Free Web NovelChapter 121: Chapter 121 Battle Ready Boys
Rosalind burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you catch Helena’s expression back there? She actually fainted! I can’t stop laughing. The daughter she threw away just waltzed back in looking like royalty and served it right back to her. Absolutely priceless."
The irony wasn’t lost on her—Helena had birthed talented daughters, yet she’d thrown away the most gifted one. The more Rosalind dwelled on it, the more hilarious it became.
Liam’s fingers threaded through her hair with tender affection.
His queen gossiping behind people’s backs was absolutely irresistible.
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Elara’s POV
The moment I touched down, everything else faded away—my eyes locked onto the Cornucopia that Kaelen had delivered. freēwebnovel.com
"Wait, is this one of your wedding presents?" I gasped.
Kaelen’s expression tightened with what looked like anxiety—like he was worried I might hate it.
Then my heels went flying through the air. Kaelen scrambled to catch them, watching in amazement as I launched myself straight onto the Cornucopia.
"Holy shit, this is an actual Cornucopia! I’m obsessed. I’m camping out here tonight," I beamed.
Relief flooded Kaelen’s face like a tidal wave, and I could practically see his chest swelling with pride as he stood there, one hand casually pocketed, the other clutching my heels, his eyes burning with smugness and adoration.
I could tell he was thrilled that out of every single wedding gift, I’d chosen his as my favorite. The way he looked at me suggested he thought this meant I was falling for him—and honestly, with his endless wealth matching my love of riches, maybe we were meant to be.
"You sneaky bastard. Not only are you gorgeous, but your wedding gift is absolutely killer too," I said, laying the praise on thick.
Kaelen’s lips curved into a wicked smirk as he moved closer to scoop me up. That’s when the other six stormed in.
Perfect timing—the whole crew was here. I could feel the tension crackling in the air, those intense stares, that heavy energy. They were all wound up and ready to explode.
Time for the main event?
I couldn’t contain my amusement, grinning like I’d just won the lottery. As laughter bubbled out of me, the gift box the system had dropped off earlier slipped from my grasp.
All seven gorgeous men crowded around, looking just as baffled as I felt. Everyone wanted to know what surprise the system had cooked up.
The box clicked open. Inside sat a metallic sphere sporting two buttons, with a instruction manual tucked beneath.
The text read: "Virtual Battlefield Simulator: Sick of your beast husbands tearing each other apart? Stressed about managing all that testosterone? Your problems are solved—this simulator’s got you covered."
"How it works: Once you fire this baby up, it can handle up to ten SSS-class spiritual power beastmen. Fight to your heart’s content with zero consequences. Any damage gets wiped clean the second you step out."
"Let loose all that built-up aggression; 18 battlegrounds, 18 combat styles. Exploration, brain-teasers, tower raids. If you think you’re tough enough, prove it."
I stared at the thing, speechless.
Holy hell. This is brilliant. I don’t even need to orchestrate drama—the system just handed it to me on a silver platter.
The other seven traded uncertain looks.
They all found the system’s gift bizarre. None of them had encountered anything like it before.
I snapped the box shut and flicked my fingers. Settling cross-legged on the Cornucopia, I surveyed my drop-dead gorgeous beast husbands. Honestly, I wanted every single one of them.
But I couldn’t just claim them all.
Was I trying to sign my own death warrant? Plus, I’d never manage to keep things perfectly balanced.
Let them hash this out among themselves.
"Boys, do you know what the four greatest pleasures in life are?" I asked.
They all shook their heads.
Excellent.
With seven smoldering gazes fixed on me, I cleared my throat and declared, "The four greatest pleasures in life are: wedding night, round two of wedding night, night after night, and oh yeah!"
The seven stunning beastmen snapped to attention instantly, like hunters catching a scent. Was I about to make my choice?
They rolled up their sleeves and wordlessly shouldered Silas aside. He’d already had his moment—what was he doing muscling in?
Silas didn’t give a damn. From his expression, it looked as though he wasn’t actually in the mood for action.
Kaelen smoothed his hair back first and flashed me a heart-stopping smile. He casually undid his top button, revealing just enough skin to make things interesting.
I glanced his way. He was absolutely savage in beast form, yet his human side was devastatingly refined. Combined with that face? Complete perfection.
Julian came next. The merman ripped off his formal jacket, showcasing his powerful, sculpted frame. Even through his shirt, every defined muscle was visible. He seemed gentle in water, but on dry land? Pure raw magnetism.
Exactly what I craved—someone with real strength. They’d need that stamina for what was coming.
Men should be built like warriors.
Weaklings?
Weaklings could step aside.
Dorian’s beast ears perked up. His twin tails swished back and forth right in everyone’s faces. He was the youngest—who gave a shit about pride? If it made me smile, he’d ditch every ounce of dignity he had.
