Beastman Reboot: My Three Disabled Mates

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity.

The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure.

In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough.

Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved.

Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess.

Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together.

When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first.

"Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen."

I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway?

In a primitive society, strength is everything.

I opened my eyes. The searing pain from the poison still lingered.

"You have both perished in the mortal world, yet your souls were sent here by the Main God. Two identities now lie before you.

"The first is to become a powerful beast woman in this world. The second is to become a saintess. Have you decided who will be the saintess and who will be the beast woman?"

The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority.

We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home.

When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes.

The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation.

"A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said.

After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female could even have multiple mates.

To Lydia, this sounded like the life of an empress.

She shoved me toward the center of the wild beasts, smiling as she watched. "Ella, you've lived in the Miller family in my place for so many years, so you probably can't handle hardship.

"Let these powerful beastmen take good care of you. After all, this is