After the Beast God arranged our identities, he sent us to the beastkin continent.
In our previous life, Lydia originally wanted to possess supreme power and enjoy being surrounded by beautiful men. However, her inability to transform shattered all those dreams.
In our previous life, Lydia despised the three males by her side and treated them terribly. She was used to being human. How could she possibly adapt to beastkin tribe customs?
What she didn't know was that transformation required gathering enough power. She was lazy and idle, sitting around the tribe all day, enjoying the fruits of others' labor.
The three males by her side already suffered from congenital defects, and with her abuse on top of that, they naturally couldn't compare to other beastmen. Failing to catch prey was a common occurrence.
Lydia showed them nothing but contempt for this. When she finally managed to transform, malnutrition left her human form completely unattractive. Compared to my radiant and slender figure, she looked like a female gorilla.
She regretted it deeply, but the beastkin tribe had rules. Only when a bonded beastman died or when someone became the beastman king could they choose new males.
So, when another tribe attacked the Clearspring tribe where she lived, she used herself as bait and pushed her three males into a trap laid by other beastmen.
After they died, Lydia busied herself seducing other males. She set her sights on the charming snake-men and the ape-men, whose habits were closest to humans.
However, snake-men were notoriously lustful, and ape-men were different from other races. Their females were shared by the entire tribe.
These two groups were the most despised existence on the entire continent. What awaited Lydia was torment worse than death.
Eventually, when a new King of All Beastkin emerged, all beastmen had to attend a ritual ceremony in the deepest part of the jungle.
Lydia saw me surrounded by handsome men who treasured me above all else and personally attended to everything for me. At the ceremony, I became the Beast Queen with an incomparably noble status.
Driven mad with jealousy, she lured me to a poison swamp in the jungle and pushed me in. The tendons in my hands and feet had been severed, so I had no strength to resist.
"Ella Miller, you stole my identity and enjoyed 20 years of my life back then. Why should you possess everything I desire here as well?
"You're the one who stole what belonged to me. Go to hell!"
Thinking about everything from my previous life, something dark and unreadable flashed through my eyes.
Lydia was the long-lost legitimate daughter. I was the adopted daughter raised by the Miller family.
Later, when the Miller family found Lydia, they couldn't bear to part with me after all our years together, so they begged me to stay. Out of gratitude for the Miller family raising me and guilt toward Lydia, I stayed with them.
But I regretted this decision. There were countless ways to repay their kindness, yet I chose the most foolish one.
In the life that followed, the Miller family gradually shifted their hearts toward Lydia. When Lydia's grades weren't as good as mine, they demanded I give her my guaranteed university admission slot and even let her change my major.
When Lydia fell for my fiance, they changed the engagement and handed my happiness to her.
Even my brother, who had always favored me, gradually grew to pity Lydia for the hardships she had endured. He believed I was a thief and took his anger out on me whenever Lydia framed me, which happened countless times.
She told everyone that I had enjoyed the life that belonged to her. In everyone else's eyes, I became the thief who stole her life.
But I truly had replaced Lydia as the young lady of the household for 20 years. The Miller family raised me, and that debt was real and undeniable.
Now, the debts from my previous life were settled. Even when given a second chance, I still let her choose first.
A smile bloomed at the corner of my eyes. From this moment on, Lydia and I owed each other nothing.
