person would be in high demand even in a large enterprise.

"As long as everyone wants to work, it’s fine! Don’t skimp on money; this expense doesn’t count for much."

"As long as they’re willing to work hard, they can all help. Please go and get the money every day and pay the wages on time."

She sent a bunch of emojis at once, mostly ones she drew when she was bored.

The lines were simple yet lively and fun, carrying on her previous habit.

Saying a sentence, then attaching a picture.

Otherwise, it always felt like the words weren’t complete and the emotions weren’t fully expressed.

Claire Joyce kept hitting "save" repeatedly.

She loved these emojis so much.

Each one was irresistibly cute, with round eyes and furry ears.

Especially that Little Fox, its ear tips slightly drooping, tail curled into a small circle, gaze innocent yet cunning.

"Selene...is it really okay for me not to work?"

She confirmed again, her voice carrying cautious probing.

Selene told her she didn’t need to do anything, just watch from the side and keep accounts.

No need to go into the fields, carry things, or coordinate manpower.

Just one task each day: go to collect the money and pay the wages.

But isn’t this too easy?

And they’re paying one hundred forty a day!

She couldn’t help but worry, feeling that this salary was absurdly high.

She hadn’t done anything; why should she earn so much?

She sat on the grass, fretting, her brows slightly furrowed, her fingers unconsciously twirling her hair.

Surrounded by a few fluffy Little White Rabbits.

They were born just a few days ago by a female.

They had just opened their eyes, their little legs soft.

Wobbling as they walked, naively nuzzling against the hem of her skirt, as if seeking warmth.

Because they inherited their mother’s bloodline, their Beast Husband didn’t want to raise any of them.

They could only be left in the wild, to survive on their own.

The little rabbits climbed onto her knees, without the protective spiritual power of parents.

Unable to perform even the most basic transformation, they could only be silly little rabbits, munching grass contentedly.

Their eyes were moist, ears softly drooping, occasionally twitching.

Claire Joyce couldn’t help but feel that something was off.

These little ones were clearly born with a Spirit Root, and their bloodline wasn’t weak.

How could they not manage even the basic transformation?

Could it really be because they lack their parents’ spiritual power support?

But other family’s children, no matter how humble their origins, could barely manage transformation within months.

Why were their offspring so difficult?

But for so many years, everyone accepted it as normal.

The older generation said it was the fate of the bloodline.

The village elders said females should focus on bearing and inheritance.

As for raising, that was the responsibility of the males.

If a male wouldn’t accept, then fate would decide.

Blame only if they were born to the wrong mother.

Isn’t it right for the Beast Husband not to raise them?

Who told these females to not find strong mates, or their mates wouldn’t acknowledge their children?

In the world of the Beastman Race, blood and strength determine everything.

Without a strong protector, weak cubs can only be naturally eliminated.

Life was hard for the lower class Beastman.

Raising non-biological children has long been abnormal.

On the village’s borders of wasteland, even food was scarce.

Where would there be extra resources to raise a cub not related by blood?

Even if there’s a Female Protection Law, it only protects the higher races.

Those living in the city, with strong clan backgrounds, can rely on clan rules to force the male to take responsibility.

As for ordinary people?

They can’t even lodge a complaint in the council chamber.

Selene Kane sent another stream of emojis.

"Who said you don’t have to work? Your job is important! It’s even tougher than bricklaying!"

Her fingers swiftly glided over the light screen, making a soft sound, with a series of exaggerated "cheers," "hard work," "you’re the best" emojis popping out.

"As long as you can manage them well, that would be the greatest help to me."

She knew Claire Joyce wasn’t an ordinary female.

She had experience and patience.

More importantly, she genuinely cared about these children.

"Don’t feel burdened; this is what you should earn."

Selene added, her tone firm.

She didn’t want the other to feel it was charity.

This is a job, it deserves the appropriate compensation.

Even in this world, many females’ labor is still assumed to be ’unpaid.’

She thought of the fields always growing wild grass.

"How about hiring some school kids to pull weeds? Pay them twenty a day, it also adds to their pocket money."

She thought, it could clear the fields and give the kids some income; why not?

But if kids have money too early, they might be less inclined to study.

She quickly realized the problem.

In a resource-scarce environment, once they taste easy money, who’d want to sit in class and study?

She sighed, realizing the education problem was never just about lack of money.

But how to balance reality with the future.

How to make children understand that short-term gain might result in long-term hardship.

Claire Joyce, however, shook her head: "Weeds? Some Beastman subsist on grass; they don’t even have enough for themselves, let alone need kids to pull it."

She wasn’t speaking metaphorically but stark reality.

On the desolate slopes across the mountain, some old, weak, sick Beastmen could only survive by digging grass roots and chewing tender leaves.

To them, the so-called "weeds" were life-saving food.

Selene Kane paused.

Her understanding was overturned once again.

This worldview was refreshed once more.

She suddenly realized, she’d always viewed this world through the eyes of a modern city dweller.

But here, every leaf, every grain of rice, might be someone else’s hope for survival.

Interacting with people every day felt like ordinary neighbors.

Yet in an instant, someone could turn from a person to an animal, and back again.

Today, a neighbor you have tea with could tomorrow become a spotted wildcat.

That kind of thing still seemed unbelievable to her.

She could accept systems, training, and bloodline awakening.

But the ’human-to-animal’ notion remained like a thorn, stuck in her logical reasoning, unable to be reconciled.

"Then... could the females deliver meals and boil water?"