Chapter 101: The fox tribe will carry rocks on their delicate spine

​Hana didn’t argue. She watched him head into the substation kitchen and work his magic. She made sure to keep an eye not because she was curious, but because she didn’t want him to mess things up and she’d have to cook it all over from scratch.

And to her surprise, he was doing it all like she had instructed. There was no mistake in the spice, or the heat of the heater.

And thanks to that, she was able to have a delicious meal and not have to worry about stressing over the ingredients. It was perfect.

Raiden cooked enough for the other two to eat, and they laughed. Trying to put the stabbing incident behind them, but their eyes were still dark, heavy, and primal, watching for any lurking force that would pose a danger to her.

After eating, Hana checked on the female and her kits ones. She met the midwives and told them the dos and don’ts so the female could live longer and they obeyed, knowing Hana was no short of a miracle worker and hands that have been sent down by the beastgod.

After that was settled, she hit the hay, thoroughly exhausted despite having woken up just an hour ago.

But before she slept, she wondered why she had that dream about her last life, the moment she was betrayed. Did it mean anything?

She closed her eyes thinking, No. It’s just because I got fucked up again that I began to think of that time when they all fucked me up. She thought and opened her eyes, her gaze fierce and determined. Clara is not here, and she will never be here. This world belongs to me!

​The next morning, the sharp chime of her daily interface woke Hana. She blinked against the bright light of the LED, her vision automatically filling with the standard routine log.

> ​[Daily Login: Day 08]

> Maternal Status: 100% Repaired.

> Fetal Development: Day 08 / Dragon-Kin Lineage Active (Vigorous/Feeding).

> Current Balance: -887,880 Points.

> Note: No objective rewards processed in the last 24 hours.

​Hana’s brow furrowed deeply as she swiped the notification away. Negative 887k. The fact that she hadn’t received a single point reward in an entire day bugged her immensely.

Her account was bleeding out, and the system wasn’t throwing her any easy layouts. Well, she thought, her jaw tightening as she slid off the bed, I’ll get them back somehow. I always do.

​A few minutes later, Hana stood directly in front of the cave entrance, the bright sun casting her long shadow across the rock. Her dark eyes were fixed on the empty flats below.

​The health sector wasn’t grounded yet, but she wasn’t going to waste another hour. With a swift, authoritative sequence of commands, she inputted the automation codes into her tablet.

High above, the heavy-duty drones whirred to life, descending from the upper bays alongside the metallic robot builders.

She found the perfect spot for a hospital that was not five feet away from her home. She made it far on purpose because she didn’t want to be disturbed with the wailing and screaming of those being treated and in pain.

She needed her beauty sleep, too.

The machines immediately began drilling into the stone, clearing the debris to lay the heavy, reinforced foundation for the health sector right away.

​Raiden quickly moved behind her, carrying a sleek, mechanical chair he had dragged from the bunker inventory.

"Sit, love. The sun is entirely too fierce today," he murmured smoothly.

​Hana sat down, her posture rigid and cold as Raiden stepped to her side, holding a large, broad palm frond over her head to act as a personal shade.

High on the granite peaks above, Kulu was actively scouting the ridges, his crimson spear gleaming as he kept a hyper-vigilant lock on the valley.

Down in the trenches of the excavation site, Caspian was dealing pure destruction, using his massive dragon strength to shatter the larger boulders into usable gravel for the foundation.

​And in front of Hana’s chair, the entire Fox Tribe was on their knees in the dirt.

​They were completely silent, their heads bowed so low their noses almost touched the rock.

After the raw, demonic terror Raiden and Caspian had unleashed the day before, they couldn’t even form a single excuse. They were completely broken, waiting like cattle for whatever punishment she was about to drop on them.

Nearby, the loyal boar beastmen stood in a rigid, disciplined line, their heavy axes resting against their shoulders, completely silent as they waited for Hana’s command of the day.

"The Fox Tribe will clear the upper ledge," Hana commanded, her voice cutting through the mechanical hum of the drones like a sheet of ice.

She didn’t look down at the kneeling foxes, her dark eyes fixed entirely on the tablet interface as she calibrated the foundation grid.

"Every single boulder Caspian shatters, you will carry on your backs down to the trench. I want the foundation laid before the sun dips."

​Elder Meira’s seven tails twitched in the dirt, her voice trembling. "But... our kin are not built for such labor. We are weavers, illusionists... our bones are fragile—"

​"I don’t care," Hana cut her off, her tone flat and entirely devoid of human empathy. "If your bones are too fragile, use your illusion arts to lighten the load or trick your muscles. But if I catch a single one of you slacking off, or if my drone sensors flag a drop in your kinetic output, you won’t just be whipped. I’ll have the boars butcher you and turn your carcasses into manure for the soil. Do I make myself clear?"

​The Fox Chief slammed his forehead against the stone, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. "We obey, Rule of Eden. We obey."

​Hana turned her gaze to the disciplined line of boar beastmen. "Monitor them. If anyone drops a rock or tries to weave an illusion to hide in the brush, break their legs and throw them into the refuse pit."

​Leaving the flats to descend into a miserable, high-intensity labor camp, Hana stood up from her mechanical chair. A dull, pulsing throb had started behind her temples—a lingering side effect of the heavy adrenaline spike and the rapid cellular reconstruction from the day before.

It was an annoying interference in her thoughts.

​"I’m going inside,"