Wild and fertile, all of them are my offspring

Jiang Yue spent five brutal years scraping by in the cruel zombie apocalypse. She hardened her heart, mastered sharp combat skills, and struggled tooth and nail to survive amid crumbling cities, rotten corpses and scarce food supplies. She had cheated death countless times, outwitted hordes of ravenous undead, and clung firmly to the tiny hope of staying alive. Yet fate turned mercilessly against her: surrounded by a tide of ferocious mutated zombies, she was overwhelmed and torn apart by the bloodthirsty monsters, her bitter fight for survival ending in bloody despair. To her shock, she did not vanish forever. She woke up transmigrated into a primitive, magical beast world, trapped in the frail body of a dying white fox demi-human girl. This new life came with a humiliating shackle: an arranged orc fiancé who found her weak, sickly and worthless. The moment she regained consciousness, her cold-hearted fiancé publicly broke off their engagement, abandoning the dying fox girl without a second thought for a stronger, healthier female orc mate. But fortune flipped drastically soon after. Her three powerful, handsome brother-in-laws—elite high-ranking orc warriors with formidable supernatural beast forms—saw through her fragile appearance to her tough, resilient inner soul forged by apocalyptic hardships. Captivated completely, the three dominant males began fiercely competing to court and marry her, clashing openly for exclusive right to protect her. Meanwhile, a mysterious Fertility System bound itself to Jiang Yue’s soul. The system blessed her with rare fertile aura, letting her conceive offspring easily in this beast world that suffered from severe low fertility and population decline. Her gentle temperament and precious fertility made her the most guarded, beloved treasure of the entire tribe. Every clansman doted on her, catering to all her needs. Watching her rise from a discarded outcast to the tribe’s supreme darling, her regretful ex-fiancé lingered at her doorstep day and night, drowning in remorse. He could only stare from afar and murmur hoarsely: “Is it too late to regret?”