– ABS – Chapter 3

ABS- Chapter 3: The Gentle Cage of the Fierce Tiger

“ROAR——!!!!”

A roar even more terrifying and overwhelmingly oppressive than any before exploded like a thunderclap in everyone’s ears!

This roar no longer carried pain or madness. Instead, it was pure, unchallengeable kingly authority!

The air itself seemed to freeze under the shockwave.

The sands and stones of the entire Greyjaw Ridge trembled violently!

Fangtooth and Dirty Claw’s charging bodies felt as if they had slammed into an invisible wall. They were blasted backward, blood bursting from all seven orifices, screaming as they flew through the air and crashed heavily to the ground. They twitched twice—and then went completely still.

Dead.

Just a single roar had killed two adult hyena beastmen.

Everyone was completely stunned.

And the next second, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.

The snow-white giant tiger on the altar slowly raised its right forepaw—thick as a jade pillar.

That paw was enormous. Even its meat pad was larger than an adult beastman’s head. The claws, though not extended, still revealed obsidian-like sharp tips glinting with deadly cold light.

Lin Shengsheng’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.

She thought she was going to die too.

However, that claw—capable of shattering mountains—descended above her head with astonishing gentleness.

It did not strike down.

Instead… it gently hooked.

The curved, hard tip of the tiger’s claw precisely caught the worn animal hide beneath her.

Then, with a slight pull—

Lin Shengsheng suddenly felt the ground beneath her vanish. Her entire body, along with the hide, was lifted by an irresistible force, drawn into the air in a small arc.

“Ah!”

She let out a short instinctive cry.

The sensation of weightlessness lasted only a second.

The next moment, she landed in a warm, broad, and vividly alive… embrace.

No—it wasn’t exactly an embrace.

She was lying entirely on the giant tiger’s warm, soft abdomen.

Beneath her was thick, smooth white fur that rose and fell gently with steady breathing. The scent in the air was no longer decay and blood, but something clean and intensely invasive—mixed with sunlight, wind, and the overwhelming masculine aura of a top predator.

Around her, the giant tiger’s massive body curled slightly. Its long tail looped behind and gently rested over her back, enclosing her completely within an absolute territory—one no one else could see or touch.

She had been… claimed.

After doing all this, Yuan slowly raised his noble head. His cold golden vertical pupils swept over the tiny, filthy ants below the altar like twin blazing suns of judgment.

There was no anger. No killing intent.

Only pure indifference, carved into his bloodline.

And undeniable possession.

Mine.

This little thing… is mine.

Whoever dares touch her—dies.

“Thud!”

Someone could no longer withstand the overwhelming pressure and collapsed to their knees.

Then a second. A third.

Like dominoes falling, every standing beastman of the Broken Tooth Tribe collapsed to the ground. They trembled like leaves in an autumn storm, not daring to breathe.

The one-eyed old chief had gone completely pale, his lips trembling so hard he could not utter a single word.

Only now did he finally realize—

What they had provoked was not some “Mountain God” they could casually worship.

But a being they weren’t even qualified to look up to—

An ancient king.

“Run… run away…”

Someone finally choked out those words in tears.

That sentence was like a pardon.

All the hyena beastmen snapped back to their senses and scrambled up in terror, screaming in distorted panic as they fled without looking back.

They ran as if their lives depended on growing extra legs, desperate to escape that white shadow of death.

In the chaos, some tripped and were immediately trampled over by those behind them without mercy, not even having time to scream.

Leya was among those fleeing.

She ran faster than anyone, her beautiful face covered in tears and snot, no longer any trace of her usual pretended gentleness—only raw, primitive fear and disgrace.

But deep within that fear, in the moment she glanced back at the altar, a venomous hatred colder than a serpent flickered in her eyes.

Lin Shengsheng…

This should have been mine!

Just wait! Just you wait!

…

The chaos came quickly—and ended just as fast.

Within mere tens of seconds, the area around the altar that had been crowded with beastmen was now completely empty, leaving only two cold corpses and a mess of scattered footprints.

The world fell silent once again.

Lin Shengsheng lay on the giant tiger’s abdomen, completely stunned.

She was still alive.

For now… she was safe.

That realization finally allowed the nerves that had been stretched to their absolute limit to loosen slightly.

And immediately after, an indescribable, absurd feeling surged into her mind.

She lowered her head and could see the thick, soft white fur beneath her, rising and falling like waves with the giant tiger’s steady breathing.

She lifted her gaze and saw the smooth, powerful jawline of the giant tiger, along with its massive, fluffy head.

She had been held by a tiger—like a plush toy—cradled in its arms.

What was this supposed to be?

A top-tier apocalypse genetic physician, transmigrated into the beast world, and her starter reward was… a “fierce tiger body pillow”?

The corner of Lin Shengsheng’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She tried to move, attempting to crawl out of this overly warm “cage.”

But the moment she shifted, the large fluffy tail draped over her back suddenly tightened.

It wasn’t painful—but it carried an unmistakable meaning of refusal.

At the same time, a low, clearly displeased murmur came from above her head.

“Gur…”

Lin Shengsheng froze instantly.

Alright.

The body pillow didn’t seem very willing.

She didn’t dare move again.

She could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within this massive body beneath her. If it wanted to, a single roll would be enough to crush her into a thin sheet of meat.

Under someone’s roof… no, under a tiger’s roof, one had to behave like a proper “guest.”

Lin Shengsheng gave up struggling and resigned herself to her fate, lying back down and burying her face into the warm, soft fur.

Mm… not bad, actually.

Soft and warm, with a very pleasant scent—like sunlight dried into fabric.

If one ignored the overwhelming sense of pressure and the ever-present danger to her life, this was absolutely the most luxurious “mattress” she had ever slept on in both her lives.

Fatigue surged back again.

Lin Shengsheng’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually sinking into drowsiness.