Rejected by 497 Beastmen — Then She Became a Goddess With One Song

In the rigid hierarchical galaxy where bloodline rank and innate aura determined status and respect, females of the seahorse clan were universally regarded as the weakest, lowest-ranked existence. Frail, lacking powerful combat aptitude and dominant spiritual aura, they were constantly belittled, dismissed, and abandoned by galactic elites. As a pure-blooded seahorse clan female, she endured endless rejection and humiliation her entire youth. Every system-matched partner dumped her without hesitation, deeming her too inferior, worthless, and unworthy of bonding, leaving her with no status, no backing, and no place to belong in interstellar society. Abandoned and disgraced by the entire galaxy, she was eventually exiled to a barren, desolate abandoned star—a forgotten wasteland riddled with violent cosmic radiation and barren terrain. To make her desperate fate worse, the isolated star became the temporary prison for a group of elite beastmen warriors. These top-tier galactic fighters suffered severe spiritual corrosion and irreversible mental rampage, their rationality devoured by endless berserk fury. Trapped alongside these out-of-control, murderous warriors, she was surrounded by overwhelming danger, trapped with no way to escape their feral, destructive rage. Faced with the rampaging beastmen on the verge of tearing everything apart, she had no weapons, no strength to fight, and no means of self-defense. Out of desperate instinct, she pulled out her ancient pipa, a trivial old musical instrument no galactic powerhouse took seriously. Plucking the strings gently amid the chaos, she played a single soft, melodious tune that rippled through the air with unique spiritual resonance. The healing melody carried a mysterious soothing power that penetrated the violent fog shrouding the beastmen’s chaotic mental seas. The moment the tune echoed across the desolate star, the ferocious rampaging elites froze in place. Their bloodlust faded rapidly, their trembling violent bodies calming bit by bit. One by one, these proud, unmatched elite beastmen warriors dropped to their knees without hesitation, bowing their heads in complete submission. Driven by their instinctive craving for spiritual relief, they knelt before the frail seahorse female, begging humbly and frantically to be soothed by her melody, desperate to escape the torment of their endless berserk state. Yet the girl remained hidden and timid throughout the entire scene. Thick heavy bangs covered her entire face, concealing her features. Her skin was covered in ugly festering poison boils, a humiliating mark of her clan’s lowly bloodline and long-term radiation erosion. Too ashamed and afraid to lift her head, she hid herself completely, never daring to witness the stunning scene of countless supreme galactic elites kneeling and begging for her mercy, unaware of how extraordinary her hidden power truly was.