A heavy pull came from nowhere as the figure felt an invisible force dragging her to an unknown place, and right then, she snapped her eyes wide open.
The first thing that greeted her was the horrendous smell of poop.
What the hell is that stench??? Did I somehow land in someone's latrine pit?? she wondered loudly.
Goodness, she almost choked on the smell. It was so bad she could've sworn it had already clung to her body as she looked around in horror.
Trying to focus despite the stench, she squinted hard but felt weak somehow. Her eyesight lagged so badly that it felt like someone had strapped a heavy sack right in the middle of her eyes.
"Fuck!! Am I blind??"
Then she let out a devastating scream that tore from her throat and echoed through the strange place she found herself in.
"Gramma, I can't see! Help me!" she cried out, but heard nothing.
Almost like the place was sealed off by a chilling silence that crawled right into her soul.
"No way?? No fucking way??"
She tried to stand up and figure out what was wrong, but the moment she attempted to get her feet under her, she staggered badly and fell right back down—painfully—landing face first into something squishy.
The moment her skin made contact with whatever it was, her whole soul nearly left her body.
It was a fucking human poop.
She had fallen into a fucking human poop.
While she was supposed to be in her cozy room and soft bed.
Like how did that even happen??
No one was holding her back right now. She wanted to scream like her whole life depended on it when a terrifying theory suddenly came to mind.
What if she had been kidnapped??
No way this was her room. And the sounds—the crickets from the corners, the motherfucking frogs using that opportunity to make her life a nightmare—she just couldn't.
Okay, she got it.
Maybe some rich hot man had kidnapped her, and just like in that dark romance she watched, maybe he was going to keep her captive until she agreed to marry him.
She cringed so hard at the wild imagination.
How she hated those tropes.
She knew for a fact that her anger issues would never let her survive that kind of situationship, and girls who actually fell in love with their kidnappers were utterly stupid to her.
Oh yes!! That had to be it.
But if that was truly the explanation, then the useless kidnapper deserved a slap for making her land in poop.
Oh God, some of it even got into her mouth.
How hideous.
She wanted to grab something—anything—and yank it apart just to release the bubbling rage boiling inside her at that moment.
"Now come out, man. Let's discuss this in a mature way."
She was only kidding.
Mature her ass.
She would make sure to grind the man's crotch so hard he would never, in this lifetime, think of kidnapping anyone again.
"Come on, man, don't keep me waiting."
She called out again, but nothing answered except the strange hooting of an owl.
Then, right at that moment, her expression changed.
Changed because one of her eyes could finally see a little better.
She looked around properly and gasped when she realized that the place—at least the structure, or whatever remained of it—was something she had never seen before.
The craftsmanship wasn't modern. If anything, it looked stone-age-ish, like something dragged out of some ancient survival movie.
If she wasn't wrong, she had definitely seen this kind of place in films before.
She laughed awkwardly.
Maybe she had really gone insane.
Because look at her now—seeing weird things and the fact that she could see snow drifting in through a broken patch in the wall made her blink twice.
Snow??
Isn't this summer??
Okay, this was getting scary.
And her body—
Wait.
What was she wearing?
And why did she feel so itchy and uncomfortable, like she had broken out in allergies all over? And the cold—
She was literally shivering.
Shaking like a drenched chicken left in the middle of a disaster to die as somebody's feast.
Then her hands found their way to her bosom, and she touched the outfit she was wearing. For some reason, it felt strange—rough in some places, too loose in others.
And what the heck was with her underpants feeling like a baby's nappy because she was confused as hell.
The clothes around her lower region were weird and way too soft.
Then she started checking the rest of herself.
This body…
Why did it feel so foreign?
She was never this slim.
Her stomach was so flat it looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks, and the way it growled like a mountain lion made her heart skip for a moment, thinking some beast had entered the hut.
Her ass was rounder.
Her waist was thinner.
And her upper region—her boobs—were in much better proportion than the body she knew.
That alone proved her theory.
She wasn't in her own body.
Oh, I definitely need the asylum because I have gone crazy.
She laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, but right then a mechanical chiming suddenly rang above her, almost deafening.
Gosh, my ears!!!
[Ding Ding Ding…]
It kept going until the female, already on the verge of losing it, snapped.
"Could you keep it down, machine or whatever you are? That's noise pollution!"
She gasped a little, relieved at the sudden silence, but still couldn't breathe properly because of the stench.
God save her.
What kind of animal lived in such a disgusting place?
[That was rude. Why don't you stop looking like a national thief and let me do my work?]
The unknown voice snapped back, and the female stared speechless.
If anyone saw her arguing with the air, she was definitely entering the mental hospital. That much was certain.
[Congratulations, Host! Although I shouldn't congratulate you because you have been nothing but an ass. Nevertheless, you have successfully transmigrated into the Beast World's Most Pathetic Starting Point!]
Silence reigned as she blinked at the statement.
"Excuse me, what the fuck was that??"
The voice ignored her completely.
[Binding complete.]
Binding what complete??
She was completely lost.
What exactly were they binding??
"You weird-ass voice, what are you binding me to—"
Before she could finish, a surging pain enveloped her forehead as a violent migraine hit her. She stumbled backward and landed right back into the poop.
"Arghhhhhhhh! My head—it hurts…"
She groaned as foreign memories began flooding into her mind.
The memories of the previous owner of this body.
The original host.
And from what she was seeing, irritation spread all over her face.
This body was useless.
Utterly useless.
The girl was lazy, dirty, considered a bad omen, tagged barren, mute, partially blind, and covered in severe patches across her face that could easily be mistaken for frog eggs.
And the most aggravating part?
She had been rejected by her tribe, cast out from the place, and abandoned in this lonely dump by her family and people to die alone.
Maybe Tessa would have felt a little pity for the host…
But that pity vanished the moment she saw the image of the girl chasing after a man like her life depended on it.
The insults she received, the humiliation—everything made Tessa tremble where she sat as the memories kept pouring in.
"You're nothing but a dirty, ugly pig. No one wants you."
That was the chant thrown at her again and again until she was finally discarded and left in this horrendous place to die.
And the poop…
Everything disgusting she was currently suffering through?
The original host had caused it all.
Just how dirty was she??
And to run after a man like that?
How spineless was she?
Like girl, get a backbone.
Her mind was so clouded by the memories that she didn't even notice at first that the host was a cat.
The tribe men too.
All of them were cats.
Her whole world tilted.
Beastmen??
She was in a world of beastmen.
And the female…
Tessa Yun.
A name almost identical to the one she had in her original world.
Tessa had no idea if this was fortune or a curse, but one thing was certain—
She was doomed.
How was she supposed to survive in a world like this with such a seemingly useless body?
[Welcome to the Beast World Famine Relief, Agricultural Civilization, and Househusband Management System 009!]
[Aka: Ridiculous Rural Riches System.]
[Mission: Prevent famine. Build wealth. Civilize barbarians. Feed handsome men.]
Tessa's eyes bulged.
"Kill me already. Gosh, I am so dead."