Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

In the Beast World Empire, at the main gate of the Wild Family's residence.

The heavy bronze door was more than two people tall, and the Ye family crest was cast on the door surface—a fox with its head held high, howling at the moon, with five tails trailing behind it, and dark red energy stones embedded in its eyes, coldly looking down at the steps below.

Ye Tang was grabbed by the arms by two guards and thrown out like a bag of trash.

Her body arced awkwardly through the air before crashing heavily onto the gravel-paved road, her knees slapping against sharp stones and burning with pain.

Her suitcase flew out right after, rolled twice on the ground, and the cheap buckles popped open with a snap, scattering several faded, frayed old clothes all over the floor.

Ye Tang lay on the rough, gravelly ground, her palms scraped raw, the blood seeping out mixed with tiny grains of sand, before she fainted.

A woman stood inside the gate, dressed in a well-tailored dark purple robe with flowing cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread at the hem, which made her appear noble and aloof.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes bore a slight resemblance to Ye Tang's, but her eyes held only a condescending indifference, as if she were looking at a broken tool, devoid of any extra emotion.

Ye Rouyun, the current head of the Ye family, is their proudest genius, an S-class female with strong mental abilities, and a sought-after figure by various major powers in the empire.

She was standing inside the doorway, sunlight streaming in from behind her, casting a distinct shadow across the threshold.

"With dual F-level mental strength, the Ye family has no need for trash like you." Ye Rouyun's voice was not loud, and her tone was calm and elegant, as if she were simply stating an objective fact.

Having said that, she didn't even want to waste time looking at Ye Tang again, so she turned around and walked back, her robe fluttering and stirring up a slight breeze.

Ye Tang lay there, her mind buzzing, as if a hundred drums were beating in her ears at the same time. A flood of memories poured into her brain like a burst dam, making her temples throb.

In the beast world, the female possesses mental power, pacifies riots, and is a beast husband.

A flood of fragmented information raced through her mind, images flashing by frame by frame. When she was three years old, she was first carried to the testing stone tablet, which lit up with a blinding red light, and the expectation on the faces of those around her instantly froze into disappointment.

Then, she was left to languish in a corner of the backyard for more than a decade. No one taught her anything, and she was only served food when the servants remembered. If they didn't remember, she would go hungry.

Just now, she was brought back to the testing stone tablet, which was also glowing red and displayed her mental strength level: FF.

Then, she was just thrown out like that.

It took her a full five minutes to process the original owner's memories, barely managing to piece together a rough outline. Only the pain emanating from her body allowed her to accept the fact that she had transmigrated.

This is a beast world. The intelligent race living on this continent is the beastmen, who are divided into females and males.

Male orcs are naturally strong and can awaken all sorts of abilities. Their bodies can withstand steel, and in their beast form, they are devastating. However, their genes contain a huge flaw.

Mental energy is constantly depleted during combat and the use of abilities. The mental energy field of each male orc is like a house built on the edge of a cliff. The more abilities are used, the more the foundation is eroded.

Once their mental breakdown exceeds the critical point, they will descend into a berserk riot, their reason completely consumed by their raging bestiality, becoming ruthless and indifferent to even their own family, until they die from exhaustion or are killed on the spot.

Female orcs, on the other hand, are almost incapable of awakening any combat power; their only ability is to soothe with their mental energy. Their mental energy is like a gentle hand, capable of guiding a male's mental energy back from the brink of collapse, smoothing away the twisted and torn cracks.

Females with high-level mental strength can even soothe multiple males at the same time, making them true pillars of strength on the battlefield.

For example, the original owner's family was full of females with high-level mental power, and the original owner's sisters were at least B-level mental power.

The problem is that there are too few families like the Noga, especially too few females.

The ratio of male to female in the entire Beastman world is approximately one to three hundred, meaning that there is only one female for every three hundred male Beastmen.

Imperial law explicitly stipulates that an adult female must have at least three male beasts.

This is not only a right, but also a responsibility. Every female with high-level mental power is a mobile mental power supply station, and their very existence is a strategic resource for the empire.

S-rank females are treasures that all factions would fight tooth and nail to keep, A-rank females are always surrounded by admirers, and B-rank females are also highly sought after.

While C- and D-rank families may not be as dazzling, they are certainly not lacking in food and clothing, and can be treated to good food and drink by any small or medium-sized family they visit.

But Class F is a useless class.

The original owner, Ye Tang, was a double F.

It's even worse than a scrapped grade.

The second test just ended today, and the Ye family kicked her out without any hesitation, even though the original owner was still in her growth period and needed the family's care.

Although the average lifespan of land-dwelling orcs is far shorter than that of sea-dwelling orcs, the higher their cultivation level, the longer their lifespan.

Although the empire did not have a clear rule, everyone generally agreed that one was considered to have left infancy at the age of 25, while the original owner was only eighteen years old.

The original owner was weak to begin with, often going hungry, and so physically weak that a gust of wind could blow him over. After being thrown out, he was emotionally agitated, and the fall caused him to collapse right outside the gate.

And so she came over. Ye Tang sat on the ground for a while, feeling the nausea and dizziness in her head slowly subside before she moved her numb hands and feet.

She first picked up the scattered clothes one by one, dusted them off, folded them neatly, and stuffed them back into her suitcase. Since the broken buckles couldn't be fastened, she picked a tough grass stem from the roadside and used it to tie the clothes around her twice.

Then she stood up, dusted herself off, looked up at the closed bronze gate of the Ye family, slowly raised her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and then flicked her middle finger straight out.

The standard international friendly gesture.

"What's wrong with being a double F?" Her voice was hoarse but her enunciation was clear, filled with the resentment of a 21st-century working-class person. "In the 21st century, I work overtime every day, earning nothing, toiling away to support the bosses and capitalists. Even my teachers say I'm the rising sun, the hope of the new century!"

"With such high standards, why don't you just go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"

She caught her breath, her rant growing more and more heated: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't underestimate a young and poor woman! Today you ignore me, tomorrow you won't be able to reach me!"

After cursing that bastard, she looked down at her own thin, bony hands and patted her chest in exasperation: "And you, you're a good-for-nothing too. So what if you were kicked out of the house? You couldn't even catch your breath? You don't even have that much mental fortitude. Now look what happened, you've gotten yourself off easy by letting me, the cheapskate, have it."