Starting Out As The God of Beasts

The heavy oak door of Room 301 swung shut with a quiet, hollow click.

The moment the lock engaged, the fabricated expressions of helpless, timid refugees vanished instantly from their faces.

The thick tension that had hung in the air dissolved, replaced by a cold, suffocating silence as Roy drew in a long, deliberate breath of the stale room air.

Beside him, Eurenia bit her lower lip so hard her jaw quivered.

Without a second of delay, the shapeshifting spell covering her body dissolved like mist in the morning sun.

Her human illusion faded, revealing her true form—sleek, silver leopard fur, sharp predatory ears, and a long, agitated tail that lashed against her thigh.

Since the divine technique bestowed upon them allowed instant, unrestricted transformation, she saw no reason to maintain the human facade behind closed doors.

Alisa followed suit a second later, her black hair and emerald eyes giving way to her true beastwoman features.

She clenched her small fists until her knuckles turned white, her sharp, golden eyes fixing onto Roy.

Roy stood with his back to the door, his face completely void of emotion.

The quiet stillness stretched for several seconds until, suddenly, his lips curved into a warm, serene smile.

He turned to face his Duchesses, casually leaning back against the wooden frame.

"So... how was the tour of the city?"

Eurenia let out a sharp sneer, her golden eyes flashing with raw, unadulterated venom.

"Humans truly are utter trash! Despicable, filthy thugs who look at others’ property with nothing but disgusting lust!

They are a disease upon this plane, Lord Apostle—they must be purged from the face of the earth!"

Alisa remained silent, though the tight, suppressed tremor in her posture mirrored Eurenia’s rage.

Roy shook his head gently, his smile remaining calm and unfazed as he folded his arms across his chest. "Calm yourself, Eurenia. Yes, many humans in this realm are scum, driven purely by basic desires and predatory arrogance.

But you must remember—humans, as a species, are among the most blessed by the world’s natural laws.

Their affinity for rapid cultivation and structural order is precisely why they dominate this continent."

His golden-crimson eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a cold, divine weight. "Not all humans across the cosmos are like the ones you see here.

However... Kaelos City is indeed a nest built upon sin, cruelty, and unholy arrogance. It is a place that must be purged without a shred of mercy.

And rest assured, it will not be long before this entire city crumbles beneath the absolute wrath of the God of Beasts."

Roy raised a hand, gesturing for Eurenia to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "For now, you must remain calm and focused. Tomorrow morning, the news of our arrival will spread across every corner of Kaelos City like wildfire."

Both Eurenia and Alisa blinked, their feline ears twitching in genuine confusion.

"Spread?" Alisa asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity. "Lord Apostle... how could news of three ordinary travelers spread that quickly?

We only spoke to two guards and an innkeeper."

They had no way of knowing that Roy’s divine authority was already silently at work.

During their brief interaction at the gate and the inn counter, Roy had quietly activated his Divine Authority of Mindcraft.

Without making a single hand sign or releasing a trace of spiritual aura, he had embedded subtle, irresistible psychological cues deep within the minds of both the sentry and the greedy innkeeper.

The subconscious command was simple, insidious, and absolute: Brag to everyone you meet.

Describe the staggering, unmatched beauty of the traveler’s two wives, and emphasize how weak, mundane, and helpless the husband is.

By sunrise, those psychological seeds would bloom.

Driven by an unnatural, compulsive urge to boast, both the guard and the innkeeper would tell every cultivator, patrol officer, and mercenary they crossed paths with about the two goddess-like women staying at The Sleeping Boar Inn.

Ignoring the lingering confusion on his Duchesses’ faces, Roy continued in a smooth, commanding tone. "When the news spreads, countless men across this city will come flocking to this inn like flies to fresh meat.

When they arrive, your instructions are absolute: you are to reject every single one of them with absolute coldness.

You will declare, publicly and repeatedly, that you are deeply, passionately in love with your husband and would rather die than look at another man."

A subtle, dark smirk played across Roy’s lips.

"When those arrogant cultivators realize they are being utterly rejected in favor of a helpless, ’mundane’ man, their pride will implode.

They will hate me to the very marrow of their bones. And when their envy drives them to act..."

He let the sentence hang, his golden-crimson eyes glinting with terrifying anticipation.

"That is when our main plan truly begins."

Roy straightened his posture, his expression hardening into a stern, unyielding warning.

"Until then, you are not to reveal your true beastman forms under any circumstances. Kaelos City hates our kin to the bone.

If your disguises slip prematurely, they will not hesitate to mobilize the entire garrison to hunt you down before our trap is fully set. Maintain your human illusions, stay in this room, and wait."

The next morning broke grey and damp.

Deep beneath the central administrative district of Kaelos City, far away from the quiet hallways of The Sleeping Boar Inn, lay the subterranean prison.

The air in the damp stone corridors was thick with the stench of copper, mold, and despair.

Hundreds of captured Crimson-Spotted Leopard-kin were chained to cold iron posts, their blood dripping onto the muddy floor as human hunters casually took turns whipping, burning, and tormenting them.

Walking down the central stone walkway was Mayor Henar of Kaelos City.

Draped in fine velvet robes lined with fur, the Mayor walked with his hands folded neatly behind his back, a cruel, satisfied smile gracing his face as he watched the beastmen bleed.

Beside him walked Warden Bass, a formidable Martial Master who governed the underground facility.

The Warden walked half a step behind the Mayor, bowing his head respectfully with every word.

"You have maintained excellent discipline here, Warden Bass," Mayor Henar remarked smoothly, his eyes lingering on a weeping leopard-kin child in a nearby cage.

"A broken beast is a useful beast. Keep starving them. By the time the Glorious Mythical Sect’s transport arrives, I want these creatures too weak to even lift their heads."

Warden Bass bowed deeply, a flattering smile cutting across his scarred face. "Your wisdom is absolute, Lord Mayor! It is entirely thanks to your brilliant leadership that Kaelos City has achieved such unprecedented glory.

With these A-class captives secured, our city’s standing with the grand sects will reach height never seen before!"

As they turned the corner toward the lower cell block, the sound of loud, boisterous voices echoed down the stone corridor.

A group of off-duty prison guards and hunters were gathered near an iron torch, engaged in an unusually heated, excited argument.

"...I’m telling you, continuous rumors are flying around the upper district!" one guard exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically.

"The sentry at the west gate saw them first! Two absolute goddesses! One with flowing crimson hair and golden eyes, the other with sleek black hair like silk!"

"And they’re married to a single, helpless mundane brat?" another hunter scoffed, spitting on the ground in disbelief.

"What kind of sick joke is that? A weakling holding two beauties like that in our city?"

"The innkeeper at The Sleeping Boar is offering drinks to anyone who helps him figure out a way to get the kid out of the picture!"

Mayor Henar brought his boots to a sudden halt, his dark eyebrows knitting together into a sharp, displeased frown.

Warden Bass instantly sensed the Mayor’s change in mood and stepped forward, clearing his throat loudly.

"Silence, you fools! You stand in the presence of the Lord Mayor!"

The guards froze, their faces turning pale as they immediately dropped to their knees, bowing their heads against the cold stone floor.

Mayor Henar stepped past the Warden, his cold, authoritative gaze locking onto the kneeling guards.

"A traveler and his beauties?" Mayor Henar asked, his voice low, demanding, and sharp as a razor.

"What ridiculous nonsense are you babbling about in my prison?"

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