My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 90: Is This Thing for Real?

"So does that mean you don't have to worry about snake venom anymore?"

But the hot spring had an owner too.

With Davy's habit of picking fights with rogue beastfolk from time to time, he probably needed the spring even more.

Claire looked at Davy.

"Do you hate Jeffrey personally, or do you just hate rogue beastfolk like him?"

"Both."

After that, Davy fell into his memories.

Twenty years ago, he was born.

At that time, he had just been a thin, tiny green snake. The moment he happily broke out of his shell, he saw his brothers and sisters surrounding him.

They had all been venomous snakes from the same mother.

Every single one of them had stared at him, the only non-venomous one, with greedy eyes full of killing intent, as if they wanted to fill their stomachs. It had made him tremble.

Back then, Davy had instinctively turned his head to look for his mother, but all he saw had been the desolate moonlight and a broken grass nest.

The largest venomous snake had been Jeffrey. He had been the first to hatch, and before Davy even came out of his egg, he had already swallowed several smaller snakes.

In truth, Jeffrey's stomach had already been full, but he still toyed with Davy, watching him turn and run, then led the other venomous snakes in a frantic chase.

Davy had run the entire night and only managed to escape at dawn.

By then, his body had been covered in wounds, all from forcing his way through thorny bushes.

At the time, Davy couldn't understand it. He had clearly smelled the scent of kin on those small venomous snakes, so why had his brothers and sisters wanted to eat him?

Heartbroken, he began a life of hiding.

He dug up roots, chewed tree bark, and tried fruits of every color. He had been lucky enough to survive.

Even though he was small, instinct still pushed him to hunt insects and small animals. He had caught earthworms and caterpillars, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to eat them and had let them go.

As he grew older, his body had gotten a little bigger.

Before reaching adulthood, he ran into his former kin again, Jeffrey.

By then, Jeffrey had grown into a fairly large king cobra. Looking at the somewhat thin little green snake, he had actually mocked him.

"Wow, you're doing pretty badly. Haven't you regretted it countless times? If you knew life would be this hard, wouldn't it have been better if I had eaten you the moment you were born? Hahaha!"

After Jeffrey's ruthless ridicule, Davy had slipped away in embarrassment.

Jeffrey didn't chase him. Davy looked so skinny that he wasn't worth eating.

After that, Davy kept running into Jeffrey, and of course, he also encountered many other cold-blooded rogue beastfolk.

Not a single beastfolk had helped him. They all treated him as entertainment, wishing they could beat him to death and eat him.

Slowly, he realized that this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.

By chance, he ended up eating his first piece of meat.

He cried as he swallowed it frantically. The meat slid through his mouth, and he didn't dare chew too much, afraid he would grow to like the taste.

His body quickly grew larger.

From then on, every few months, Davy would binge on meat, while the rest of the time he stuck mostly to plant food.

His size grew rapidly. The next time he met Jeffrey, he realized that he was now much, much bigger than him.

That was when the revenge began.

Davy rampaged through the forest, searching for rogue beastfolk and defeating them one by one. Some died, some were injured, and the ones who survived fled.

At the same time, a rumor spread.

There was a rogue beastfolk killer in the forest.

Davy destroyed many rogue beastfolk nests, and Jeffrey suffered greatly because of it.

"Oh, no wonder you hate rogue beastfolk so much. If it were me, I'd feel the same. But if you think about it, Jeffrey is still your brother, and he still tried to kill you."

Davy lowered his head silently.

"That's just how rogue beastfolk are. Bloodthirsty, violent, selfish, and cold. But I think that since rogue beastfolk are still beastfolk, they should follow the rules set by the Beast God. They shouldn't just slaughter their own kind. That's why I want to get rid of my identity as a cold-blooded beastfolk."

He had seen too many cruel acts from cold-blooded beastfolk, and he himself had been rejected and hunted by them. That was why he was determined to grow stronger and become someone above them.

Davy had worked very hard, which was how he became a Level 3 beastfolk.

No one knew how much he had suffered for it.

Claire wanted to pat his head to comfort him, but she realized that even standing up, she still couldn't reach the top of his head.

And Davy was sitting down.

"Davy, you're amazing! You've been chasing your dream all on your own. I really admire you!"

Claire didn't hold back her praise.

She thought about her past life. Trying to get pregnant, failing, trying again, still failing. Disappointment after disappointment, yet she kept going, all for her dream of becoming a mother.

The two of them were so similar.

Now, even though she had been transported to the Beast World, she had still achieved her dream in a way.

Davy would definitely be able to break free from being a cold-blooded beastfolk too.

But then she turned to look at the bright red, juicy Ember Fruit.

Could something that unbelievable really be true?