The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears Chapter 22: Survival of the Fittest

Kaelan Hawthorne interrupted with a soft tone, smiling.

"Seraphina Caldwell, next ti if there’s a Crystal Stone, could you consider first?"

He leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree, a faint smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

Yet his pale green eyes silently narrowed.

After all, who doesn’t want to beco stronger?

Especially in this world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong; strength is essential for survival.

Seraphina Caldwell thought it over and felt the need to clarify the situation.

She knew that if the rules weren’t made clear now, similar disputes would only increase in the future.

The team needs order, and it also needs trust.

"You can all see that Wyatt Yardley is just a step away from ascending to Green Rank. With this Crystal, he can successfully break through. Having one more Green Rank fighting force increases our chance of survival."

"In the future, when we acquire Crystal Stones, I will distribute them according to everyone’s rank. Does anyone have any objections?"

After speaking, her gaze slowly swept over each person’s face.

This wasn’t charity, nor favoritism; it was a carefully considered allocation chanism.

Lower-ranked mbers must be given priority to swiftly enhance the team’s overall strength.

This is strategy and responsibility alike.

Her words stunned everyone.

The previously noisy atmosphere suddenly beca silent.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

No one expected Seraphina Caldwell to plan future resource distribution so calmly.

Originally, they thought her giving Wyatt Yardley the Crystal Stone was a spur-of-the-mont decision, not realizing she had long decided on the distribution plan.

Previously, they all assud this was rely a temporary whim.

But now, it appears that there was a complete rationale behind it all.

Gideon Larkin opened his mouth, looking at Seraphina Caldwell’s serious eyes, montarily unable to voice any objections.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s smile gradually faded.

He had initially spoken half-jokingly, not expecting any definitive response.

Yet Seraphina Caldwell not only seriously replied but also made a long-term promise.

For the first ti, he realized the decision-making power hidden within Seraphina Caldwell’s heart.

Such an approach is abnormal; ordinary people usually prioritize their own safety and interests.

But she chose the most difficult path.

Investing all resources into team building, only to extend everyone’s survival a bit longer.

Evan Orwell reacted quickest, nodding lightly.

"Such an arrangent is quite fair; our overall strength can improve faster."

Being the Priest, he was always calm and seldomly participated in disputes.

However, at this mont, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He knew better than anyone what a Green Rank warrior ant.

Not only a leap in combat power but also a ntal support.

In extre environnts, morale is often more important than weapons.

As the only Priest in the team, he understood what having another Green Rank ant.

If they encounter a massive creature like the Great Viperdile next ti, they won’t be as miserable.

And if the team had a second Green Rank fighting force, the situation might have been entirely different.

He silently watched Wyatt Yardley’s back, his mind made up.

This breakthrough is imperative.

Isaac Vaughn also nodded slightly, the chill in his purple eyes slightly dissipating.

Suddenly, he felt a little shaken; Seraphina Caldwell... has she really changed?

Ripple after ripple stirred in Wyatt Yardley’s heart, the scene replaying in his mind.

Seraphina Caldwell not only accurately judged the situation but proactively shared the precious Beast Crystal with everyone.

Could it be that she’s truly changed?

Once this thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Wyatt Yardley’s grip on the Beast Crystal involuntarily tightened.

The smooth, slightly cool Beast Crystal rested in his palm.

For the first ti, soone delivered benefits to him fairly without waiting for him to speak.

In the past, resources were always fought for, not shared.

He still couldn’t fathom her thoughts.

But one thing was undeniable.

He was the first to genuinely reap benefits.

This realization rendered his feelings complex and indescribable.

It wasn’t a simple matter of gratitude, nor re emotion.

He swallowed hard, speaking in a low voice, "Once I break through, I will handle the High Rank Fierce Beast."

His gaze swept over the others, carrying a sense of responsibility.

Seeing the other Beast Husbands silently accept, Seraphina Caldwell knew they agreed, promptly asking again.

"You all have injuries; can you still continue walking?"

Her sights scanned over their bandaged wounds anxiously.

The recent battle against the fierce beast had delayed quite so ti.

If they can’t find a resting place before nightfall, it will be troubleso.

The primitive forest is extrely dangerous at night.

Not only are there lurking Dire Beasts but also the plumting temperatures and damp fog.

If they were to camp outdoors, hypothermia and infection would be quick to set in.

Gideon Larkin imdiately stood up straight, patting his shoulder.

"Rest assured! Blood Stopping Grass is applied long ago, the bleeding stopped early, I can carry you no problem!"

Though his right shoulder still throbbed in pain, his face showed no fear.

He even swung his body twice.

It was a hope to be recognized, to be needed.

Especially recognition from Seraphina Caldwell.

He knew that being able to carry her forward itself was a special kind of trust.

The others too nodded, indicating they could continue the journey.

Seraphina Caldwell breathed a sigh of relief and imdiately said, "Then let’s set off now; we should find a cave to rest in before dark!"

Ti was running out, no further delay could be afforded.

She quickly scanned her surroundings, observing the terrain and distribution of vegetation to locate suitable rocky walls or depressions for shelter.

Just then, Wyatt Yardley walked to the deceased Great Viperdile, cutting off a piece of skin, and stowing it in the Beast Skin Bag.

He did not waste any part.

The venomous fangs were reserved for toxin refinent; even the gallbladder was carefully extracted.

He even sorted the innards for storage, intending to bring them back to the tribe for evaluation.

Gideon Larkin then transford into a lion shape, his black mane glistening under the setting sun.

With a deep roar, his body swiftly expanded, muscles bulging, limbs landing hoof-like on the ground.

The sunset outlined his figure.

He lowered his body, flattered the spine of his back, adjusting his posture, fearing Seraphina Caldwell might sit uncomfortably.

Seraphina Caldwell effortlessly climbed on, holding onto his mane with both hands.

She lowered her center of gravity, her legs clamped tightly, movents natural and skillful.

"Let’s go."

Gideon Larkin sped ahead on his four hooves.

Dirt and leaves lifted behind, as the entire team followed, advancing into the depths of the forest.

The pace was similar to that of earlier, but Seraphina Caldwell clearly felt more stable.

Hooves treaded on the soft soil, producing faint "da-da" sounds.

Gideon Larkin lowered his head, his eyes fixated on the ground ahead, focused.

Whenever he spotted a jutting stone or shallow groove, he unhesitatingly altered their path.

Even if it ant taking a few extra steps along the way.

His forelimbs always tentatively touched the ground when landing.

Only after confirming stability did he gradually apply full body weight.

The wind swept past their ears, mingled with her faint herbal scent.

It was the fragrance from Seraphina Caldwell.

Gideon Larkin’s heart suddenly raced, his breath intensified.

The image from earlier in the day flashed through his mind.