Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

“As a lowly Terran refugee in a brutal world, I risked my life to hunt a Level 4 beast just to qualify for the Imperium's advanced partner matching. I thought it was my ticket to a better life, but the system unexpectedly assigned me nine elite partners, and it quickly turned into a nightmare. Because of my refugee status, these high-level males despised me before we even met. The city's wealthiest billionaire called me from a fake account, pretending to be a starving, debt-ridden gambler just to scare me into canceling the match. An ancient aristocrat planned to lock me in his remote outer bailey, intending to use me as a disposable medical tool. And the military commander, Jaxon Stryker-the very man whose life I had just saved in the deadly Umbral Forest-sent his assistant to my cramped apartment. "Commander Stryker is prepared to offer you a substantial sum to terminate the contract." I looked at the astronomical number glowing on the credit chip. In their eyes, I was just a cheap burden, a gold-digging parasite that could be paid to go away. They had no idea that I had single-handedly slaughtered a giant pythonoid, nor did they know I was the fierce savior Jaxon was currently tearing the city apart to find. A cold smile spread across my face. "Tell your Commander that if he wants to terminate the contract, he can come tell me himself." I slammed the door in the assistant's face. Since they wanted to play games, I would show these arrogant elites exactly what this Terran refugee was made of.”