Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 1

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**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 1: Somebody Please Save Me**

“Dig it! Dig it out! Come on, give me that beast core!”

F-268, Astralis Forest.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the pond that sparkled like polished glass. A figure stood confidently atop a massive beast, its size comparable to that of a semi-truck. Clad in a sleek combat suit, Emma Tibarn wielded a 6.5-foot-long blade that crackled with vibrant blue lightning, a testament to her formidable prowess. With a swift, powerful swing, she drove the steel deep into the creature’s skull, sending a shower of sparks erupting into the air.

“Ha! Rank 4 beast core!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing out triumphantly among the trees, echoing her exhilaration.

A wild grin spread across her face, her heart racing with excitement. “I’m rich! I’m freaking rich! Just one more of these beauties, and I can walk away with nine smoking hot mates!” The thought filled her with a giddy thrill, a dream she had nurtured for far too long.

With a graceful leap, she descended from the beast’s head, her sword still humming with residual energy. The massive fang of the creature hit the ground with a resounding thud, a stark reminder of the battle that had just unfolded.

Emma’s mind drifted back to her first day in this strange, new world. Five long years had slipped by, yet the memory remained vivid, haunting her like a persistent nightmare.

It had been the summer following her freshman year. She had returned to her hometown, a bittersweet journey to visit her grandmother’s grave. As she descended the hillside, her foot slipped on the slick stone, and the world spun around her. The next thing she knew, she awoke in a realm that felt utterly foreign. A winged pig charged at her, a bizarre sight that seemed ripped from a twisted cartoon.

Fortunately, fate had smiled upon her that day. A nearby hunting squad had spotted her, rushed to her aid, and escorted her to the nearest city. It was then that the harsh reality hit her: she was no longer on Earth. She had landed smack in the middle of an interstellar empire inhabited by therians, beings she had only read about in fantasy novels.

Once just an ordinary human girl—small, fragile, and overwhelmed—she had often contemplated the absurd notion of smashing her head against a wall, hoping to reset her existence and return home.

But then, a revelation struck her like lightning: in this world, females were revered like queens.

The gender imbalance was staggering. There were far more males than females, which meant that women received the royal treatment—lavish homes, generous stipends, and the most enticing perk of all: the Beastmate System.

At the age of twenty-three, upon awakening their unique abilities, females were assigned nine partners simultaneously. Every two years, they could draft a new selection. The possibilities were endless. If a woman could manage the lineup, she could collect mates as easily as one might gather baseball cards.

Emma didn’t need a stadium full of admirers. Nine was more than enough for her petite frame. Anything beyond that might just overwhelm her, especially when it came to the honeymoon phase.

Thus, awakening was not just a goal; it was essential.

The Intergalactic Awakening Division distributed Divine Seeds without charge. Rumor had it that these seeds originated from the very root of the Beast God. Approximately sixty percent of beastfolk who consumed one found themselves ignited with extraordinary powers, earning the coveted title of Etherians—blessed with lifespans extending eight to twelve centuries. The unfortunate remainder? They became Subtherians, cursed with a mere 120 years to live.

Emma had been fortunate. Within a month, her abilities—rooted in lightning and water—ignited like a spectacular fireworks display, filling her with a sense of hope and determination.

Then came the government’s decision to relocate her from S-1231, a forgotten corner of the empire, to F-268. She envisioned a life of ease—collecting her allowance, residing in a luxurious home, leveling up at her own pace, all while eagerly anticipating her twenty-third birthday.

It sounded like a dream come true. Nine gorgeous males vying for her attention every night? Yes, she could definitely live with that.

However, that dream quickly turned into a nightmare. She soon discovered that the matching process was based on rank. Low-tier females were paired only with low-tier males. The higher one’s rank, the more attractive one’s lineup. Some low-tier males… well, let’s just say they weren’t exactly poster material.

Emma was honest enough to admit it. She could tolerate being broke, but ugly mates? No, thank you.

Thus began her relentless pursuit of power and resources.

To ascend the ranks, there was only one path: she needed to crack open a beast or a Chitinid and claim its core for herself.

Most females in the Empire enjoyed the privilege of family wealth and protective squads. Emma? She was utterly alone—without a family name, without resources, and without any safety net.

Initially, she had tried to align herself with other females, but as soon as they realized she lacked a clan and was merely a rookie who had just awakened, they quickly distanced themselves. No one wanted the burden of a novice.