[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-beast-gacha-system-all-mine":3,"chapter-beast-gacha-system-all-mine-beast-gacha-system-all-mine-chapter-91":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Beast Gacha System: All Mine",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1083233,1407,"Chapter 91: Princess","beast-gacha-system-all-mine-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>\"Umm... then... Uncle Dad...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rinne’s voice hesitantly cut through the comfortable dinner chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BHWAHAHHWAHAHAWHAHAHHAHAH—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BLAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oathran immediately passed away. He doubled over, his horns thumping against the solid oak table, shoulders shaking violently as he gasped for air between wheezing, honking paroxysms of pure mirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked less like the great Dragon Lord and more like a man who had just been spiritually assassinated by a teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arkai followed a split second later, his own roar of laughter deeper, more ragged. He clapped a hand over his eyes, as if trying to physically shield himself from the title, but his entire body was convulsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid halfway down his chair, dignifiedly wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the table, Anton Vasiliev froze, a spoonful of broth suspended halfway to his mouth. He was confused, his jaw unhinged in shock, his throat trying to remember how to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia simply closed her eyes and brought her fingertips to her temples, applying steady pressure. A deep, soul-weary sigh escaped her. Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person in question, Eastiel, the Werelion King, the newest and most volatile addition to this chaotic constellation, blinked. Then, the blood rushed to his face in a single wave. His sun kissed skin turned a shade of crimson so vibrant it seemed to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHO’S YOUR UNCLE DAD?!\" he roared, the title tearing from his throat like an insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’re barely twenty years older than me!\" Rinne protested, his young face earnestly confused. He pointed a finger. \"Lord Father is 102 years old!\" The finger swung. \"And God Father is... uh...\" He paused, brow furrowed, and leaned toward Cecilia, dropping his voice to a stage whisper the entire table could hear. \"God Father is how old, Lord Mother...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four hundred and thirty,\" Cecilia supplied dryly, not opening her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rinne’s eyes went wide with realization. He turned back to the steaming Eastiel, his voice rising with logic. \"Four hundred thirty! You’re barely older than that bad cousin of mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then promptly leaned back toward Cecilia, whispering again, this time with genuine awe. \"What? God Father is that old...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the final blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BHAWHAHAWHWAHHAHAHWHAHAH—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oathran saw the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the depths of the table, a fresh, wheezing keen emerged. Oathran had been trying to recover and was sent right back over the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who wants to be called anything by you?!\" Eastiel shot to his feet, his chair screeching back. He pointed a trembling finger at Rinne, his face still a spectacular, mortified red. \"Just call me ’Lord’ or ’Your Majesty’ like every other person!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rinne, unfazed by the fury, tilted his head. \"But you’re not even my uncle’s age,\" he reasoned. \"’Uncle Dad’ is already a compromise. Do you... want me to call you ’Brother Dad’ instead? That sounds weirder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BRO—\" Eastiel’s protest died in a strangled gasp as another wave of hysterics hit the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BAHWAHHAHWAHAHWHAHWHA—Cec—Ark—anyon—end my sufferi—\" Oathran leaned sideways on the chair, deflated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arkai, who had managed to regain a sliver of composure, lost it again at ’Brother Dad’. A choked, wet sound escaped him— \"—ugh—pffft—\" before he buried his face in his napkin, his shoulders quaking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. The Lion King’s dignity was in tatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"STOP LAUGHING, YOU OLD FOSSILS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the dinner dishes were served, Arkai had gathered his captains and the guards of his own keep. He posed one question.How did she get past you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answers, when pieced together, painted a familiar picture. Elara Vasiliev, of course, had not used magic or muscle. She had employed the oldest, most insidious weapons in a courtier’s arsenal. Social manipulation, strategic distraction, and the presumption of privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d used the standard noblewoman’s playbook. A dropped handkerchief requiring assistance, a sudden, fainting spell near a post, a request for directions delivered with vulnerable, wide-eyed distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When subtle bribery with jewels that was instantly reported by his loyal wolves, failed, she switched tactics. She cleverly exploited chain-of-command confusion and the natural deference to a ’lady of her station’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Cousin Arkai summoned me for a private word.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I only wish to catch a glimpse of my husband’s window, to ease my heart.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never asked to be taken directly to Arkai’s wing. She’d asked for innocuous, adjacent things, weaving a path herself from one ’helpful’ servant to the next, each thinking they were aiding a grieving wife, not a venomous infiltrator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arkai’s jaw tightened as the report concluded. The failure was systemic. Perhaps more like a breach in their cultural defense against guile, not their physical security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he moved to fix it. Those who had been willfully negligent were punished. Those who had been naively trusting were disciplined, re-drilled on protocol until the words ’access is never granted without direct, verified permission from the Alpha or his Beta’ were etched into their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would not happen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man returned to Cecilia’s side and ate dinner with everyone else, only to get into this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Family, huh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia finished her meal quietly amidst the lingering aftershocks of the ’Uncle Dad’ incident. Pleading a need for air, she excused herself. She waved off the immediate offers, from Oathran’s raised brow, Arkai’s concerned look, even Rinne’s and Eastiel’s eager hop to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Anton Vasiliev slowly pushed back his chair, offering an arm, she accepted with a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Father and Former-Daughter-in-law walked side by side through Winter’s Keep’s moon-drenched corridors. It was silent. The only sounds were the whisper of their steps on stone and the distant howl of the wind beyond the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few peaceful heartbeats, a shared chuckle passed between them. Of course, what the fuck was their life now, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How’s your body, Father?\" Cecilia asked warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton’s smile was small in the dim light. \"Not bad at all,\" he said. \"The body remembers how to live, it seems. Especially when given a reason.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see,\" Cecilia nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked on, their path diverging from the well-trodden routes to the keep’s older architecture. The bones of the fortress, untouched by recent renovations. The air grew colder, smelling of ancient stone and packed earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the deep, silent spine of Winter’s Keep, a place of storerooms, old armories, and... well, secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at a heavy, iron-bound door at the end of a narrow passage, far from any murmur of life. A pair of Arkai’s personal guards stood watch, their postures relaxed but their eyes missing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They recognized Anton immediately, and their gaze flicked to Cecilia with a flicker of something like awe. Without a word, they bowed at them and pushed the door inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room beyond was a secure infirmary. Spartan, clean, warmed by a banked hearth. And in it, three figures who had been resting on cots or pacing the limited floor space jolted to attention at the sound of the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three tigers. Their forms were near-humanoid or half-beast now, still with the predatory grace and the keen tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregor. Thalia. Piotr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes landed first on Anton. Their lord, alive and walking. Relief washed over them. \"Lord—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their gaze slid to the woman beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? P-Princess...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Princess. What a nostalgic title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had it been since they’d seen her?\u003C\u002Fp>",1200,"2026-06-03T10:47:30.409Z",1,"novelbin.me","f7eb9a65cb61239511646d0994a1c89ad0f12c6f522bea135290a55d90f033be","beast-gacha-system-all-mine-chapter-92","beast-gacha-system-all-mine-chapter-90",410,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbeast-gacha-system-all-mine-cover.jpg"]