The darkness that had just surrounded Moon was abruptly torn apart by a sweet, childish voice, vibrating with a joy that echoed directly in her mind.
[Initiating dimensional transmigration]
The voice, which she already recognized as Boing's, sounded like a wind chime.
[Selecting random world]
Moon felt a gentle vertigo, not of fear, but of anticipation. The destination was uncertain, but the promise of life awaited.
[Random world selected: Beast World. Level: Primitive]
With the selection complete, the energy accumulated in her body exploded.
A flash of golden light, so intense and vast that, for seconds, it swept across the continent of the new world, illuminating forests, mountains, and rivers.
When the light dissipated, Moon was standing.
The ground beneath her feet was soft, covered in short grass damp with morning dew.
She had transmigrated to a Temperate Forest, and the spring air was sweet, carrying the scent of pine and fresh earth.
Wow... this is stunning.
She felt no fear, only a deep excitement.
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall canopy, creating a dancing mosaic of shadow and light.
[Transmigration analysis complete. You are in the "Beast World: Primitive", a world just like the Chinese novels you read! Are you happy, Moon? 🤭
The clearing near the river is ideal for a temporary shelter. Shall I proceed with setting up the shelter?]
Moon smiled, her silver eyes scanning the area. There was a flat, discreet clearing near a river of crystal-clear water.
Yes, Boing. Choose the sturdiest and most comfortable camping tent, one that sets itself up. I want something that feels like a real house but remains discreet. And don't forget to check the ground's stability.
[Choice made. T-1000 Tent, camouflaged with light armor. Activating setup... Completed.]
An almost inaudible hum echoed. A mound in the grass began to swell and take shape.
In seconds, a luxurious camping tent, which indeed resembled a small modern cabin in moss green, stood firm on the ground.
Moon placed her hand on her forehead, where a small Golden Sun Mark rested.
The connection with her little slime brought an unusual sense of peace.
She grabbed a hunting dagger from her inventory and decided to explore the area before resting.
She had walked only a few dozen meters, focused on spotting trails and food sources, when the ground trembled.
A deep, guttural growl broke the morning silence.
Turning with lightning speed, Moon saw it.
It was a wild boar, a Beast, grotesquely large; bigger than an SUV, its skin seemed as hard as leather armor.
It lowered its head, tusks like swords stained with mud, and charged.
The attack was pure instinct, a mountain of flesh and fury.
But Moon was not just fragile beauty.
She was a hunter, a soldier of the elite forces of the Moonlight conglomerate, trained since childhood by her father.
Her body moved with mastery and precision, reacting before her mind could formulate a strategy.
She didn't run.
Instead, she crouched under the charge and, with a clean, deep, and devastating strike from her dagger, hit the boar's jugular, exposed through a gap in the neck's thick hide.
The boar staggered, its roar of fury turning into a stifled squeal.
It took only three seconds for the beast to collapse, hot blood gushing like a fountain, covering Moon head to toe in a dark, thick bath.
Moon gasped, not from effort.
It was from shock.
During the thirty days of preparation, she had consumed an immense amount of Dimensional Perfect Water and could now confirm the strength it had granted her.
The sensation of the warm, sticky blood pulled her from her thoughts.
[Wild Boar Level 6 defeated. So, tell me, that Dimensional Perfect Water is wonderful, isn't it? 😎 I recommend an immediate river bath to avoid infections in this primitive world. 😷]
I know, Boing. I smell.
She replied, feeling the cold viscosity of the drying blood on her skin.
Quickly, Moon sent the slain boar to the Infinite Warehouse and headed to the crystal-clear river.
Removing her blood-soaked clothes (which she stored in the Infinite Warehouse for later cleaning), she submerged in the fresh water.
[While you clean up, I will explain the hierarchy system in this world. Please pay attention, it is vital.]
While Moon washed, scrubbing the dried blood from her shoulders and back, Boing began his monologue, describing the workings of the Tree Mark.
[Since you are human, with a monthly menstrual cycle, your Tree Mark is unique in this world.
It has many, many golden leaves and covers a large area on your back, symbolizing fertility and prosperity.
In the Beast World, females are born with the Tree Mark, and each leaf represents an offspring.
The total number of leaves determines how many children the female can have in her lifetime.
The marks are the foundation of society and are considered divine. Your mark is unmistakable: a large tree, with countless golden leaves, pulsating softly on your back.]
Moon felt the mark pulse. In the gentle flow of the river, water ran over her skin. Her body was a natural masterpiece: rounded, firm breasts, a slender waist curving gracefully to strong, well-proportioned hips, long, muscular thighs.
Her body was the fruit of her life as an elite heiress. The nudity in the river, far from vulnerability, made her seem part of the wild nature.
Her wet hair cascaded in silver waves, and the glow of her bronze-toned skin contrasted with the purity of the water.
[The society is based on Strength and Protection. The inhabitants of this world are called Ferans. The males have the ability to transform into animals, and their power is measured by
The goal is to choose high-level Ferans as companions for your "harem" — woohoo, now we're talking fun stuff! — but beyond the fun aspect, your survival in this primitive world depends on having the strongest at your side...]
Moon was so immersed in the explanation of the beliefs, culture, and hierarchy that she almost didn't notice.
Almost.
A subtle sound, a snapping twig in the distance, cut through Boing's voice.
Moon stopped scrubbing, her head turning toward the sound, her hunter instincts overriding the slime's monologue.
She turned, water dripping from her nude body, in one fluid motion.
And then, she saw him.
He stood at the forest's edge, just a few meters from the river, hidden by ferns and the shadow of the trees.
A man of fantastical beauty, tall, with tanned skin, white hair like snow, and lynx ears and tail twitching slightly, startled.
His large, clear blue eyes were fixed on her.
The Feran, shy and wary, froze in place.
His gaze was one of shock and embarrassment, yet locked onto hers.
Moon's eyes, still wet from the river, met his.
The world stopped.
There was no fear, only admiration and the acute realization that her first companion had arrived.