Claimed By The Exiled Tiger King

Chapter 4

Word Count: 804 | Released on: 11/05/2026

massive boar, a greedy, hungry light in them. But no one moved.

of vines. "This," she announced, her voice ringing with newfou

rough the crowd. They thought the

l open, and a cascade of huge, dirt-cov

instantly, replaced by stu

"Is this a joke? You bring us mud and roc

and his face went pale. He stumbled back in terror.

recoiled as if the tube

rity, made his way through the parting crowd. The Shaman, Gifford Martin

is voice raspy with age and power, "clansmen, starving, ate the spro

us food, she brought us poison! She means t

veral young warriors raised their spears

in front of her, a shield of tense muscle and killing intent

te. "The Star-Gods warned me: when the Devil's Root grows green skin and sprouts 'serpent tongues,' a dark poiso

ns were met with heavy doubt. The concept of hidden poisons entering and

defy the Shaman's authority, not when it was a matter of life and deat

The wall of ignorance was

n acted. He reached down and picked up one o

e went si

no trace of doubt, only a question. "You said thi

aze. A lump formed in her throat. She nodded, her voice

s all h

the Shaman. "I will test it," he announ

widened in disbelief. To willingl

fool's death. But it

as iron, "it proves she is innocent. And y

ot a free boar. If he lived, they got a new food source and a wa

, don't! It's not poisonous, but eating that much raw starch wi

it with his own. His thumb brushed the back of her hand,

ified, hateful, and hopeful eyes, Bronson

as he bit off a huge chunk. He chewed it, dirt

alight with vicious anticipation, wai

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Cong Jin Romance

“The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen. My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive. The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest. I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman. But Chelsea wouldn't stop. She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property. I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength. As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run. Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan. "She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."”