《Me And My Pet Mico》


 A good day...

    "This is my meat in your mouth, Mico! Let go!"


    Zarn growled, clutching onto the thick steak with both hands as he planted his feet firmly against the cracked floor.


    A deep, rumbling voice echoed in his mind. "You can make it weird all you want, I am not letting go."


    Mico, his massive blue-flamed lion, had his jaws clamped around the other end of the steak, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. The two had been locked in this silent war for the past five minutes, neither willing to back down. Zarn gritted his teeth and tugged harder, feeling the slick juices of the meat smear against his fingers.


    "This is the first real meat I''ve had in months!" Zarn protested. "You''ve been hoarding all of it since the day you showed up!"


    Mico didn''t even dignify that with a response¡ªat least, not a verbal one. Instead, the beast flicked his tail lazily, sending a trail of harmless blue embers into the air.


    Then, he struck.


    Before Zarn could react, Mico yanked forward and suddenly released his hold, sending Zarn stumbling backward. He barely had time to recover before Mico lunged, snatching the steak right out of his hands with a flick of his fangs.


    Zarn stared, dumbfounded, as Mico pranced away like a smug victor, the steak hanging from his mouth.


    "You cheating furball!" Zarn shouted after him.


    "Survival of the fittest, little summoner," Mico''s voice hummed in his head before he disappeared under the king sized bed in their one-room apartment.


    Zarn let out a long, suffering sigh, wiping his greasy hands on his battle worn-out pants. It wasn''t like he was starving¡ªhe had more than enough to get any ration of choice, bread, vegetables, nutrient packs. But still, was it too much to ask to have meat just once? Just once in three years?


    He pressed a hand to his chest, exhaling slowly. The brief scuffle a reminder that he was fine today. His body had always felt fragile and weak despite not actually being exhausted. Some days, even walking felt like a battle, as though his own muscles refused to obey him.


    Zarn looked up just in time to see Mico returning, licking his chops with pure satisfaction. The sight was almost enough to make Zarn throw a rock at him. Almost.


    Instead, he just shook his head. "I hate you."


    Mico flopped down beside him, stretching out like a lazy king. "You love me."


    Zarn snorted but didn''t argue. He turned his gaze to the wall opposite their bed. "It''s almost time for the show."


    "Oh, no, you don''t." Mico''s voice was firm. "You finally have a good day for the first time in forever, and you spent most of it inside. It''s time to go out."


    "But my show¡ª" Zarn started.


    "It''s garbage." Mico cut him off. "The actors barely even try. The only reason it''s popular is because a few high-level Senar users endorsed it." He huffed. "Teens will watch anything as long as it''s trending."


    Zarn sighed. He knew Mico had a point. The show was more hype than substance, but still, it was something to pass the time.


    Before he could protest further, Mico nudged him. "Come on. Let''s go for a walk."


    Resting while I am weak is counter-productive, so I don''t rest. I rather rest on days like this... Too bad. Zarn thought to himself.


    He hesitated, but he pushed himself up. There was no resistance, no sluggishness¡ªhis limbs responded exactly as they should.


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    This was what Mico meant by a good day.


    On a good day, he was fine. Just fine. He could move freely, breathe easily, even tap into his full strength if he wanted.


    And today was one of those days.


    With Mico padding beside him, they stepped out into the dim glow of the ever-glorious slump.


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    The city''s slums stretched endlessly, bathed by the gentle light of the moon. Rusted metal sheets and crumbling concrete formed a maze of buildings, packed so tightly that only narrow alleys separated them. Flickering neon signs hummed overhead, some barely clinging to life. The air smelled of oil, damp stone, and the lingering spice of street food.


    Zarn''s boots scuffed against the pavement as he walked, hands tucked into his pockets. Beside him, Mico moved with silent grace, his massive paws barely making a sound. The blue flames of his mane flickered softly, dimming just enough to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. Not that it mattered¡ªpeople here had long since stopped staring.


    They strolled in companionable silence until Mico let out an exaggerated yawn.


    "I''m hungry," he announced.


    Zarn stopped, slowly turning to stare at the beast. "...You just ate."


    "And?" Mico''s golden eyes gleamed. "I''m still growing."


    Zarn pinched the bridge of his nose. "You eat more than I do."


    "Of course I do. I''m an apex predator. You''re just¡­ you."


    Zarn didn''t even bother responding. Instead, he sighed and changed direction. There was no use arguing when it came to food.


    They soon reached a small street-side shop nestled between two rundown buildings. It wasn''t much¡ªjust a counter facing the street, a couple of tables, and a faded awning that had probably been there since before Zarn was born. But the food was good, and more importantly, the owner didn''t ask too many questions.


    The smell of sizzling meat filled the air as they approached, making Zarn''s stomach tighten with reluctant hunger. Mico wasted no time, sauntering up to the counter and plopping himself down.


    The owner, a graying man with a round belly, barely glanced at them before calling over his shoulder. "Same as usual?"


    Zarn nodded. "Yeah."


    As the man got to work, the sharp sounds of chopping filled the quiet street. Zarn leaned against the counter, exhaling slowly. Mico stretched out, flicking his tail lazily.


    Then, two girls arrived.


    The first was tall, about Zarn''s age, with sharp green eyes and dark shoulder-length hair tied in a messy ponytail. She moved with easy confidence, her gaze locking onto him the moment she entered.


    "Zarn." She smirked.


    Before Zarn could respond, a smaller figure pushed past her¡ªa girl barely twelve, with the same dark hair in a neater cut and bright green eyes filled with mischief. She skidded to a stop in front of him.


    "Hi, Zarn!"


    Zarn blinked. "Hey, Lina."


    Lina beamed. "I knew you''d be here! You always come late."


    Her older sister scoffed. "You knew? Please. I''m the one who figured we''d run into him."


    Lina shot her an unimpressed look. "You just don''t want to admit I got here first, Mira."


    Zarn sighed. Here we go again.


    Mira crossed her arms and turned back to him with a smirk. "So, how''s the rich and mysterious Zarn tonight?"


    Zarn blinked. "...Rich?"


    She waved a hand dismissively. "Don''t play dumb. You eat here every day and never seem to run out of money."


    Zarn chuckled. "Or maybe I just budget well."


    Lina giggled, but Mira remained skeptical.


    Mico yawned. "Are they going to fight over you again?"


    Zarn ignored him.


    Mira leaned on the counter, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "You know, Zarn¡­ if you ever get tired of this oversized cat, I could show you a better time."


    Lina puffed out her cheeks. "Hey! That''s cheating! You''re using your grown-up tactics again!"


    Mira smirked. "It''s called charm, kid. Try it when you''re older."


    Zarn just stared at them, expression blank.


    Mico snickered. "Oh, I like them. They make your boring life fun."


    Zarn rolled his eyes. "Can we just eat?"


    Mira smirked. "Actually, we came to invite you out."


    Lina nodded excitedly. "The Local Hub''s hosting a big match tonight! The champion''s fighting a rising star! You have to come!"


    Zarn hesitated, but he knew there was no escape.


    Mira leaned in. "Might as well say yes now. It''ll be more fun if you don''t waste time pretending to argue."


    Zarn sighed. "Fine."


    Lina beamed while Mira looked smug.


    Mico looked over, a grin on his feline features, "Yea! Do the both of them."


    Zarn''s voice boomed in Mico''s head. "They said the Local Hub not the Local Sub, you lecherous lion!"

 To The Local Hub...

    As they walked through the dimly lit streets, Zarn glanced at Lina. "By the way, when''s the government summoning event?"


    She''s twelve already¡ªthe legal age to perform a summoning. He had been meaning to ask.


    Lina perked up. "Next week! The big summoning stations are for academy students and registered applicants. The rest of us use scroll stations."


    Zarn hummed, already knowing as much. Not everyone who comes of age would perform a summoning, as not everyone was interested in dual training. Only the less privileged and those with weak talents in Senar usage put importance in the event. The less privileged can use the event as a platform to make it out of the slumps. The less talented can use it to take the Summoner path.


    "Good luck with yours," he said offhandedly. The kids of powerful families and factions won''t be there too, they most likely had done theirs immediately they came of age through the use of summoning scrolls.


    Lina blushed. "Hehe, now that you''ve wished me luck, I can''t fail."


    Zarn paused mid-step before shaking his head. The allegations... How do I beat them?


    Despite being Lina''s height, Zarn was five years older. It was just how things were for him. But to Lina, he was simply a cool, composed boy her age.


    And he had no idea how to deal with that.


    He continued on, thinking about the little he knew of the event.


    Summoning and contracting beasts from the Beast Worlds could be done in multiple ways, but only three were considered safe.


    The first was the Summon Station, a platform that activated the necessary spells for summoning and contracting a beast simultaneously. This method was a direct evolution of the second¡ªSummon Scrolls.


    A Summon Scroll contained ancient spell formations designed to mimic the third method. The spells were structured in a way that allowed anyone to activate them simply by administering Senar.


    And then there was the final method¡ªNatural Summoners.


    Unlike the first two, this wasn''t a learned process but an innate ability. Those born as Natural Summoners didn''t require external tools or spells. They could connect to the Beast Worlds on their own, reaching through dimensions and selecting their own contracted beast.


    People like Zarn.


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    The Local Hub was little more than a repurposed warehouse, its metal walls tagged with neon graffiti, the floor worn down by years of scuffles. A haven for slum dwellers¡ªsome came to watch, others to bet, and a few dared to dream. A single victory in the beast fights could be a ticket out of the slumps; a loss, however, could mean ruin.


    Zarn and his group slipped through the entrance, melting into the chaotic crowd. The air reeked of sweat, cheap alcohol, and the faint metallic tang of blood. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the next match was about to begin.


    At the center of the ring, two combatants squared off.


    On one side stood the reigning champion, a Fighter. No wasted movements, no unnecessary tension. Even in stillness, his stance exuded the kind of control only honed through countless battles. A thin veil of Senar pulsed beneath his skin¡ªenhanced speed, strength, and reflexes at his command. His opponents rarely lasted beyond a minute.


    Opposite him, the Summoner, younger and brash, stood with a cocky grin that did little to mask the flicker of nerves in his eyes. His Senar flared as he extended his arm, the air distorting for a brief moment before his contracted beast materialized¡ªa Raque, a sleek brown panther with short fur and claws sharp enough to carve through steel. A raw force of speed and savagery.


    Lina nudged Zarn as the Raque prowled low, its golden eyes locked onto the Fighter. "It''ll try to overwhelm him early. Typical."


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    Mira folded her arms. "It won''t work."


    The fight began.


    The Raque blurred into motion, a dark streak cutting across the arena floor. The beast moved fast, even for its kind¡ªclosing the distance in the blink of an eye. Its Summoner was smart, feeding Senar into its muscles, making it sharper, quicker.


    The Fighter didn''t flinch.


    Just as the Raque lunged, his foot shifted.


    A shockwave erupted from the point of impact as he pivoted and countered, his Senar-infused fist slamming into empty air where the Raque had been. The beast twisted mid-air, barely escaping the hit, but the sheer force sent it skidding across the dirt.


    "That wasn''t even his full speed." Mira stated.


    The Raque rebounded instantly, adjusting its rhythm, darting left, then right, its movements erratic¡ªtesting, searching for an opening. The Summoner''s control was precise. The beast feinted twice, then snapped forward, claws poised to carve into the Fighter''s ribs.


    Lina tapped her chin. "It''s trying to force a reaction."


    "Won''t get one," Mira muttered.


    The Fighter didn''t react. He moved.


    His body blurred¡ªa step faster than the Raque could track. He dodged each swipe by a hair''s breadth, weaving between attacks like he had rehearsed them beforehand. The beast was fast, but the Fighter was faster.


    Then he shifted gears.


    A sharp step forward¡ªand suddenly he was on the attack.


    His muscles tensed, Senar surging through his limbs as he slammed his foot into the ground. The arena cracked. The Raque flinched at the disruption, its momentum thrown off for a fraction of a second. But that fraction was all the Fighter needed.


    Mira clicked her tongue. "It''s over."


    The Fighter closed the gap instantly, his fist smashing into the Raque''s ribcage before the beast could react. A clean hit. The Raque flew across the ring, tumbling through the dirt before struggling to its feet.


    The Summoner gritted his teeth and forced more Senar into his beast. The Raque twitched, its body flickering with renewed strength¡ª


    But the Fighter was already there.


    A single Senar-infused palm strike to the skull¡ªbrutal, efficient.


    The Raque collapsed.


    The Summoner staggered as the bond between him and his beast wavered, the backlash of depleted Senar leaving him weak. The fight was over.


    The warehouse erupted in cheers and groans. Bets were settled, drinks exchanged, and the cycle continued.


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    "Well, that was nice, wasn''t it? Better than some show, huh?"


    Mico''s voice cut through Zarn''s thoughts.


    Zarn squinted at him. "What exactly is nice about watching your kind get beaten?"


    Mico sucked in a dramatic breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Did you just compare me to that savage beast?"


    Zarn blinked. "You''re¡­ a lion made of blue fire. Yea, you are of the same kind."


    "This king¡ª" Mico puffed out his chest. "¡ªis not of the same kind as those beasts."


    Zarn stared at him, then sighed. "I have never seen anyone as racist toward their own kind as you."


    Mico scoffed, flicking his tail. "Please, I am refined. Cultured. A being of great intelligence and dignity."


    "Yeah, yeah," Zarn waved him off. "Let''s just find a way out of here."


    He glanced over at the girls¡ªwho had somehow started bickering again. If he stayed around them too long, fists might start flying.


    Best to leave before that happened.


    Slipping out of the Hub, Zarn and Mico faded into the slum''s winding alleys. Zarn walked aimlessly, relishing the rare feeling of energy in his limbs. The night had settled in, casting long shadows across the crumbling buildings.


    For once, he decided to stray into unfamiliar territory¡ªdeeper into the slums, past the places he usually avoided.


    He hadn''t gone far when the sensation struck.


    A prickle at the back of his neck.


    He was being followed.


    He kept his pace steady, pretending not to notice. Turning down a side alley, he caught a glimpse of movement behind him. More figures ahead. He frowned and adjusted course, weaving through the maze-like streets, but every turn brought more shadowed figures into view.


    They weren''t amateurs.


    They were herding him.


    Zarn''s jaw tightened. He picked up his pace, slipping through the tightest gaps between buildings, hoping to shake them off. Mico prowled beside him, silent and tense. But the net was closing. Every escape route led to another corner, another shadow, another waiting threat.


    Finally, he turned a corner¡ªand stopped.


    A dead end.


    A dozen figures emerged from the darkness, their smirks illuminated by flickering streetlights.


    Zarn sighed, casting a sideways glance at Mico, who rumbled in amusement.


    "Well," Zarn muttered. "So much for a good day."

 Mico the asskicker...

    Zarn turned a corner and stopped short. A dead end.


    He exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to curse. Behind him, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps filled the narrow alley. A dozen figures emerged from the dim glow of flickering streetlights, their expressions smug, their postures relaxed¡ªpredators who believed they had already won.


    Mico rumbled in amusement beside him, his tail flicking lazily.


    "Well," Zarn muttered, rolling his shoulders. "So much for a good day."


    A deep chuckle came from the group. A man stepped forward, his long, tattered coat swaying slightly. The harsh light carved shadows across his scarred face, making the jagged mark running from his brow to his jaw look even more menacing.


    "Heh¡­ what do we have here?" the scarred man drawled. "Seems we''ve hit the jackpot, boys."


    Zarn blinked. Jackpot?


    "Huh?" he blurted out, genuinely caught off guard.


    "Oh? Seems the jackpot talks, boss," one of the thugs sneered, stepping up with a grin far too pleased for Zarn''s liking. "Hey, brat, you understand us?"


    Zarn shot him a flat look. "Why wouldn''t I?"


    The man opened his mouth, but the scarred leader waved him off impatiently. "Doesn''t matter. What does matter is how much your folks are willing to pay."


    Zarn sighed, already piecing things together. This wasn''t the first time some desperate slumper had mistaken him for a runaway rich kid. He was too well-dressed, too clean, and most importantly¡ªMico was too damn flashy. A beast like Mico screamed high-blood heir, the kind of exotic companion only a noble or a corporate brat would own.


    He pinched the bridge of his nose. For fuck''s sake, not again.


    "Listen," he started, raising a hand. "I think there''s been a¡ª"


    "Oh, would you look at this?" the scarred man interrupted, turning to his men. "The rich spawn knows how to argue too." He let out a hearty laugh before leveling a sharp gaze at Zarn. "Boy, I don''t got time for your excuses. You either come with us nice and easy, or we do this the hard way."


    Zarn sighed, shaking his head. "You''re not listening¡ª"


    "Go get him, boys."


    A snap of the leader''s fingers set everything in motion.


    One of the muggers hesitated. "Boss, the beast¡ª"


    "Get the boy. My Raque will handle the oversized cat," the scarred man cut in, lifting a hand. A glowing magic circle expanded across his palm, its intricate symbols pulsing with controlled Senar.


    Zarn eyed the Raque. So, he''s an actual summoner.


    A portal flared open, and from it leaped a massive, muscle-bound panther¡ªa Raque. Its fur was deep brown, almost black, with eerie golden eyes that locked onto Mico. This Raque was far bigger than the one Zarn had seen in the Local Hub, its aura radiating experience and raw power. Probably a level higher.


    Oversized cat? Me?


    Mico froze, his irritation rising like a tidal wave. A lion¡ªa proud predator of fire and fury¡ªhad just been reduced to an oversized cat?


    The sheer audacity.


    A low, dangerous growl rumbled from his throat. His ethereal blue flames flared along his small but proud mane, casting eerie shadows against the alley walls. Zarn instinctively placed a hand on his companion''s back, feeling the comforting heat.


    Let it go, he urged silently. We don''t need to fight them. If we go with them, we can clear up this stupid misunderstanding later.


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    But Mico was not one to let an insult slide.


    BOOM!


    Mico launched forward, a streak of blue fire and fury.


    The Raque barely had time to react before Mico slammed into it like a comet. The impact sent the larger beast skidding backward, its claws gouging deep furrows into the cracked pavement.


    The Raque snarled and countered instantly, lunging for Mico''s throat. But Mico ducked low, twisting his body with unnatural agility. His flaming claws slashed upward, carving a searing arc across the Raque''s chest. Sparks and embers danced in the air as scorched fur curled from the heat.


    The Raque let out a pained yowl, staggering back. Its owner narrowed his eyes.


    "Steel claw," the scarred man ordered.


    A sharp metallic shing rang through the alley. The Raque''s claws shimmered, coated in a dense layer of hardened Senar. It lunged¡ª


    ¡ªbut Mico was faster.


    He sidestepped smoothly and countered with a whip of his tail, sending a pulse of concentrated blue flames into the Raque''s ribs. The beast crumpled to the ground with a strangled cry, struggling to rise.


    Zarn watched, arms crossed, as the muggers stood frozen in stunned silence.


    "Mico," he called, his voice calm but firm.


    Mico let out one final growl before stepping back, his luminous blue eyes gleaming with challenge. The Raque shuddered but did not move again.


    Zarn shook his head. "We can stop here if you walk away."


    The scarred man gritted his teeth, weighing his options. Logically, retreating was the right call. But logic rarely won against pride. If anything, Mico''s overwhelming strength only confirmed their earlier belief¡ªZarn had to be valuable.


    "Tch." The scarred man spat. "So your beast is strong. So what? Do you think you can take all of us on?"


    Zarn exhaled through his nose. "Maybe, maybe not. But since we''re already here, we can just find out."


    The muggers stirred, their hesitation shifting into aggression at their boss''s growing anger.


    "Oh, you hear that, boys?" The scarred man sneered. "The rich spawn thinks he''s better than us! Let''s remind him who runs these streets."


    "Yeah, boss¡­ Seems we''ve gone soft." One of the thugs chuckled, drawing a machete. But more concerningly, he also pulled out a small vial filled with an eerie, glowing green liquid.


    Zarn''s eyes sharpened. "Senar vials."


    "Hah! The rich spawn knows what they are?" the thug taunted.


    "Yeah. Illegal bottles of trouble." Zarn''s lips curled in disgust. "Senar vials force raw Senar into your body, temporarily boosting your abilities. It''s cheap power. Unstable power. You might experience a power spike for a few minutes, but when the backlash hits¡ª" He gestured vaguely. "Well, let''s just say I wouldn''t put my self in your shoes."


    The scarred man grinned, popping the cork off his own vial. "That''s the difference between you and us, kid." His fingers twitched, and Senar pulsed violently around him as he downed the liquid in one gulp.


    Zarn gently nodded his head. "Alright. Let''s see how well that plan works out for you."


    He glanced at Mico by his side. Mico had his fangs bared. The blue flames of his mane flared hungrily, licking at the night air. "Go easy on them." He took a step back.


    "We need the boy alive. One of you, grab him. The rest of you¡ªlet''s butcher this cat." The scarred man barked his orders, drawing a short, sword-like staff from the makeshift sheath on his back. A pulse of Senar crackled around him as he brandished the weapon. With a sharp step forward, he lunged at Mico. "Come on, Zrymo! Let''s take this beast down!" he commanded his Raque, the massive panther springing to action beside him.


    "Come here, brat!" One of the thugs broke away, making a beeline for Zarn.


    Zarn barely spared him a glance. "Mico?" he called, his tone almost lazy.


    Don''t worry, sickhead. Mico''s voice rumbled through their link, laced with amusement. They''re easy pickings.


    The thug who had peeled off to seize Zarn was the first to realize his mistake. His plan had been to flank the group, isolate the boy, and grab him before the lion could react. It wasn''t a bad strategy¡ªif only Mico weren''t Mico.


    The blue-flamed lion blurred into motion, a streak of fire weaving through the crowd. Before the man could even process what was happening, Mico was upon him.


    BAM!


    His body slammed through a crumbling wall. A deep, charred claw marks across his chest, the testimony of Mico strength.


    A thick silence followed.


    The remaining muggers hesitated, a flicker of doubt creeping into their eyes. The Senar vials had bolstered their strength, but borrowed power could only do so much. Against Mico''s raw, overwhelming force, the difference was undeniable.


    "Tch! Hold your ground!" the scarred man snarled. "You, left flank! You, right! We take the beast down together!"


    The group moved in unison, their enhanced speed allowing them to close in on Mico from all sides. Under the flickering streetlights, their blades gleamed as they struck.


    Mico''s tail lashed. A surge of blue flames erupted around him, swirling outward in a blazing inferno. The sheer heat forced some of them to falter, but two pressed on, determined to land a blow.


    Idiotic humans. Mico sneered internally.

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    Mico watched as the two pressed on.


    Idiotic humans. He sneered internally. They knew they were outmatched, but greed has blinded them, causing this futile attempt of an attack.


    Just as the first blade was about to strike, Mico twisted mid-air, his paws landing squarely on the attacker''s chest. Using the man''s own momentum against him, Mico kicked off, sending him hurtling backward.


    The second attacker adjusted his stance, anticipating a counter. But before he could react¡ªZarn moved.


    Ducking low, Zarn swept a leg under him, knocking him off balance. In the same fluid motion, he caught the man''s wrist, twisting just enough to force him to drop his weapon. A sharp jab to the throat ensured he wouldn''t be getting up anytime soon.


    Zarn exhaled, watching his fallen opponent. He wasn''t afraid of a fight¡ªhe never had been. That wasn''t the issue. It was the aftermath that worried him. If he pushed too hard, if he overexerted himself, his weakness might return, probably worse than before.


    This has never happened, but when you perpetually spend your whole life in weakness, you can not help but be cautious in your actions when you get a moment of reprieve. He could never afford to get carried away.


    "It''s been too long since I had a proper fight," Zarn muttered, flexing his fingers. "Oh, how nice it is to have a good day."


    He abruptly tilted his head to the side, a fist whizzed past where his face had been. Without hesitation, he grabbed the attacker''s wrist, smoothly using it as leverage to flip over the strike. In the same breath¡ªbefore the thug even realized what had happened¡ªZarn chopped at his neck, knocking him out cold.


    Meanwhile, Mico was a whirlwind of fire and claws. Another thug attempted a sneak attack from behind, but Mico spun, catching the man with a blazing paw. The assailant screamed as he was launched backward, rolling across the pavement before going limp.


    The last remaining muggers hesitated, their borrowed strength crumbling against overwhelming reality. Fear flickered in their eyes. Their Senar vials had made them stronger, but only for so long¡ªand only against those weaker than them.


    Zarn sighed. "Not so fast."


    In one smooth motion, he picked up a fallen blade and flicked it forward. The handle struck one of the fleeing men at the back of his head, dropping him instantly. Mico took care of the rest, pouncing forward with precise, calculated strikes¡ªjust enough to knock them out of the fight without permanently maiming them.


    The street fell into silence, save for the distant crackling of embers.


    Zarn rolled his shoulders before turning to face the scarred man and his beast. "Well, looks like it''s just us now."


    The scarred man''s face twisted with fury. His men were down, their bodies littering the ground in defeat. He could already see the consequences looming. His grip over this part of the slums would be questioned. Alone, he couldn''t fend off the rival gangs that had been eyeing his turf. Worse, his men had used Senar vials, and the backlash was inevitable. Normally, they could manage it. But now? Injured, unconscious, weakened?


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    His rage seethed beneath the surface. I''ll make you suffer before handing you over to your parents, brat.


    He reached deep into his mind, pulling on the only power he had left.


    Senar. The very foundation of power in this world. Every metaphysical act performed by humans was powered by it. Not all humans were born with the ability to wield it, but those who could stood far above the rest.


    Like everything in life, Senar''s gift was unfair. Some were born with mere scraps of talent, while others wielded absurd levels of aptitude. Naturally, a hierarchy had formed¡ªthe blessed ruling over the powerless.


    For a long time, this was the norm. Until the advent of the Ancient Spells shattered that balance.


    Ancient Spells¡ªmystical incantations activated through Senar¡ªdidn''t simply favor the powerful. Their effectiveness varied from person to person, their potential beyond anyone''s control.


    Among them, one particular spell surged through the scarred man''s mind.


    Ancient Spell: Berserk Calling Cat.


    As he uttered the spell''s name, glowing runes formed in the air around him, interlocking in rapid succession. The energy pulsed, then shot forward¡ªbranding itself onto his Raque''s neck.


    ROARRR!


    The beast''s body exploded with growth. Muscles swelled, its size doubling in an instant. Once the size of a full-grown donkey, the Raque now stood as large as a warhorse, rippling with newfound power.


    Zarn''s eyes gleamed with interest. He could have interrupted the transformation¡ªbut he didn''t. This was a rare chance to witness the raw power of an Ancient Spell firsthand. From a surface level, the Raque''s strength had undeniably surged. Its sheer muscle mass alone made that clear.


    "Alright," Zarn muttered, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Show me what you got."


    The scarred man sneered. "Cocky little brat! Zrymo, get me that cat''s head! Speed Blitz!"


    Zarn tilted his head, then mimicked, "Mico, get me some barbecue. Uh¡­ Fireball?"


    Fireball? Mico''s voice deadpanned through their link.


    Zarn just shrugged.


    With a burst of motion, Zrymo vanished¡ªits form a mere blur as it closed in on Mico almost instantly. Speed Blitz was a deadly ability unique to feline-type beasts, maximizing movement for an overwhelming strike. Most enemies never even saw the attack coming.


    Zrymo''s claws shot forward¡ªonly to meet a point-blank blue fireball to the face.


    FWOOSH!


    Instinctively, the Raque swiped at the fireball, trying to power through. But the moment its paw made contact, all its fur vaporized instantly. The sheer heat seared its flesh, turning the limb into a charred, smoldering mess.


    Zrymo howled in agony¡ªbut its momentum carried through, disrupting the fireball''s stability.


    BOOM!


    The explosion tore through the street. Zrymo''s body was hurled backward, its form riddled with burns. The blastwave sent the scarred man flying as well, his skin scorched from the flames.


    Yet in the heart of the chaos, Zarn and Mico stood untouched¡ªsafely shielded within a controlled dome of blue fire.


    Zarn blinked in amazement. "Mico?"


    Yes? Mico answered cautiously, bracing for a reprimand.


    "That was awesome!" Zarn grinned.

 Ghost Hands... Itz my neighbors.....

    Zarn blinked in amazement. "Mico?"


    Yes? Mico answered cautiously, bracing for a reprimand.


    "This is awesome!" Zarn grinned.


    ...You''re not mad?


    "Why would I be?"


    We were in danger because of my fireball¡­


    "Relax, would you? Today''s a good day." Zarn ruffled Mico''s mane with a smirk. "I don''t really think I can be in danger."


    Mico let out a deep, satisfied huff.


    They stood together amidst the wreckage, one boy and his lion¡ªuntouched, unshaken, and completely in control.


    "So, Mico, let''s get out of here."


    We aren''t going to run their pockets?


    "What? Who taught you such a vulgar thing?"


    Uncle Ru. He said you and the gang did it a lot when you were kids.


    "Slander!"


    He also said you were the number one pocket runner back then, but you were so good at it people didn''t even know about you. Someone else got the title instead. He said the ones who did know called you ''The Ghost Hand'' out of respect and fear.


    "Tch, listen, my dear Mico. Never believe anything that dude Ru says." Zarn sighed, then turned serious.


    Who do you think you''re lying to? Do I look like a kid to you?


    "Yes. Not only do you look like a kid, you are one. You''re barely five."


    Hey, don''t go shouting my age out loud like that, dude. The ladies might be listening.


    "Yeah, right." Zarn ended the conversation by ruffling Mico''s small mane.


    He then turned his gaze to the scarred man struggling to get back on his feet.


    "You..." Cough. Cough. The scarred man tried to speak but fell into a coughing fit.


    "Are you trying to say something?" A voice whispered in his ear.


    The scarred man froze. He turned his head ever so slightly and found Zarn perched casually on his right shoulder.


    "Listen carefully," Zarn said, his voice light yet chilling. "You''re lucky I am in a good mood today. Next time, I won''t be so nice. Stay out of my way."


    He hopped off the man''s shoulder with ease, landing beside Mico. With that, the duo turned and left the alley, disappearing into the depths of the slums.


    Later that day.


    Zarn and Mico lounged at home, enjoying their well-earned rest. The small, dimly lit room they called home flickered with a soft glow from the holographic television.


    Zarn grabbed a bag of popcorn from the groceries he had gotten on their way back.


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    His old but reliable couch sagged slightly under his weight as he leaned back, eyes half-lidded, engrossed in one of his regular show.


    Mico lay curled up beside him, his small body radiating warmth. The soft hum of the TV and the occasional sound of munching filled the space as they enjoyed a mix of street snacks they''d picked up earlier.


    "Come on, this show is so unrealistic," Zarn murmured, watching the main character on-screen lose all his aura while his crush was watching.


    Mico flicked his tail. I am pretty sure that is how normal people are. You won''t get it though.


    "Are you accusing me of being abnormal?" Zarn asked lazily.


    Mico didn''t answer, but the smugness in his eyes said enough.


    Zarn rolled his eyes and rested his head against Mico''s soft fur. "You talk too much, you know that?"


    Within moments, his eyes closed, and his breathing evened out.


    Sleep claimed him.


    The next morning.


    Zarn''s first sensation was heaviness. His limbs felt sluggish, his body leaden. He groaned, rubbing his face as he forced himself up.


    Mico was already awake, watching him.


    Back to feeling like crap again?


    Zarn sighed. "Not sick today at least. Just¡­ weak."


    He clenched his fist, but there was no strength behind it. The power¡ªthe sharpness¡ªhe had felt yesterday was gone. Just like every other time.


    He let his head drop against his bed, Mico had carried him over last night after he slept off. Staring at the ceiling, he muttered, "My body keeps messing with me."


    "Maybe you should rest today. No running around¡ªjust take it easy." Mico concerned voice sounded out in his head.


    Zarn huffed. "Yeah, right."


    Mico gave him a long stare. Come on, man. I''m serious. You are always running around whenever you experience weakness.


    Zarn turned his head toward his companion. He could see Mico was truly worried.


    "¡­Fine," Zarn muttered. "Guess we''re having a lazy day."


    "Yea, that is more like it. No moving when weak."


    Mico curled up beside him again, and Zarn exhaled slowly. Even if his body was weak, he wasn''t going to let it stop him forever. He always believed moving around and doing various simple activities would allow his body better adapt to it.


    But for now¡­ maybe just for today¡­ he could take it easy.


    A couple of hours later, Zarn sat up slowly, rubbing his temples. Mico stirred beside him, blinking up at him with a questioning look.


    You okay?


    "Yeah," Zarn muttered, flexing his fingers.


    You should rest more. Mico suggested.


    "Nah. Giving in for too long will only make it worse." He tried to push himself up from the bed, but staggered. Mico stood besides him and acted as a pillar, breaking his fall.


    "Come on, let''s go for a walk." Zarn said as he got his balance.


    Mico hesitated but eventually hopped down, following Zarn out the door.


    Despite his weakness, Zarn forced himself to walk normally. He wasn''t about to let his body dictate his day. The two made their way through the slums, their pace steady but unhurried. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly baked bread from a distant stall.


    As they neared the city''s outskirts, the streets grew livelier. Vendors called out their wares, and the aroma of sizzling meat and spiced pastries filled the air. Zarn''s stomach grumbled, and he exchanged a glance with Mico.


    "Let''s grab something to eat."


    Despite living in the slums, Zarn wasn''t poor. Those who knew him were well aware of this. In fact, his wealth served as a perfect disguise, keeping his natural summoner status hidden.


    They knew for a fact that Zarn had not participated in the government summoning event when he came of age. It was only a few years later that they discovered he was now a summoner.


    Those around him just assumed he had bought a summoning scroll and the results, Mico.


    The next hour was spent hopping from stall to stall, tasting everything from sweet honey cakes to skewered meat dripping with rich sauces. Zarn, though small, had an appetite that could rival Mico''s.


    As they neared the main city, the surroundings became cleaner, the buildings taller, and the air filled with the hum of sophisticated tech. The air around the few people around had also changed.


    It was then that they crossed paths with a young boy about Zarn''s height. Unlike Zarn, though, the boy actually was young¡ªabout twelve. He was flanked by two men, likely bodyguards. His bright eyes landed on Mico, widening in astonishment.


    "Whoa!" The boy rushed forward, stopping just in front of them. "Is that your beast? I didn''t think anyone around here had something this cool!"


    "No, it''s my neighbor''s." Zarn lied with a straight face.

 Beast classifications...

    "Nah, it''s my neighbor''s." Zarn lied straight to the boy''s face without hesitation.


    The boy blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the blatant falsehood.


    Come on, Mico, let''s stay away from rich spawn. They''re always bags of trouble. Zarn''s mental voice reached Mico as he casually walked past the boy.


    The boy watched them go for a moment, his expression shifting as he quickly recovered. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips, and he called out, "I like your neighbor''s beast¡ª" he made air quotes, "¡ªhow about a trade for it?"


    "Why would I do that?" Zarn''s voice floated back, but he didn''t slow down.


    "For resources, duh."


    "Nope. Not interested." Zarn dismissed the offer instantly. "Besides, it''s not my place to sell another person''s property."


    "You won''t even hear me out?" The boy sounded almost offended. He had expected reluctance, maybe some negotiation¡ªbut not an outright and immediate rejection. "Your neighbor''s a slumper, right?"


    "Hm¡­" Zarn finally halted, turning slightly over his shoulder. "I mean, since I live in the slums, my neighbors are definitely going to be slumpers." His words were casual, yet something in his tone made it clear he wasn''t one for pointless small talk. He continued walking.


    The boy scowled but refused to give up. "Bummer. Oh! How about a challenge instead? A beast fight. Winner gets a Beast Core."


    Zarn''s steps faltered slightly, but Mico had already stopped. The small lion let out a low rumble, its blue flames flickering with intrigue.


    I kinda like that idea. I wanna see what kind of beast makes him so confident.


    "You really want to fight?" Zarn asked, turning to face his companion.


    Yeah, duh. I''m a lion¡ªI must never back down from a challenge. Mico puffed out his chest, as if declaring his pride.


    "¡­Or maybe," Zarn countered, "you just want to assert your dominance over other beasts."


    Pfft... Of course not! Mico scoffed, but the exaggerated reaction only made Zarn more suspicious.


    "I see. You really do want to fight. Probably natural instinct. Since I''ve kept you cooped up ever since I brought you here, you''re itching to stretch your claws, aren''t you?"


    That''s not true! Mico protested. I''ve had plenty of fun since coming to this world. Besides, I didn''t fight at home either, so your point is invalid.


    "Is it, though?" Zarn smirked. "This world is different. It''s filled with beasts. And since you''ve never met one stronger than you yet, it''s only natural to want to dominate them."


    Tch, I told you it''s not like that¡­ but think whatever you want. Now hurry up and accept the challenge.


    Zarn studied Mico for a moment before turning to the boy. "My name is Zarn. What''s yours?"


    The boy brightened, pleased by the formal engagement. "Arth," he said enthusiastically. "My name''s Arth. So, what do you think?"


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    From Arth''s perspective, something had changed. He had issued the challenge, and at first, Zarn seemed uninterested. But then he stopped, looked at his beast, as if reassessing its strength, and now he was properly introducing himself.


    Surely, that meant he was considering it seriously.


    "Hmm..." Zarn pretended to weigh his options before nodding. "I accept your challenge for a beast fight. But, about the Beast Core..."


    "You don''t have to worry, it''s a flame-attribute, high-level Adept-tier Beast Core," Arth reassured him, thinking Zarn wasn''t motivated enough by the mention of a simple prize.


    Ha! He thinks that''s your concern. He has no idea you just don''t understand what he meant. You are probably like why should I be moved by a beast core. Poor Zarn¡ªnever been to school before. Mico snickered in Zarn''s head.


    "I meant," Zarn sighed, ignoring Mico''s mocking tone, "that I don''t have a Beast Core with me."


    "Oh, that''s no problem either!" Arth waved off his concern. "Since I''m the one issuing the challenge, and since I just met you and interrupted your plans, we''ll do it like this: If your beast wins, you get the core. If mine wins, you don''t have to give me anything. Plus, I have a healer with me¡ªhe''ll take care of any injuries your beast gets."


    Zarn raised a brow. The boy was trained in persuasion; his voice, stance, and wording were practically straight out of a merchant''s handbook.


    "You really want this, huh?"


    "Yes!"


    "Yea!"


    Arth and Mico''s voices rang out in unison.


    Zarn pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Let''s get this over with."


    Runes appeared around Arth''s left wrist, forming the shape of a glowing armband. The symbols pulsed with energy before detaching from his skin, extending outward in a mesmerizing display. As he stretched his left hand to the side, the runes converged midair, weaving together to form a shimmering portal.


    A gust of warm wind swept through as a magnificent bird emerged from the glowing rift. Its feathers were a deep, dark-shaded yellow, flickering like living flames. With every beat of its wings, golden sparks scattered, illuminating the space around it in a breathtaking display of ember-like motes.


    The Frail Calling Phoenix¡ªone of the Mythical Kind. A species that had never existed in the pre-Senar world.


    The phoenix soared in elegant arcs, circling Arth a few times before settling onto his shoulder. Then, its sharp, intelligent eyes locked onto Mico.


    For a brief moment, neither beast moved. Then, the phoenix tilted its head, its gaze shifting from scrutiny to something more uncertain. Despite Mico''s fire-attribute nature, it had never seen nor heard of his kind before. That was odd. In the world of beasts, knowledge of one''s own kind¡ªor at least similar species¡ªwas instinctual. Yet Mico was an enigma.


    The phoenix''s eyes narrowed slightly as it continued its silent study, attempting to categorize what stood before it.


    Arth, oblivious to his beast''s hesitation, focused entirely on Zarn''s reaction. He had anticipated awe, perhaps a flicker of fear, or at the very least, the dawning realization that he had just stepped into a fight beyond his capabilities.


    Instead, all he got was... indifference.


    Zarn''s expression remained unreadable, his body language relaxed. But what unsettled Arth more was Mico. The small lion wasn''t awestruck or wary. No, his golden eyes held something entirely different¡ªif Arth wasn''t mistaken, those were the eyes of a predator sizing up prey.


    A shiver ran down Arth''s spine. He forced himself to shake it off.


    Unbeknownst to him, his two bodyguards had also noticed the subtle shift in their master''s beast. Their trained instincts immediately picked up on the phoenix''s momentary unease. Frowning, they exchanged glances but chose not to interfere.


    After all, there was no question about the outcome of this match.


    Lesser. Adept. Elite. Mythic (Overlord). Legendary.


    The five generally known classifications of beast ranks.


    From Mico, they could sense the Senar power of a low-class Adept-tier beast. That alone was impressive. A beast of that level, raised in the slums? It should have been unmatched in its environment.


    Yet, there was no comparison here.


    Arth''s Frail Calling Phoenix was a middle-class Adept-tier beast¡ªone that belonged to the Mythic lineage. Mico was strong, but against the phoenix?


    No competition.


    Their eyes flickered toward Zarn.


    Lucky. That was the word that came to mind. A slumper, somehow managing to summon and contract a beast of this caliber?


    Lucky, indeed.


    The Senar power they felt from Zarn, is the lowest a Senar user could probably belong to. A Low-level Class-1 Senar user.

 Lion Vs Phoenix...

    The Local Hub


    "This is the place I was talking about," Kendrick, one of Arth''s bodyguards, said, gesturing toward the local hub.


    It was the same rundown warehouse where Zarn and Mico had watched a beast fight just the day before. The structure remained unchanged¡ªits rusted beams and flickering lights casting long shadows over the slum dwellers who loitered within. Some were placing bets, others were drinking, exchanging information, or engaging in casual street brawls. The ever-present beast fights carried on, drawing eager spectators into tight circles around makeshift arenas.


    The fight between Mico and the Frail Calling Phoenix had been halted earlier. Letting beasts of their caliber clash in an open street was too dangerous¡ªthe damage would have been catastrophic. So, Kendrick had led them here, following a slum map displayed on his holographic smartwatch. Unlike the streets, the local hub had an enclosed battle stage designed specifically for controlled beast fights.


    Zarn''s expression darkened.


    "What? Don''t tell me you''ve chickened out now that there''s an audience," Arth taunted, flashing a smug grin.


    That grin faded the moment Zarn''s gaze met his¡ªcalm, unreadable, indifferent.


    "I just didn''t expect the fight to be held here," Zarn replied. "But thinking about it¡­ there really isn''t anywhere else in the slums suited for something like this. I guess I was just hoping you''d have a more private spot in mind."


    Arth tilted his head, studying him. "You don''t like crowds?"


    "Not really. It''s just that when I win, I''d rather not have a whole audience watching." Zarn''s voice was casual, but the weight behind his words was unmistakable. "Then again, this works too. At least now I don''t have to worry about you backing out."


    Arth''s lips parted, but before he could respond, Kendrick stepped in.


    "I have to agree with you," the bodyguard said, then added smoothly, "The first part, not the second." He cast Arth a knowing glance before shifting his attention back to Zarn. "If your beast is as strong as I suspect, then showing its full power in front of an audience might be more trouble than it''s worth¡ªfor you."


    A flicker of something unreadable crossed Arth''s face, but he didn''t press the issue. Instead, he turned back to Kendrick. "So, how do you plan to clear this place?"


    Kendrick smiled faintly. "Leave that to me."


    Minutes later, the once-crowded hall had emptied out. The local boss had given the order, and no one dared oppose him. Now, only Zarn, Arth, their beasts, and the two bodyguards remained.


    At the center of the abandoned warehouse, the beast arena loomed. The scorched ground bore the scars of countless battles, the air thick with the lingering scent of burnt embers and dust.


    Mico and the Frail Calling Phoenix stepped into the ring. Flames crackled around their bodies, their shared fire-attribute nature making the air shimmer with heat.


    The phoenix flared its wings, releasing a magnificent burst of golden fire that illuminated the dim surroundings. Embers cascaded from its plumage like falling stars¡ªa breathtaking spectacle designed to intimidate.


    Yet, behind the dazzling display, uncertainty stirred.


    Its sharp eyes fixated on Mico¡ªthis beast unlike any it had ever encountered. The phoenix prided itself on knowing its own kind, on recognizing fire-wielding creatures of similar status. Yet Mico¡­ Mico was an anomaly.


    There was no trace of recognition. No ancestral familiarity. No connection to anything the phoenix had ever known.


    And that made it uneasy.


    Across from it, Mico stood still. No theatrics. No show of power. Just an unwavering, measured gaze¡ªcalm, absolute, indifferent. It wasn''t arrogance, nor was it dismissiveness. It was something far more unsettling: certainty.


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    Not a challenge. Not a test. Merely an amusement.


    The phoenix''s flames crackled louder as it spread its wings wider, attempting to drown out the quiet pressure emanating from Mico. But the weight of that gaze pressed down on it, sinking into its core like an anchor in deep waters.


    It should feel superior. It was a Mythic beast¡ªan entity of fire and rebirth.


    Yet, for the first time in its existence¡­ it felt as if it was the one being studied.


    Outside the arena, Zarn and Arth stood at opposite ends, their eyes locked on the confrontation unfolding before them.


    The stage was set. The beasts were ready.


    Now for the fight.


    A tense silence fell over the battlefield as Mico and the Frail Calling Phoenix locked eyes. The air between them wavered with heat, each breath thick with the promise of imminent destruction. The dim glow of the enclosed arena was drowned out by the rising embers, flickering in an invisible dance of dominance.


    The phoenix struck first.


    With a powerful beat of its wings, a golden inferno exploded outward, rushing forward like a tidal wave of fire. The flames roared, swallowing the arena in an instant, turning the air to molten heat. The intensity of the blaze distorted the very space around it, a testament to the legendary might of a mythical beast.


    Yet, as the fire surged toward him, Mico did not move. Not yet.


    Then, just as the inferno was about to consume him, he leaped forward¡ªinto the fire.


    His body cut through the golden flames like a blade through water. The ever-present blue fire that wreathed him flared hungrily, devouring the golden inferno before it could even touch him. The brilliant flames flickered, fought back¡ªthen vanished into nothing, swallowed by the superior heat of Mico''s unnatural fire.


    The phoenix''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    In a blur, Mico was already upon it. His claws raked through the air, carving a streak of pure blue fire that sliced through the phoenix''s protective aura. A shrill cry escaped the bird as it flapped its wings frantically, instincts screaming at it to retreat. That attack¡ªseemingly simple¡ªhad pierced through its defenses.


    Panic surged through the phoenix. It had no time to think, only react.


    Its Senar surged to its limits, and with a single powerful flap of its wings, it hurled itself backward, out of Mico''s range. But in its desperation, it had not accounted for its surroundings. The force of its escape sent it hurtling upwards¡ªstraight into the arena''s force barrier.


    The moment its flames touched the barrier, the energy field warped and shattered.


    The Local Hub''s beast arena was never meant to contain a battle of this level. The flames of a mythical beast had burned through its containment like paper, and as the phoenix passed through the breach, the entire barrier destabilized, flickering wildly before collapsing entirely.


    On the ground, Mico had already shifted. He watched the phoenix ascend, his body coiled with restrained power. Then, with a single push, he launched himself after it.


    Mid-leap, a fireball formed at his maw, pulsing with deep blue flames before he fired.


    The fireball streaked through the air, closing in on the phoenix at terrifying speed.


    The phoenix noticed.


    Just one fireball? Am I being underestimated?


    A sharp cry tore from its throat as it dived downward toward the approaching attack. Mid-flight, it twisted into a rapid spin, golden flames spiraling around it like a miniature tornado¡ªarmor of fire meant to shield it from the blow.


    Then¡ª


    BOOM!


    The fireball collided.


    A shockwave of flames erupted, golden and blue intertwining before exploding outward. The sheer force of the blast shattered what little remained of the barrier, shaking the very foundation of the warehouse.


    Through the chaos, Mico emerged, cutting through the explosion like a specter of fire and death. His claws, wreathed in azure flames, slashed forward.


    The phoenix barely saw it coming.


    Then, pain¡ªa bolt of pain ran through it''s body.


    A scorching claw mark carved across its chest, the force of the strike sending it spiraling further into the air, carried by the remnants of the blast.


    Silence followed the destruction.


    Mico landed with effortless grace, his piercing eyes already locked onto the phoenix above. His attack had struck¡ªbut the battle was not yet over.


    Hovering in the air, the phoenix wavered, wings beating unsteadily as it finally glanced down at its injury.


    A claw wound, burned black at the edges.


    Flames had burned a Fire Phoenix.


    A rare occurrence.


    Arth''s breath hitched as he stared at his tamed beast.


    "Impossible!"

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    Arth looked up at his tamed beast.


    "Impossible!"


    Both he and Zarn had been moved by the guards when the explosion erupted, now standing at the entrance of the Local Hub with the guards flanking them.


    Arth wasn''t the only one shaken. Kendrick and Nathaniel exchanged uncertain glances. Their judgment had been wrong. This time, the consequences weren''t dire, but what about next time?


    Their eyes shifted from the Phoenix hovering in the air to Mico, who stood firm, flames flickering around his body as he watched his opponent''s every move. Finally, they looked at Zarn.


    If we were wrong about the beast¡­ then what about the boy? The same thought ran through their minds. Is he really just some slum kid?


    Zarn, however, merely tilted his head, observing Mico. He really is that strong? He had known Mico was strong, but how strong? Mico on the other hand had stated that he was more than strong enough.


    Skrrrrr.


    The Phoenix''s screech shattered the momentary silence.


    Skrrrrr!


    This time, it was deafening. Windows trembled. Doors rattled. Across the neighborhood, people stirred, stepping outside to see what was happening. Yet, no one dared approach. The boss had given his orders¡ªno one was to interfere.


    Skrrrrr!


    A third screech, sharper than the last. It wasn''t just a cry; it was a sonic attack.


    The Phoenix spread its wings, golden flames bursting forth. The fire twisted and contorted until it formed a colossal, flaming silhouette¡ªan ethereal double of the Phoenix itself.


    "Calling Rebirth, Fire Phantom," Arth muttered, determination sharpening his voice. He had decided to end this quickly. "Release it completely. No holding back."


    "Sir Arth," Kendrick called out hesitantly, sensing the battle tipping into dangerous territory. "I don''t really think¡ª"


    "I don''t remember asking for your opinion," Arth cut in coldly before turning to Zarn. "My beast is about to go all out. It might get dangerous, but don''t worry¡ªI''ll hold back just enough not to kill yours."


    "That''s kind of you," Zarn said indifferently. His gaze lifted to the blazing Phoenix. "You''re not bad for a young master. I like that. So, in return, I''ll tell Mico not to kill your beast."


    Arth''s smirk faltered for a split second. Did Zarn actually believe Mico could take on something like this?


    The Phoenix shot upward, breaking through the ceiling. The fire phantom followed, leaving a gaping, scorched hole in the warehouse.


    From above, the Phoenix looked down at Mico before screeching once more.


    Skrrrrr!


    Its aura flared, pouring an overwhelming surge of fire into the phantom. The flames intensified, expanding until the fiery doppelg?nger loomed as large as the warehouse itself.


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    "You see that?" Arth said, confidence dripping from his voice.


    Zarn nodded, his expression unreadable. "Strong." His gaze shifted to Mico. "Don''t hurt it too much. No permanent injuries."


    Mico responded with a single nod, his blue flames flaring in acknowledgment.


    Arth frowned. Was Zarn serious?


    Mico crouched low, his flames intensifying. His mane became a roaring inferno, claws igniting with searing energy.


    "Strike down, Plasmic Meteorite," Arth commanded. The Phoenix merged with its phantom, ascending rapidly before diving back down like a celestial spear of fire.


    "End it, Mico. Decimation."


    Mico didn''t move¡ªhe waited. The moment the Phoenix closed in, he launched himself skyward, the force of his leap leaving a crater in the ground.


    ---


    At the City Outskirts


    Elizabeth and her brother had come to the outskirts for a simple picnic beneath the night sky.


    Standing by the cliffside, they gazed at the cityscape, their view closer to the slums than the main district.


    "Is that¡ª?" Elizabeth''s eyes widened. A massive bird, its body wreathed in golden fire, loomed in the distance. "A Phoenix!"


    "Yeah," her brother murmured. His expression remained neutral. "But it''s fighting something even stronger."


    Elizabeth''s lips parted in awe. "It''s beautiful... Wait, it''s flying higher¡ªit''s an attack!"


    The fiery bird plunged downward, an infernal streak against the night sky.


    Then, from below, a streak of brilliant blue shot upward.


    Fast.


    The moment the two forces collided, the night erupted in a blinding explosion of gold and blue.


    BOOM!


    The shockwave rippled outward, strong enough that Elizabeth and her brother felt the wind buffet their bodies.


    "Woah! Let''s go check it out!" Elizabeth urged.


    Her brother, unimpressed, shook his head. "Pass. This fight is nothing serious."


    Elizabeth blinked at him. "You''re saying that wasn''t serious?"


    "They''re holding back," he said flatly. "Neither of them has shown their real power."


    Elizabeth hesitated, then sighed. "Fine, fine. See you later."


    She turned and mounted her Skytreader Golden Eagle, ready to see for herself just how "unserious" this battle really was.


    ---


    The night sky above the slums.


    A storm of golden fire, shaped like a mighty bird, descended from the clouds, its full wrath unleashed. The air in its path warped, shimmering under the sheer heat it radiated. Then, from below, a streak of blue light shot up to meet it.


    Unlike the blazing inferno above, the blue streak was a compressed force¡ªraw momentum and unimaginable physical strength packed into a single burst. Compared to the sheer, radiant power of the firebird, it seemed almost insignificant. But appearances could be deceiving.


    The blue streak moved nearly three times faster, a blur against the night sky.


    BOOM!


    First came the sonic boom, a deafening crack that split the air. Then, the collision¡ªtwo forces slamming into each other with a devastating force. And finally, the explosion.


    Golden fire and blue energy detonated in the sky, creating a brilliant, searing flash that momentarily turned night into day¡ªfor those right under it. A shockwave rolled outward, its winds tearing through the slums below like a silent warning of the battle above.


    Yet, for all its might, the explosion never reached the ground. The true clash remained high in the sky¡ªfar from the city, far from the people. A brilliant result.


    In the aftermath, Mico landed lightly amidst the wreckage of the Local Hub, the Phoenix clutched gently in his maw. He was careful¡ªnot a single fang pierced its burning feathers.

 You motherfucker...

    In the aftermath, Mico landed lightly amidst the wreckage of the Local Hub, the Phoenix clutched gently in his maw. He was careful¡ªnot a single fang pierced its burning feathers.


    He had heard when Zarn said, "Don''t kill it."


    If one had been watching closely, they would have seen how the blue streak had pierced through the firebird''s chest just before it exploded. The Phoenix had been disarmed in that instant. Zarn had warned him mentally:


    "It might still have one more screech left. No point letting it recover¡ªtake it down in one go."


    So he did.


    Now, with measured steps, Mico carried the Phoenix toward the group. As he reached them, he dropped the subdued bird at Arth''s feet before moving to Zarn''s side.


    Zarn leaned against Mico, casually petting him. "I win." He smiled at Arth, his voice light, almost teasing.


    "Nice job," he spoke to Mico through their link, "you''re pretty strong too."


    Mico puffed out his chest in pride. "Not ''pretty strong.'' I''m really strong¡ªprobably as strong as you on a good day."


    Zarn chuckled. "Yeah, of course. You''re the strongest beast on this planet too." His sarcasm was clear, but he didn''t argue.


    Arth, meanwhile, stood frozen, his eyes locked onto his fallen companion.


    "Mrath lost... It lost."


    The words escaped his lips in disbelief.


    It took him a moment to snap out of his daze before he rushed to his Phoenix, kneeling beside it. He let out a breath of relief upon seeing that it was still alive¡ªshaken, but breathing. Mico had been precise, ensuring not to deliver a fatal blow.


    The guards stood still, equally stunned. Unlike Arth, they understood the full picture. They had seen everything.


    Mico wasn''t just a bit stronger than Mrath.


    He was on another level. Perhaps two.


    In Senar terms, Mrath was a mid-tier Adept-class beast, roughly at a low-level Class 4 user''s strength. That alone made it one of the strongest beasts in their city. Yet Mico had overwhelmed it without a scratch.


    That meant only one thing¡ªMico was likely a high-class Adept-tier beast, strong enough to match even a high-level Class 4 fighter like them.


    Nathaniel stepped forward, crouching beside Arth and placing his hands over the Phoenix. A soft lemon-colored glow radiated from his palms. Above his head, a small bird emerged from a summoning circle, wings flapping gently. It circled over Mrath, scattering shimmering motes of energy onto the fallen beast.


    Zarn''s gaze sharpened.


    "A natural healer." He mused. Not as rare as us natural summoners, but still hard to come by. For Arth to have one as a bodyguard... his background must be stronger than I thought. But this guy¡ª


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    Zarn suddenly straightened, his eyes snapping upward through the shattered warehouse roof before sweeping the surroundings.


    "I wouldn''t like to get involved in this."


    Arth''s voice interrupted his thoughts. "You win."


    Zarn blinked. "Huh?"


    Arth exhaled sharply, his face still stiff with frustration. "You win. Your Mico is stronger. You don''t have to gloat about it."


    Zarn smirked. "Yeah. But I don''t think that''s what you should be worried about right now."


    He gestured toward Kendrick, whose sharp gaze was locked onto a dark corner of the warehouse. The air in that spot felt... off.


    Kendrick''s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. "Just show yourselves. I know you''re there."


    A metallic rasp echoed as he drew his weapon from his space ring. Beside him, a massive grey wolf-like beast materialized. It stood nearly two meters tall¡ªjust as tall as Kendrick himself¡ªits fur laced with pulsing blue veins.


    Zarn''s eyes flickered toward Kendrick''s beast, recognition clicking in his mind.


    So, he''s a dual-power type... A summoner and a fighter... I think... Hmm, maybe I should have done a bit more studying.


    It was rare but not unheard of. Those who could fight at such high levels while also commanding high-tier beasts were dangerous in any battle.


    Arth, however, had no time to think about Kendrick. His focus was on the figure emerging from the shadows.


    His breath hitched.


    An Assassin. Using a shadow related skill... Most likely a Natural Assassin power-type.


    Everything about the figure screamed it¡ªthe way they moved without a sound, their subtle control of presence, even the placement of their beast, positioned to strike the moment an opening appeared.


    Are they here to kill me? No... this should be more of a kidnapping situation.


    The cloaked figure stepped forward, a beast loping at their side. The beast resembled a furless gorilla, its massive hands riddled with patches of rock, marking it as a rock-type.


    More figures followed¡ªsix in total, emerging from the darkness. Unlike the cloaked figure, they wore no hoods. But each bore an emblem burned onto their clothing.


    Kendrick''s eyes narrowed.


    Seven of them. But only one is a real problem.


    His mind assessed them instantly.


    The cloaked figure was at high-level Class 4¡ªhis equal. The rest were low-level Class 4, which meant his beast alone could handle them without much trouble.


    Adept-tier beasts covered everything from low-level Class 3 to high-level Class 4, but Kendrick''s beast was at the peak. Against these grunts? It was more than enough.


    Kendrick exhaled, steadying himself. "I respect your courage for moving against us, but isn''t this a little... futile?"


    The cloaked figure chuckled, lifting a hand to their mouth in mock amusement. "Futile? Hehe..."


    Tch. Kendrick clicked his tongue. "Nathaniel, take the beast. I''ll handle our cloaked friend here."


    But before Nathaniel could respond¡ª


    "Hmm. You might have more to worry about than that."


    Zarn''s voice cut in, calm but firm.


    Kendrick frowned. "What?"


    His instincts were sharp. He had accounted for everything¡ªthe seven enemies, their beasts, the potential fight. The only anomaly was the observer higher in the sky...


    Unless¡ª


    Had he missed something?


    Zarn pointed directly at Nathaniel.


    "Him."


    Kendrick''s stomach dropped.


    Nathaniel placed a firm hand on Arth''s shoulder and turned to face Kendrick.


    A slow smirk crossed his lips. "No hard feelings. Just doing my job¡ªmy real job."


    For a moment, the warehouse fell into utter silence.


    Then¡ª


    "You motherfucker!!!"


    Kendrick''s angry roar shattered the silence.

 Battle it out...

    "You motherfucker!!!" Kendrick''s voice resounded through the entire warehouse.


    "Language, bro. There are kids around." Nathaniel''s voice shifted, his tone too casual, his entire aura shifting along with it. The mask he had worn for so long was gone. It was obvious now¡ªeverything Kendrick had known about him until this moment had been a lie.


    Kendrick gritted his teeth. "Since when?"


    "When I infiltrated, or when this was planned out?" Nathaniel asked with a smirk.


    "When this was planned. I know for sure that Zarn wasn''t part of your plan, so how?" Kendrick demanded.


    "Yeah, he was never part of the plan, but you see, what just happened is eerily similar to what we had intended all along," Nathaniel explained casually.


    "Mr. Isaac leaving us?" Kendrick was fuming. Mr. Isaac had been Arth''s uncle, a true powerhouse, and the only reason Arth''s parents had allowed him to come to such a small city. But an emergency in a nearby city had suddenly forced him to leave in a hurry, promising to return in a few hours.


    Kendrick clenched his fist. He hadn''t thought about it earlier, but when Isaac had been about to leave, he had paused. Just for a second. His gaze had landed on Nathaniel¡ªnot in suspicion, not in hesitation, but in silent warning. It had been subtle, almost imperceptible, but Kendrick had caught it. It was as if he had been telling him: Be careful.


    "Yep, my boss was the one who lured him away," Nathaniel said with a satisfied smile.


    At the mention of his uncle, Arth stirred, his expression darkening.


    Nathaniel noticed, his grip tightening on Arth''s shoulder. "Don''t try anything stupid," he advised coolly, his gaze sharp as steel. "You know I''m stronger than you. It''d be a shame if this turned ugly."


    Arth clenched his fists, his entire body tense. His instincts screamed at him to act, but Nathaniel''s confidence wasn''t unwarranted. He was stronger, and Arth knew it.


    Zarn watched on with a deadpan expression, making no move to intervene. Mico stood by his side, watching as well, but there was a subtle restlessness in the way his tail flicked, his claws slightly unsheathing and retracting.


    Meanwhile, the cloaked man took a step forward, his voice calm but laced with intent. "We calculated that my beast would be used to stop Mrath, but that seems unnecessary now that Mico took care of it. It changes little."


    Kendrick''s mind worked through the pieces, and then it clicked. "I see. You planned to use that beast as bait¡ªto tempt the young master into a duel, which would inevitably lead us to a situation like this. Far deep in the slums, far away from any authorities."


    The cloaked man gave a tired sigh in his mind. Such a hassle for such little pay. The top families are always up to something. If it weren''t for the fact that our boss needs this done, I wouldn''t even be here.


    "You bastards," Kendrick cursed, his grip on his sword tightening, his aura surging.


    The six men behind the cloaked figure shifted, their hands resting on their weapons, tension thick in the air. Kendrick, already drawing his blade, positioned himself defensively as they closed in. His beast growled, sensing the impending fight. This is a hopeless fight. Should I sacrifice Zora to escape with Arth? If only I could get the help of that beast, Mico¡­ but who am I kidding? Who would put themselves in unnecessary danger for someone else''s safety?


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    Then, before anyone could react, the air split with a sharp movement.


    A deafening boom echoed as Mico lunged, moving of his own accord. His powerful form crashed into Nathaniel, a fiery claw swipe sending him sprawling backward. The force of the impact cracked the warehouse floor beneath them. A lemon-hued energy shield had taken the brunt of the attack, but the sheer force was too much to completely negate it.


    Nathaniel gritted his teeth as he pushed himself up, shaking off the impact. His arms had absorbed most of the damage, but his gaze locked onto Mico, something unreadable flickering in his expression.


    And then, everything fell apart.


    Kendrick found himself instantly surrounded, the cloaked man and his six subordinates moving in unison. His beast reacted instinctively, positioning itself defensively. The numbers were not in his favor, but that wouldn''t stop him. He pushed his body to its physical limit, flooding it with the maximum amount of Senar he could use at once.


    Swoosh!


    Kendrick turned into a storm of blades and destruction. His opponents, who had not come with the intention of killing him, were forced to match his rhythm or be cut down. Sparks flew as steel clashed against steel. Kendrick weaved between attacks, every movement sharp, precise, and lethal. He danced with death, a relentless force cutting through hesitation.


    Nathaniel, still recovering from Mico''s attack, barely had time to react before another strike came his way. Kendrick''s beast vanished in a blur, switching places with Mico to take on Nathaniel. The battle splintered into chaos.


    Arth, freed from Nathaniel''s grip, wasted no time. A blade-like rope manifested in his hands as he charged at Nathaniel''s beast¡ªa Dark-Edge Sparrow. The bird may have been small, but it was terrifying. Each tiny sparkling mote radiating from its feathers detonated in small but concentrated explosions. Its speed was overwhelming, forcing Arth onto the defensive despite his status as a world-level young prodigy.


    On the other side, Mico engaged the cloaked man''s gorilla-type beast. The creature was massive, muscles rippling with raw power. Each strike sent tremors through the ground, unleashing shockwaves and earth spikes with every movement. Mico, nimble and fast, danced around the attacks, avoiding devastating blows with split-second precision. His claws lashed out, each swipe a blur, leaving deep gashes in the gorilla''s thick hide.


    The battlefield shifted rapidly. Each combatant instinctively moved away from the others, the sheer scale of their attacks making the enclosed warehouse unfit for prolonged battle. They pushed further out, the ground cracking beneath them as the power of their struggle intensified.


    High above the chaos, Zarn sat on the half-broken roof of the warehouse, his gaze calm as he observed the unfolding carnage. He had no immediate intention to intervene¡ªthis was not his battle, and in his present state, he shouldn''t fight. His main focus was on Mico.


    He really was cooped up. I can tell he didn''t attack Nathaniel to save Arth; he did it just to get in a fight.


    To be fair, having this much power and not using it must have been suffocating. I just didn''t know his true capabilities. I would have tested them¡ªif he hadn''t told me he was a lion and would rather sleep than do anything in the world.


    As Zarn mused over the situation, a huge bird dived down from the sky, a beautiful girl perched on its back.


    Elizabeth.


    Her beast, the Skytreader Golden Eagle, let out a piercing cry as it neared the battlefield. Elizabeth leapt off mid-air, two daggers appearing in her hands as she joined Arth''s fight against the Dark-Edge Sparrow. Her eagle soared higher, its sharp talons glinting before it dived toward Kendrick''s opponents, alleviating some of his pressure.


    The battlefield shifted once more. With Elizabeth and her beast''s arrival, the fight was no longer one-sided.


    Zarn watched the change with intrigue.


    Politics and power¡­ this was a game. A stupid game.

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    The battlefield was locked in a fragile stalemate.


    Kendrick and Elizabeth held their ground against the cloaked man and his six henchmen, their defenses thinning with every clash.


    Kendrick''s blade flickered with Senar, each strike sending sharp arcs of energy through the air. The cloaked man, however, was like a ghost¡ªtwisting just out of reach every time, his movements impossibly fluid. His footwork wasted no motion, slipping effortlessly through the gaps in Kendrick''s assault.


    Kendrick clicked his tongue. Damn rat.


    It was clear¡ªthe cloaked man was avoiding a direct confrontation. Assassins thrived in the shadows, not in head-on battles.


    Further away, Elizabeth tore through her opponents with raw speed.


    She weaved between the henchmen, striking before they could react, her enhanced strength sending them reeling. But they were seasoned fighters.


    Though they couldn''t match her power, they compensated with experience, predicting her patterns, forcing her into a more defensive stance.


    She gritted her teeth. I should be winning this. As a Mid-level Class 4, she was stronger, faster¡ªbut her lack of battle-hardened instinct meant she couldn''t dominate outright.


    Nathaniel, on the other hand, fought relentlessly against Kendrick''s beast, Zora. Their battle had turned into a brutal test of endurance.


    Physically, Zora had the advantage¡ªit was stronger, faster, and its attacks packed more weight.


    But Nathaniel was relentless. He conjured energy barriers and Senar beams as effortlessly as breathing, dulling Zora''s momentum at every turn.


    And each time Zora landed a hit? Nathaniel barely reacted. His wounds glowed, flesh stitching itself back together in seconds.


    Battle-trained healers were a hassle to fight.


    Mico and the gorilla-type beast were still locked in an exchange, powerful blows flying at each other. At first glance, neither seemed to gain the upper hand.


    Meanwhile, Arth, Elizabeth''s eagle, and Mrath¡ªwho was not fully recovered¡ªhad begun suppressing the Dark-Edge Sparrow, forcing it into retreat.


    But it was obvious.


    The sparrow was still holding back.


    The cloaked man''s gaze swept over the battlefield. From an outsider''s view, his side still had the advantage. But the cracks in their momentum were becoming painfully clear.


    Mrath is recovering too fast.


    The real anomaly, however, was Mico. The gorilla should have been keeping him in check¡ªyet something was off.


    Mico wasn''t losing ground. If anything, he was getting faster. Stronger.


    What the hell is that thing?


    Unease settled in the cloaked man''s chest. The battle could shift against them at any moment. He made his decision.


    "We need to finish this now. Do it."


    His men obeyed without hesitation, pulling out Senar vials. With this, they could temporarily boost their power, pushing themselves a level higher.


    Zarn, from his vantage point, immediately noticed something.


    These vials¡­ they''re of higher quality than those the muggers used earlier.


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    The cloaked man gave the final order.


    "Hold them back. I''ll take the boy. We''re leaving."


    The henchmen lifted the vials, ready to drink.


    Then¡ªstillness.


    A heartbeat later, one of the men stopped moving entirely, his fingers barely touching the vial''s surface.


    The entire battlefield froze.


    Zarn stood before him.


    His presence was so sudden, so absolute, it defied reaction.


    The vial was already in his hand. The man hadn''t even realized it had been taken.


    Damn. Too fast.


    Only three people had noticed him move¡ªKendrick, Nathaniel, and the cloaked man himself.


    The cloaked man''s thoughts raced. I''ll have to remove my limiter.


    While everyone else was still processing what had happened, Mico''s scolding voice echoed in Zarn''s mind through their telepathic link.


    "You shouldn''t be using your strength. Today is not a good day."


    Zarn smiled. I''ll be fine.


    But that momentary distraction cost them.


    The gorilla-type beast took the opening. Its massive fist crashed into Mico''s side with bone-shattering force, sending him hurtling through the warehouse wall.


    He tumbled outside, debris scattering in his wake.


    Zarn glanced at the wreckage. His expression unreadable.


    Then, as if wholly disinterested, he turned his attention back to the Senar vials in his hand.


    His next words were so casual, so unbothered, that they stunned those around him.


    "Kill the beast, Mico.


    Decimation."


    Beyond the wreckage, Mico stirred.


    He had taken the full brunt of the gorilla''s attack¡ªyet not a single scratch marked his body.


    Rising into a low crouch, his mane ignited in a roaring blue blaze, his claws crackling with raw, destructive energy.


    Then, he moved.


    A streak of blue fire shot forward, closing the distance between him and the gorilla in an instant.


    The cloaked man''s body tensed.


    It won''t survive.


    He knew what that skill meant.


    Knew that the only reason Mrath had survived it before was because Mico had shown mercy.


    This time, there was no restraint.


    Kendrick and Nathaniel could only gauge Mico''s strength based on what they had seen.


    But the cloaked man?


    He saw everything.


    Even with a limiter on, his senses were sharper than theirs. And now?


    I can finally see it. Mico isn''t an Adept-tier.


    He''s an Elite.


    The cloaked man didn''t hesitate. He broke his limiter.


    A rush of power flooded into his body. His aura spiked violently, surging higher and higher.


    To get into the city unnoticed, he had lowered his strength to Class 4¡ªany higher, and the city''s surveillance would have detected him.


    A Protector might notice me, but¡ª


    He moved.


    And ran straight into the heel of Zarn''s boot.


    The impact was instant.


    The kick struck his face with merciless precision, sending him careening backward.


    His body crashed through the warehouse, obliterating an entire section in an explosion of steel and concrete.


    It was too late for the beast, anyways.


    Mico''s blazing form collided with the gorilla-type beast.


    The creature barely had time to react.


    Mico''s fangs sank deep into its neck, his claws tearing into its shoulders with lethal force.


    The sheer momentum of his attack dragged both of them through the wreckage, out into the open air.


    Then, the real destruction began.


    Mico''s flames surged inward, pouring into the gorilla''s body, incinerating it from the inside out.


    The beast barely managed a strangled cry before its form convulsed, breaking apart under the unbearable heat.


    Awesome.


    Zarn, ever the irresponsible parent, overlooked the fact that Mico had essentially just committed murder.


    Instead, he was simply proud of his display.

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    Awesome.


    Zarn, ever the irresponsible parent, overlooked the fact that Mico had essentially just committed murder.


    Instead, he was simply proud of his display.


    Boom!


    A massive explosion of energy drew everyone''s attention. In a purple flash, the spot where the cloaked person had been buried, blew up into a cloud of dust and debris.


    The cloaked person¡ªor rather, the cloaked woman¡ªwalked out of the debris. She was young, striking, her vibrant purple hair impossible to miss.


    "Seems I messed up," she admitted, rolling her shoulders. "This was meant to be a covert mission. But that doesn''t mean I''ll leave empty-handed. I''m still taking the boy."


    "She got stronger?" Zarn muttered, sensing the sudden spike in power.


    "Yes," Kendrick confirmed. "She must have kept a limiter on to avoid alerting the protectors. I don''t think I''m her match anymore."


    To be honest, this not about what I think anymore, I am definitely not her match. She is presently a Class 5 now, not just sure how strong. Kendrick thought to himself.


    "Hm." Zarn barely reacted. Instead, he walked over to Elizabeth. "Can I borrow one of your daggers?"


    Elizabeth hesitated before handing him a blade. "Sure."


    "Thanks." He turned to the others. "You guys can stop looking at me like that. I''m an adult. I just look like this because of my¡­ special physique."


    A silent wave of relief passed through the group. Their worldview had been teetering on the edge¡ªhow could someone who looked so young be this powerful?


    They all have the same line of thought¡ªa Class 5 at twelve.


    In the expanse of history, no one has ever reached that level at such a young age.


    But, since it was a special physic, then they could relax.


    Zarn weighed the dagger in his hand, then locked eyes with the purple-haired woman.


    "You don''t actually think you can win, do you?" she taunted.


    "We''re about to find out."


    Zarn blurred out of existence.


    In a blink, he was in front of her. The woman reacted instantly, an energy blade forming in her grip as she slashed¡ªtoo slow. He was already gone, ducking under the attack and vanishing again.


    Then¡ª


    A whisper of movement behind her.


    She spun, blade flashing¡ªonly to feel cold metal press against her throat.


    Her breath caught. But before the dagger could slice, a devastating blast of energy erupted from her back¡ª


    But, Zarn was still around.


    Above her. Mid-flip.


    He had dodged at the last possible moment, as if he''d seen it coming.


    She barely had time to process it before¡ª


    BAM!


    His foot crashed into her face.


    And from that moment on, the beating of her life began.


    Zarn moved like a phantom, slipping through the gaps in her defense with impossible precision. Every time she lashed out with her energy blade, he was already gone, his small frame weaving through the air like a whisper of wind.


    A blur. A crack. A body bending under force.


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    The first blow slammed into her ribs. Before the pain could register, the second crashed into her abdomen, lifting her off the ground.


    Then he was behind her.


    Boom!


    A kick to the spine sent her flying through a crumbling alley wall, debris raining down.


    She twisted midair, gritting her teeth. This wasn''t working. His reactions weren''t just fast¡ªthey were unnatural.


    Fine.


    She stopped struggling, body descending, let herself sink into the shadows, her body dissolving into the darkness beneath the rubble¡ª


    Then¡ª


    A foot crashed into empty space, just by the rubble and the world snapped back into focus.


    Her form was kicked out of the void before she could fully merge, reality forcing her body back into existence mid-air.


    She barely had time to register what happened before¡ª


    Bam!


    Zarn''s knee buried itself in her gut.


    A second later¡ª


    A hook to the temple¡ªcrack!¡ªshe spun through the air, smashing into a market stall.


    She pushed off the ground, her illusions flickering around her¡ªtemporary mirages shifting her form in multiple directions. A perfect feint.


    Zarn didn''t even hesitate. He ignored them completely.


    His fist drove into her real body without a moment''s delay.


    The mirages vanished, useless.


    She barely staggered back before the next hit landed¡ªbrutal, unrelenting.


    Every retreat ended the same way.


    Another devastating combo. Another flight through collapsing rooftops.


    Another failed attempt to kill him.


    This wasn''t how it was supposed to go. She was a natural assassin, born to hunt and kill with speed and precision. But her blades never reached him.


    Her footwork shifted. She melted into the ruins, Senar fading¡ªno longer attacking head-on.


    Silence.


    A blur.


    Then she was behind him, her dagger inches from his throat.


    Zarn ducked. Effortlessly.


    Her blade cut through empty air.


    His elbow slammed into her ribs, sending her skidding across the dirt road.


    Her breath came out ragged. She wasn''t used to feeling helpless. I am a High-level class 5, for fuck''s sake.


    Desperation surged. She poured everything into a final, all-consuming blast, a massive explosion of raw energy meant to erase everything in its path.


    The ground shattered. The air burned.


    For a brief moment, she thought she''d bought herself some breathing room.


    Then¡ª


    A shadow appeared above her.


    Zarn, flipping effortlessly through the sky, completely unharmed.


    Her heart stopped.


    Before she could react¡ª


    CRACK!


    His foot met her skull.


    Her world went black.


    Then,


    BAM! Boom! Bang!


    Her body crashed through the district.


    She crashed through a final rooftop, the same warehouse where the battle had begun.


    The slum lay in ruins, their fight having ravaged an entire district¡ªonly to end right where it started.


    Zarn landed lightly beside her, twirling the dagger in his fingers as if he had all the time in the world.


    She groaned, trying to push herself up, but her limbs refused to respond. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest, her mind still reeling from the sheer brutality of the fight.


    Then, her gaze fell on the dagger in his hand.


    It was the same one she had seen earlier¡ªthe one she had dismissed as insignificant in the midst of their battle. Only now did she notice the faint runes glowing along its edge, humming with restrained power.


    Her breath caught.


    He had this the entire time?


    A slow, sinking realization washed over her, drowning out the pain.


    He never even truly used it.


    The entire fight¡ªeverything¡ªhad been nothing more than him playing around. If he had drawn the dagger for a true attack, even once, this would have ended before it even started.


    Her body trembled. Not just from exhaustion.


    From the sheer, overwhelming gap between them.


    Her eyes blanked as she fell unconscious.


    "Guess I was right," Zarn murmured. "Being cooped up with this much power is suffocating."


    He crouched beside her, studying her unconscious form.


    Then¡ª


    A presence.


    Zarn''s gaze shifted to his left. A masked woman with long blue hair had appeared without a sound.


    Calm. Poised. Dangerous.


    "Are you her boss?" he asked.


    "Yes," she replied, her voice gentle yet firm. "And I would like to take her with me, if you don''t mind."

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    Zarn turned to his left, his gaze locking onto the masked blue-haired woman standing just a few paces away.


    She had appeared so suddenly, right after he crouched, that he hadn''t even sensed her presence until now. The eerie stillness of the warehouse contrasted sharply with the chaos that had unfolded moments ago.


    "Are you her boss?" Zarn asked, his voice calm but firm.


    The woman nodded slightly. "Yes, and I would like to take her with me if you don''t mind." Her tone was gentle, yet there was an unshakable authority in her words.


    Zarn studied her for a moment longer before shrugging. "Take her. I won''t interfere," he said, glancing toward the unconscious purple-haired woman. "But leave Arth out of this. He is not to be touched."


    The masked woman tilted her head, as if contemplating his demand, then gave a slow nod. Just before she turned to leave, she cast a glance at Mico.


    "You have a nice beast."


    "Uh? Thanks, I guess," Zarn said, caught slightly off guard. Despite not being able to see her face under the mask, he had the distinct feeling that she was smiling.


    Mico, on the other hand, scoffed. "Hmph." Her compliment is so dry.


    Without another word, the blue-haired woman moved, swift and silent, her movements almost unnatural. Before Zarn could register the full extent of her actions, she and the purple-haired woman were gone, vanishing into the night.


    Zarn exhaled, turning toward Mico. His partner stood a few meters away, licking its lips, a faint glow illuminating its mouth.


    "Hm, I''m guessing that''s a beast core?" Zarn asked, stepping closer.


    Mico gave a low growl of affirmation, revealing the orb between its teeth¡ªa condensed essence of the gorilla-type beast it had defeated.


    Zarn raised an eyebrow. He knew beast cores had various uses¡ªfueling artifacts, rune treasures, alchemy, and even beast enhancement¡ªbut he had never personally handled one before.


    Through their telepathic link, he asked, "You know what they''re used for?"


    Mico snorted. "You''re such an irresponsible guardian. I won''t tell you. A quick search would be enough for you to learn about them."


    "Hmph, rude." Zarn gestured to the orb. "Give it here. Consider it punishment for your rudeness."


    "You want to take this away from me? No way."


    "Now you''re being disobedient."


    "You''re the one trying to steal something I worked for."


    "Tch, never mind. I''ll find another way to get back at you for school-shaming me."


    Their mental conversation ended as Zarn stretched his arms. "We should get going before more trouble shows up," he muttered, but just as he took a step forward, he halted. "Tch, too late, I guess."


    A powerful gust of wind swept through the ruined warehouse, rustling the broken beams and stirring up clouds of dust. Above them, a large falcon descended, its majestic form outlined against the night sky. A man, clad in sleek protective gear with an emblem on his left shoulder, leapt from the bird''s back, landing gracefully amidst the debris.


    A Protector had arrived.


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    His sharp eyes swept across the battlefield, taking in the destruction¡ªthe shattered walls, the smoldering ground where Mico had unleashed its flames, and the frozen form of Nathaniel, who had not moved since Zarn''s overwhelming display of power.


    His gaze carefully moved over each person. That should be the Phoenix Lord''s nephew¡ªthe world prodigy, Arth. His beast. His two bodyguards and their respective beasts. Huh? His eyes narrowed slightly. What is the City Lord''s daughter doing here? Then, his attention shifted to the blue-flamed lion. A bonded beast? Which means¡­ His gaze fell on Zarn. Him¡­ What... is he?


    A low-level Class 1.


    That was what a Senar report would say. That was what his aura projected.


    But that wasn''t the truth.


    The Protector''s eyes narrowed slightly. A Class 1 could never do this. Could never stand unshaken in the aftermath of such destruction. Could never emit the presence he had felt, even for a brief moment, before the energy vanished as though it had never existed.


    His mind raced through possibilities. Was it an artifact? A hidden technique? A temporary enhancement? If he had truly been Class 1, then what the hell had just happened here?


    Before the Protector could step forward, another presence made itself known. A middle-aged man entered the wreckage, walking with unhurried confidence. A huge phoenix followed closely beside him, its golden-red feathers flickering like embers in the dim light.


    Arth''s expression shifted immediately. "Uncle Isaac."


    Isaac Rudrug, one of the pillars of the Rudrug, barely acknowledged the destruction as he surveyed the scene. His gaze lingered on Arth and Kendrick before he nodded.


    "You two did well," he said, his deep voice carrying authority. "Come. Let''s talk."


    The Protector, upon recognizing Isaac, finally spoke. "Elizabeth."


    Zarn''s eyes flicked toward the girl. Elizabeth? Now that he thought about it, she looks familiar. I think I have seen her on screen before.


    Elizabeth flinched at the call of her name but quickly straightened herself before walking over. The Protector began questioning her, though Zarn paid little attention. His focus remained on Isaac, who now approached him and Mico.


    "Zarn, was it?" Isaac asked, stopping a few feet away.


    Zarn inclined his head slightly, watching him closely.


    "I appreciate what you''ve done here tonight. You protected Arth and Kendrick, and for that, you have my gratitude." Isaac''s tone was measured. "I''d like to extend an invitation. Come with us to the Rudrug Family estate. You''ll be safer there."


    Zarn hesitated. He had never been one to accept help, especially from nobles. "I''d rather not. I don''t belong in a place like that."


    Isaac chuckled. "After tonight, your life in Drenda will never be the same again. Whether you want it or not, people will come looking for you. It''s better to be prepared."


    Zarn frowned, considering his words. He hated the idea of being tangled in noble affairs, but Isaac had a point. The aftermath of this battle would undoubtedly bring trouble his way. With a reluctant sigh, he relented. "Fine."


    Satisfied, Isaac shifted the conversation. "Tell me what happened here."


    Zarn shook his head. "Ask Arth. He''ll fill you in."


    Isaac raised an eyebrow but let the matter drop. Instead, he posed another question. "That blue-haired woman who appeared at the end¡ªwho is she?"


    Zarn thought back to their encounter. "I don''t know who she is. I just know she''s stronger than the current me." He offered nothing more.


    Before Isaac could press further, a swarm of officials arrived, assessing the damage and tending to the injured. Some moved toward Zarn, but Isaac stepped in their path.


    "The Rudrug Family will handle this," he declared, his tone brooking no argument. "That includes the costs and the aftermath."


    Even the Protector, who had clearly intended to question Zarn, found himself blocked. "If you need anything, speak with me first," Isaac stated.


    The officials exchanged uneasy glances but ultimately backed off, unwilling to challenge one of the seven ruling families.


    Meanwhile, the matter of Nathaniel arose. The officials attempted to arrest him, but Isaac once again intervened.


    "He''s coming with us," Isaac said, his voice carrying finality.


    The officials hesitated but ultimately relented.


    With the situation now firmly in Isaac''s hands, Zarn exhaled slowly. He cast one last glance at the ruined district of the slums before turning to Mico.


    "Guess our quiet life is over, huh?" he muttered.


    Mico let out a low rumble in response, flicking its tail as the last embers of its flames danced in the night air.

 Beast Cores...

    Zarn sat cross-legged on his bed, absentmindedly stroking Mico''s soft fur. The lion lay sprawled behind him, belly-up, flicking its tail lazily against the mattress.


    He had left shortly after Isaac began dealing with the aftermath of the battle. There was much to do, loose ends to tie up, before his departure to the Rudrugs.


    Now, he stared at the holographic screen projected by his smartwatch, waiting.


    [ Connecting¡­ ]


    A few seconds passed before a face popped up on the screen¡ªMira. Her brown eyes locked onto him immediately, and he didn''t miss the way her makeup, though hastily applied, attempted to mask her natural features.


    The sharp resolution of the projection made every detail obvious.


    "Oh? If it isn''t the rich slumper." She smirked, tilting her head. "You never call. To what do I owe this unexpected blessing?"


    Zarn chuckled. "Well, I called to tell you¡­ I''m leaving."


    The teasing glint in Mira''s eyes dimmed slightly. "Leaving?" Her voice held confusion, but the small quiver beneath it told him she had already understood.


    She had expected this day to come sooner or later. After all, their old friend group had already scattered, one by one. The only ones left behind were her and Zarn.


    She had a reason to stay¡ªwaiting for her sister''s summoning event so she could take her away. But Zarn?


    Among their group, it was a known thought that Zarn would never leave. Not because he couldn''t, but because he had no reason to.


    Now, he was saying he was going.


    The only thing that could force Zarn out was someone else.


    Her mind raced through the possibilities, and her expression hardened.


    "¡­Tell me, Zarn," she said, voice quieter now. "Are you being forced out?"


    Zarn blinked before waving a dismissive hand. "Forced? Of course not."


    Mira narrowed her eyes, unconvinced.


    "You heard the boom bang boom from the other side of the slums a few minutes ago, right?" he asked.


    "Yeah?"


    "Well¡­ that was me." He grinned sheepishly. "I, uh, caused a little environmental destruction and all that. Now, staying here would be a hassle. I don''t feel like having every passerby stare at me in fear or dealing with some street thug treating me like a god."


    Mira scoffed. "Please. You''ve always been treated like a god."


    "No," Zarn corrected, shaking his head. "They worshiped Ghost Hands. They didn''t know me."


    She went silent for a moment, studying him.


    "So¡­ you''re leaving for a change of environment?"


    "Something like that."


    Mira crossed her arms. "And where exactly are you going?"


    Zarn scratched his cheek. "Oh, have you heard of the Rudrug family? Big deal, right? You should have."


    Mira''s expression froze.


    "¡­The Rudrug?" Her voice turned sharp. Then, her eyes narrowed.


    "I thought you said you weren''t being forced out!"


    Zarn leaned back against Mico''s warm fur, his fingers idly tapping against his knee. "Yeah, I''m not being forced. I just happened to meet someone with authority in the Rudrug family, and he invited me over. In good will."


    Mira arched a skeptical brow. "In good will?"


    "Yep." He smirked. "I''m pretty sure I''m a great judge of character. At least, Mico is."


    Mira rolled her eyes. "I trust that oversized cat more than you, so I guess I''ll let that slide." Then her voice softened just a little. "So you''re really leaving."


    Zarn nodded.


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    She exhaled sharply, leaning forward as if trying to read him through the screen. "And you couldn''t even bother coming over? A farewell over video? Seriously?"


    "This is the best you get," Zarn said lightly, though his tone held a hint of something else. "If I come over, I''m afraid I''d never leave this city."


    Mira scoffed. "What, it''s not like I''d hold you down forever or anything¡­" A slow smirk curled her lips, her voice dropping into something teasingly sultry. "I could just force you to impregnate me before you go. That way, you''d always have a reason to come back."


    Zarn didn''t even blink. "Anyways."


    Mira groaned. "Did you just ignore my statement?"


    "Yes. Completely."


    She clicked her tongue in annoyance, but there was no real heat behind it.


    Zarn stretched his arms. "Help me extend my farewells to Lina. I''m afraid her reaction might be a little too much if I tell her in person or even over the phone. So, thank you."


    Mira frowned. "Coward."


    "Survivor," he corrected with a grin.


    She sighed. "Fine, I''ll tell her. But you better not vanish completely, Zarn."


    "I''ll try not to." He hesitated, just for a second. Then he exhaled and smiled. "Thanks for helping me, Mira. Goodbye."


    And before she could say anything else, he ended the call.


    The holographic screen flickered out, leaving Zarn in silence.


    Mico let out a lazy snort from behind him. "You are a coward."


    "Shut up, furball." Zarn stood, stretching. "Now, to see what these beasts core are... And why you shouldn''t eat one." Zarn emphasized the last part, his judgemental eyes locked on Mico.


    "Hey, I am fine."


    "Tch." Zarn scoffed.


    He leaned back against the headboard, his smartwatch projecting a new holographic screen in front of him.


    "Alright, let''s see what these beast cores are really about¡­" Zarn muttered, swiping through search results.


    Lines of text and images filled the screen as he scrolled through various articles, forums, and research papers.


    ---


    [What Are Beast Cores?]


    Beast cores are crystallized energy masses formed within the bodies of beasts. These cores contain condensed Senar, the essence of life, and the bloodline power unique to every beast. Depending on the beast''s classification, the properties of the core can vary significantly.


    "So far, nothing new." Zarn lied to himself, he never truly knew what a beast core was. He just had an idea of the more popular usage.


    He scrolled further.


    ---


    [Uses of Beast Cores]


    <ol>


    <li> Energy Source ¨C Beast cores serve as a renewable energy source, commonly used in industrial machinery and military weaponry.</li>


    </ol>


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    <li> Alchemy & Medicine ¨C Alchemists use them to craft potions and enhancements, while high-level healers refine them into elixirs capable of extending lifespan or accelerating recovery.</li>


    </ol>


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    <li> Combat Applications ¨C When refined, certain beast cores can be used to temporarily boost a person''s Senar reserves or enhance their abilities.</li>


    </ol>


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    <li> Weapon Forging ¨C Blacksmiths and engineers embed cores into weapons and armor, granting them elemental or energy-based enhancements. Some legendary weapons were forged using the cores of mythical beasts.</li>


    </ol>


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    <li> Senar Cultivation ¨C Higher-level individuals absorb refined cores to strengthen their own Senar capacity, though this process is dangerous without proper techniques. Direct absorption is rare due to the high risk of rejection or overload.</li>


    </ol>


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    <li> Beast Cultivation ¨C Beast cores serve as a powerful cultivation resource for beasts. When properly refined, a beast can gradually absorb the Senar and lifeblood essence contained within the core, enhancing its strength, affinity, and overall rank. However, raw consumption of an unprocessed core is highly dangerous. The unstable Senar surge can lead to uncontrolled mutations, internal Senar disruption, or even death. Only beasts with a natural adaptation to Senar absorption¡ªor those consuming a core from the same species and relative level¡ªcan safely integrate its power.</li>


    </ol>


    Zarn''s brows furrowed. "So Mico should have exploded." He glanced down at the lion, whose ear twitched lazily.


    Mico yawned. "I just told you, I''m fine."


    "You shouldn''t be," Zarn muttered, eyes returning to the screen. He searched for more specifics.


    ---


    [Direct Consumption of Beast Cores ¨C Risks and Benefits]


    Direct consumption of a beast core is rare due to the violent surge of raw Senar it releases upon entering the body. Most recorded cases of direct consumption have resulted in severe internal damage or loss of control over one''s own Senar pathways. However, studies indicate that a beast may be able to safely absorb a core if the following conditions are met:


    ¨C The consumed core originates from a beast of the same species or a close genetic variant.


    ¨C The consumed core is from a beast of relative or lower level; attempting to absorb a higher-tier core may result in Senar overload.


    ¨C The beast has an innate adaptation to Senar absorption, allowing controlled integration of the core''s energy.


    Zarn''s lips curled slightly. "If I go with what I have here... Mico, you are an anomaly."


    Mico flicked his tail. "Good to know I''m special."


    "Should''ve known though, your parents are the real deal, I shouldn''t underestimate you."


    "Of course, I am a superior being." Mico scoffed.


    Zarn''s smirk widened. "And considering you actually got part of that beast''s powers..."


    A pause. Then he burst into maniacal laughter. "Hehehehe."


    "Why the hell are you laughing like that? You creeping me out." Mico turned over and distanced himself from Zarn.


    "Mico."


    "Yes?"


    "I am about to feed you fart."

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    Zarn stood in the middle of his room, scrolling through a holographic inventory screen projected from his smartwatch. A small, sleek black ring rested on his finger¡ªhis personal storage ring, capable of holding far more than its unassuming appearance suggested.


    With a flick of his wrist, items materialized and disappeared into the ring''s space. Spare clothes, a multitool, some rations, and a few data chips loaded with whatever scraps of knowledge he had collected over the years. He wasn''t the sentimental type, but it was good to have the essentials.


    Mico lounged on the bed, watching lazily as Zarn packed with minimal effort. His large paws dangled off the edge, tail flicking idly.


    "You''re really going, huh?"


    "Obviously," Zarn muttered, swiping away the inventory screen. As he moved, a slight tremor ran through his fingers, subtle but noticeable. He quickly clenched his hand into a fist, masking the weakness.


    Mico''s ears flicked. "Still weak, I see."


    Zarn clicked his tongue. "I''m always weak, remember? Nothing new."


    "Uh-huh. But you were pretty strong earlier. How''s that work? Uh? Uh?"


    Zarn smirked, flexing his fingers before slipping his hands into his pockets. "I barely used my power for a minute, Mico. There won''t be any backlash. Relax, you worry too much."


    He shifted his weight slightly, rolling his shoulders. "Plus, I wasn''t even close to going all out. I should be more than fine."


    Mico hummed, skeptical. "If you say so."


    Zarn turned toward the door, but as he stepped forward, his knee suddenly buckled. He caught himself with a light grip on the doorframe, barely hesitating before pushing forward as if nothing had happened.


    Mico''s eyes narrowed. "Yeah. Totally fine."


    Zarn shot him a glare. "I told you, it''s just habit."


    Mico sighed dramatically, standing up and stretching. "Well, if you collapse and die, don''t expect me to drag your corpse all the way to the Rudrugs."


    Zarn scoffed, pushing open the door. "I''d haunt you."


    "Joke''s on you. I''d make a great ghost pet owner."


    Zarn chuckled, stepping out into the city for what might be the last time.


    ---


    Zarn and Mico walked side by side toward the slum''s exit. The familiar scent of damp concrete and engine smoke hung in the air, mingling with the distant murmur of the city beyond.


    Just as they were about to step out, a figure approached.


    Zarn''s sharp eyes immediately recognized the scarred face¡ªit was the same man who had once tried to kidnap him, mistaking him for an easy payday.


    Now, the man walked with measured steps, head slightly lowered. Not just in submission, but also in caution. The respect in his stance was evident, but even more so was the fear etched in his movements.


    Stopping just a step away, the man held out a platinum card.


    "The boss says, if you ever need anything, you can always call." His voice was steady, but there was an unspoken urgency beneath it. After delivering the message, he turned and spun on his heels.


    Zarn accepted the card, flipping it between his fingers as he examined the sleek, polished surface. "Quite fancy," he muttered.


    Beside him, Mico let out a low chuckle. "Hehe, the blue-haired lady has fallen for you."


    Zarn scoffed. "That''s not how life works, Mico."


    "Oh? Then explain her giving you her number."


    "Nevermind, you right Mico, you are right." Zarn gave in early, he knew he couldn''t win an argument with Mico. Or rather Mico would never accept a lose, even if it taped itself to his hands.


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    Mico puffed up with satisfaction, his tail flicking smugly.


    With that, the two finally stepped out of the slums, boarding a cab bound for the airport.


    As they sped down the highway, Zarn''s gaze remained fixed on the towering skyline of Drenda, its neon lights gleaming against the fading daylight. Sleek skyscrapers stretched toward the heavens, their surfaces shimmering with digital displays and holographic billboards. The city pulsed with life, vehicles weaving seamlessly through the air and streets below.


    "They say this city is just average by world standards," Zarn mused, more to himself than anyone else. "The city I''m heading to, though¡­ one of the greatest in the world. To be way above this¡ªjust how massive must it be?"


    "I bet there are lots of women over there." Mico chimed in.


    "I am starting to notice, you are developing pevert tendencies."


    "Probably, puberty."


    "Yep, a perfectly reasonable explanation."


    ---


    The cab pulled up to the main terminal, slowing to a stop amidst the steady flow of travelers. Through the window, Zarn took in the sheer scale of the airport. Towering structures of glass and steel stretched across the horizon, their surfaces shimmering under the glow of countless holographic billboards. The air was alive with the hum of floating drones, guiding people to their terminals, while security bots patrolled with mechanical precision.


    As Zarn and Mico stepped out of the cab, a few passersby stole glances their way. Some merely flicked their eyes over them in mild curiosity, while others whispered among themselves.


    "Woah, look at that beast... I have never seen or heard of such a beast before."


    "It is quite beautiful too... Who is that kid though... probably a great power heir."


    "Wait¡­ that kid¡ªhis looks are special too. His hair is so gorgeous."


    Zarn ignored the murmurs, used to the occasional attention. His appearance had always drawn eyes, even among the more eccentric citizens of Drenda.


    His long, tri-colored hair¡ªblack, blue and white¡ªstood out even in a city filled with genetic modifications and fashion statements. He had dyed it brown but since he was moving, he decided, new environment, new look and washed the dye off.


    His slim and small build, combined with his sharp, almost delicate features, made him look younger than his actual seventeen years of age.


    Mico, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, stretching lazily as if he owned the place. His deep blue mane flickered with faint traces of flame, catching the light as he padded forward.


    "Why are people always staring?" Mico grumbled, his tail flicking in mild annoyance.


    Zarn smirked. "They''re probably wondering how a beast like you ended up with someone like me."


    Mico huffed. "You mean how someone like you got a beast as amazing as me."


    Zarn chuckled, walking toward the private terminal. "Yeah, let''s go with that."


    Passing through the various clearance, they moved past the main terminal, where the crowd thinned out, and soon, the sight of a sleek private jet came into view.


    The state-of-the-art jet awaited them on the tarmac, its polished exterior gleaming under the runway lights. Isaac stood nearby, speaking with a few attendants.


    "Took you long enough," he said as they approached. "All set?"


    Zarn glanced at Mico, who yawned. "Yeah. Let''s get this over with."


    Isaac chuckled and gestured toward the jet. "Then step aboard. We have much to discuss."


    I only agreed to this whole thing so Mico could see more beast to fight, I don''t want him cooped up anymore. Zarn thought to himself as he walked towards the jet. And maybe I won''t be cooped up too.

 ......Welcome

    The low hum of the jet''s engines resonated through the cabin as Zarn stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the luxurious yet compact interior. Mico wasted no time, his blue-flamed tail flicking as he padded toward the snack section, nose twitching at the variety of treats lined up in neat rows. The sight pulled a small smirk from Zarn, but before he could follow, a firm hand landed on his shoulder.


    "Zarn," a familiar voice called.


    He turned to see Kendrick standing beside Arth, both already settled in. Kendrick gave a respectful nod, his expression unusually soft. "I never got the chance to thank you properly. You really saved us back there."


    Zarn shrugged. "Don''t mention it. I just did what I had to."


    Kendrick smiled at that, but before he could say anything more, Arth looped an arm around Zarn''s shoulders and pulled him forward with a grin. "Enough of that! You''re sitting with me," he declared, dragging Zarn toward a seat just in front of his own. "We''ve got things to talk about."


    Zarn sighed but didn''t resist as he was practically shoved into the seat. The moment he was settled, Arth leaned forward, eyes glinting with curiosity. "Alright, first things first¡ªhow old are you really?"


    "Seventeen," Zarn answered simply, tilting his head back against the seat.


    Arth whistled. "No way. You look twelve."


    Zarn rolled his eyes but didn''t bother responding.


    "Fine, fine. Next question¡ªyour family?"


    "Orphaned."


    That sobered Arth for a moment, but he pushed on. "Are you a natural summoner?"


    "Yes."


    Arth blinked. "Hah. Figured as much." He then leaned in, excitement barely contained. "And how strong are you, really?"


    Zarn let the question hang for a moment before offering a calm reply. "I technically don''t know the full extent. I''ve never had to use my strength fully."


    Arth stared at him, silent for the first time since the conversation started. A slow grin stretched across his face. "Well, damn. Now I''m really interested. Anyway, what''s with your hair? Did you dye it?"


    "This is its natural color."


    "Woah, this is officially the second coolest thing about you." Arth''s mouth hung open, his eyes locked onto Zarn''s tri-colored hair.


    "Oh? What''s the first?" Zarn sat up and asked, mild interest in his tone.


    "Mico, of course. What else is there?"


    Of course, he is. This boy Arth, he isn''t so bad. Zarn thought to himself as he closed his eyes, his head rested on the seat. His breath even out as the jet rumbled beneath them, lifting off into the sky.


    An hour into the flight, Zarn stirred awake, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the sleek interior. He turned his head to the side and found Mico curled up beside him, the blue flames along the lion''s mane flickering gently as he breathed in slow, steady intervals.


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    Zarn let out a quiet chuckle before shifting his gaze forward. A few seats away, Arth sat engrossed in what seemed to be an intense game. A sleek controller rested in his hands, fingers moving with practiced ease, while a pair of futuristic glasses¡ªno bigger than standard eyewear¡ªrested over his eyes, serving as a VR headset.


    Curious, Zarn leaned forward slightly. "Didn''t peg you for a gamer."


    Arth, fully immersed, flinched slightly before glancing toward him. "Oh, you''re up. Yeah, gaming''s my thing. Helps pass the time, y''know?" He tapped the side of his glasses, pausing the game. "How was the nap?"


    "Decent," Zarn muttered, stretching a little. His gaze drifted to the window, where the sky stretched infinitely, bathed in the soft hues of dusk. He let the silence linger for a moment before speaking again. "Tell me about the city we''re headed to."


    Arth raised an eyebrow. "You don''t know?"


    "I know the basics," Zarn admitted. "Read about it, seen clips on the net. Light City¡ªthe cyberworld. But I want to hear about it from someone who actually lives there."


    Arth leaned back, crossing his arms. "Light City is one of the seven main cities on the planet, a massive cyber-metropolis. Think towering skyscrapers, neon lights, and an entire network of interconnected districts. There are a few zones dedicated to artificial natural environments, but for the most part, it''s pure high-tech."


    Zarn nodded. "I''ve read about that. More interested in how it operates."


    Arth smirked. "Well, first thing you should know¡ªit''s not like Drenda. You won''t see beasts roaming the streets like in other cities. Most tamers keep their beasts in summoning spaces because, well, most of them are massive. We''re talking creatures ranging from horse-sized to elephant-dwarfing monsters. Can''t exactly have them running around in the middle of a cyber district."


    Zarn hummed in understanding. "Makes sense. So what else?"


    Arth''s eyes glinted with excitement. "It''s a city of powerhouses. People with influence, strength, and status. The most important groups in Light City are the factions and the major families." He counted on his fingers. "The big three factions are the Mestsom Corporation Faction, the Lincoln Production Faction, and the Stardrive Faction. That last one? They aren''t even really based in Light City¡ªthey''re a planetary behemoth that operates everywhere."


    Zarn raised an eyebrow. "And the families?"


    "There are twenty-nine major families across the world," Arth explained. "Four of them are in Light City: the Rudrug family¡ªour family¡ªthe Norn family, the Cambry family, and the Light family." He grinned. "Each one has its own legacy, its own set of monsters running things behind the scenes."


    Zarn absorbed the information, his mind already working through the implications. "Sounds like a city where stepping on the wrong toes could get you killed."


    Arth chuckled. "That''s one way to put it. But if you play your cards right? It''s a city of opportunity."


    "Yeah, right." Zarn scoffed. Cards and opportunity that leads to kidnappings.


    Arth smirked but didn''t argue. Instead, he leaned back and stretched, the glow from his VR glasses reflecting off his eyes. "You''ll see soon enough."


    Zarn glanced at Mico, who twitched in his sleep before settling again. He exhaled slowly, his gaze returning to the city lights now visible on the horizon.


    Should be more than enough beast core to overfeed this fucker.


    Opportunity or not, he had no plans to play anyone''s game but his own.


    As the jet approached Light City airspace, Zarn leaned toward the window, his eyes widening at the sheer scale of the metropolis below. The skyline was a maze of towering skyscrapers, neon-lit highways, and massive digital billboards flashing advertisements in every direction. Even from this altitude, he could see the different districts¡ªthe glowing core of the cybercity, the industrial sectors, and, in contrast, the lush greenery of the natural segment where they were headed.


    Instead of descending towards a commercial airport, the jet veered toward a massive estate nestled within the verdant section of the city. The Rudrug family residence stood like a fortress of elegance, its expansive grounds dotted with high-tech security systems seamlessly blended into the surrounding nature. A private docking pad extended from one of the main buildings, where they were set to land.


    The jet touched down smoothly, and as soon as the doors opened, fresh air mixed with the distant hum of city life greeted them. Zarn and the others stepped out onto the platform, the natural segment''s crisp air a stark contrast to the artificial scent of the jet''s interior.


    Arth was the first to move, jogging ahead before spinning on his heel and throwing his arms wide. "Welcome to the Rudrugs''!" he declared with a grin, his voice carrying a note of excitement and pride.

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    As Arth''s voice rang out, welcoming Zarn to the Rudrug residence, a group of individuals stepped forward from the estate''s entrance. They were a well-organized party, their movements disciplined, their attire crisp and immaculate.


    At the forefront stood an older gentleman with neatly combed silver hair, dressed in a tailored butler''s uniform that carried an air of dignity and precision. His sharp blue eyes scanned the newcomers before settling on Arth with a respectful nod.


    "Welcome home, Young Master Arth," the man greeted in a calm, authoritative voice.


    "Uncle Russo," Arth acknowledged with a grin before glancing behind the butler. His parents were nowhere to be seen. "Where''s my old man and mom?"


    Russo, the head butler of the Rudrug family, clasped his hands behind his back and responded smoothly, "The Patriarch and Matriarch were summoned to a meeting at the Light family residence. They regret not being here to welcome you personally, but they will return as soon as their obligations allow."


    Arth scoffed. "Figures. They always have something keeping them busy." Then, as if just remembering, he gestured toward Zarn. "And what about him? They wanted to meet him, didn''t they?"


    Russo turned his gaze to Zarn, offering a small nod of respect. "Indeed, Master Zarn. The Lord and Lady Rudrug wished to express their gratitude for saving Young Master Arth. They will see to it personally as soon as they are available."


    Zarn simply nodded in response, his expression neutral. He had never been one for formalities, and the thought of meeting high-ranking figures in such an influential family was something he''d deal with when necessary.


    With the pleasantries settled, Russo turned slightly, gesturing toward the estate. "Shall I guide you inside?"


    Before he could take the lead, Arth waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, you can walk behind us. I''ll be the tour guide today." He shot Zarn a grin. "Might as well show you around myself."


    Russo didn''t protest, merely stepping aside to allow Arth to take the lead. With that, the group moved forward, crossing the estate''s entrance as Arth began his impromptu tour.


    "This place doesn''t have those massive skyscrapers like the rest of Light City," Arth explained as they walked. "The estate keeps things traditional. Buildings here are all between one and five stories, no cyber-highrises, no floating complexes¡ªjust a nice mix of the good old-world structure with new-world tech."


    "How does he know they were good. He wasn''t alive when they were around." Mico snickered.


    "Well, he is seeing them now, and he can easily make the comparison necessary for his conclusion." Zarn took in his surroundings as he countered Mico.


    The estate sprawled across a vast area, a seamless blend of lush greenery and advanced facilities.


    "He is nostalgia-bias. Ever heard of it? It is a thing." Mico smirked, also surveying the view.


    High-tech surveillance drones hovered discreetly above, while automated security posts blended into the landscape.


    "Where do you learn these things?" Zarn wasn''t just surprised at Mico''s strange, all encompassing knowledge, but also surprised at the gentle air and elegance of estate.


    Despite boasting a great security presence, the place exuded an air of elegance rather than restriction.


    "To your right," Arth continued, pointing toward a massive open space, "that''s the training ground. Pretty much one of the most important spots in the estate. We''ve got high-intensity combat zones, beast simulation environments, and even a gravity-enhanced sparring area."


    Zarn''s gaze lingered on the facility. It was expansive, designed to accommodate not just human training but beasts as well. He had no doubt Mico would love it.


    But how wrong he was.


    "Are those Stardrive-produced beast training modules? I''ve seen them online. They''re top-tier," Mico remarked.


    "Oh? If you had wanted one, I could have gotten it for you anytime." Zarn said absently.


    "Why would I want one?"


    "Huh?" Zarn was confused. "Don''t you want to train with them?"


    "Train? Ewww, no! Are you comparing me to savage beasts again?"


    "Are you being racist against your kind again?"


    Arth''s voice rang out, putting an abrupt stop to their mental conversation. "That''s the research and development sector¡ªlabs, beast augmentation projects, weapon development, medical research, all that crazy tech stuff." He gestured toward a sleek, multi-level building with reinforced glass windows.


    A little further down, they passed by a large, well-maintained hospital wing. "Medical facility," Arth said casually. "Not just for us but also for people under the Rudrug family''s protection. Top-tier healing tech, some of the best in the city."


    The tour continued, with Arth pointing out more key areas¡ªthe beast stables, the residential quarters, the tech workshops, and even an underground bunker rumored to be used for emergencies. The more Zarn saw, the clearer it became that the Rudrug estate was not just a home; it was a self-sustaining fortress.


    Eventually, they reached the main residence, a grand yet tasteful mansion constructed with a fusion of classical architecture and modern reinforcements. Arth stopped in front of the entrance, throwing an arm around Zarn''s shoulder. "And that, my friend, concludes the tour."


    Zarn exhaled, taking in everything he had just seen. "Not bad," he admitted.


    "Truly not bad, but one would expect more of such prestigious family." Mico had to add his own review, even though only Zarn could hear him.


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    Zarn, of course chose to ignore him and rather listen to Arth. The fuck was Mico expecting? This is a family not a clan.


    Arth smirked at Zarn''s reply. "Not bad? Come on, it''s impressive, and you know it."


    Before Zarn could reply, Russo stepped forward. "Shall I have the staff prepare accommodations for Master Zarn?"


    Arth glanced at Zarn. "You good with staying here? We''ve got more than enough space."


    Zarn gave a small nod. "Fine by me."


    Russo inclined his head. "Very well. I will ensure everything is arranged."


    As the butler stepped away, Arth clapped his hands together. "Alright then, now that you''ve seen the place, let''s get you settled in properly."


    Arth led Zarn and Mico through the residence''s halls until they reached a door just across from his own. Pushing it open, he stepped inside. "I picked this room for you. Close enough so I can bug you whenever I want." He grinned.


    Zarn took in the space¡ªsleek yet cozy, with a large bed, a spacious closet, and a window overlooking part of the estate. Mico trotted in, sniffing around before hopping onto the bed, claiming it as his own.


    Arth, still present, walked in the room, faced Zarn with his arms spread wide open. "Like I said earlier, welcome to the Rudrugs''"


    As they started unpacking, Arth kept talking, his words flowing effortlessly as he hopped from one topic to another. "You know, I was thinking¡ªwhat kind of beast is Mico anyway?" He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.


    Zarn glanced at his companion. "A blue-flame lion."


    Arth blinked. "Never heard of that before. Lion-type beasts don''t usually have elemental properties."


    Zarn merely shrugged. "I just know what he is, not why he is."


    Arth seemed to consider pressing further but ultimately let it go, shifting to another topic entirely. The unpacking process went by quickly, and before long, everything was in place.


    Arth clapped his hands together. "Alright, now that that''s done, let''s go get something to eat." Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "You cook?"


    Zarn smirked. "Yeah."


    Arth''s eyes lit up. "Really? Alright, change of plans¡ªyou''re cooking!"


    A few minutes later, Zarn found himself in the mansion''s massive kitchen, scanning the ingredients available as Arth and Mico watched eagerly. Shaking his head with amusement, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work, preparing a meal for his new companion and his ever-hungry beast.


    The meal was done, and the three of them were in full feast mode, eating away with eager appetites. A minute into their feast, Russo entered the kitchen, his composed presence breaking the casual atmosphere. He cleared his throat before speaking.


    "Young Master Arth, Master Zarn," Russo addressed them, his tone as steady as ever. "The Patriarch and Matriarch have returned. They would like to meet with Master Zarn¡ªonly Master Zarn."


    Zarn paused, exchanging glances with Arth, who groaned exaggeratedly. "Come on, now? Can''t he finish eating first?"


    Russo''s expression remained neutral. "I''m afraid they requested his presence immediately."


    Zarn sighed, setting down his utensils. "Guess I better go then."


    He stood, leaving Mico and a reluctant Arth behind. Just as he was leaving, Arth whispered to him. "They are really strict, but you should be fine."


    He followed Russo through the mansion''s corridors. Eventually, they reached an open courtyard within the estate. It was simple but elegant, with a garden of trimmed hedges and a stone pathway leading to a seating area.


    There, seated on two simple but finely crafted couches, were the leaders of the Rudrug family.


    Contrary to Zarn''s expectations, they did not look nearly as intimidating as he had imagined. The patriarch, a man with well-kept dark hair and a sharp but approachable demeanor, looked as though he had just entered his middle-aged years.


    His wife, on the other hand, appeared no older than twenty-five, her striking beauty and youthful elegance making it hard to believe she was at least forty-five. He had looked them up online beforehand and knew she was at least forty-five.


    As Russo led Zarn over, he turned to leave without another word. Zarn hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Just as he was about to dip into a respectful half-bow, he was suddenly stunned into silence by a delicate but excited scream.


    "So cute!"


    The exclamation came from the matriarch, who immediately stood from her seat and hurried over to him. Before Zarn could react, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "Isn''t he just adorable, honey?"


    Zarn blinked in sheer confusion, his gaze darting toward the patriarch, silently pleading for help. However, the man merely turned his head, looking away as if pretending he had nothing to do with what was happening.


    Before Zarn could protest, he found himself pulled into a tight hug, his face unceremoniously buried between the matriarch''s soft, endowed peaks. His muffled voice finally managed to escape. "You know I''m an adult, right?"


    The matriarch, however, paid no mind to his words. Instead, her expression suddenly shifted into a mischievous, almost villainous smile as she turned toward her husband. "You know what, dear? I just thought of the best idea¡ªwe adopt him."


    "Huh?" Zarn and the patriarch echoed in unison, equally caught off guard.


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    Arth watched as Mrath, his phoenix, flapped its wings lightly, sending tiny embers into the air before settling into Mico''s mane. The small phoenix let out a pleased chirp and nestled in, its feathers glowing softly as it attempted to absorb the blue flames dancing along Mico''s fur.


    Mico, unfazed, continued eating, his massive jaw moving rhythmically as he ignored both the bird and the boy circling around it.


    Arth moved with careful curiosity, his fingers brushing against Mico''s body now and then. Mico''s hide was firm yet oddly smooth, the flames tickling his skin without burning. He crouched low, eyes scanning every muscle, every shift in movement. He wasn''t sure what he was looking for, but he knew Mico wasn''t just any beast. His instincts told him this creature was special.


    "Mrath, do you feel anything weird?" Arth murmured. The phoenix didn''t respond, only letting out a content hum as it burrowed deeper into Mico''s mane.


    Mico let out a low rumble, more of an acknowledgment than a complaint. He had already accepted their presence and chose to ignore them, entirely focused on his meal.


    Arth huffed, stepping back and crossing his arms. "You''re no fun," he muttered, but a grin played on his lips.


    Then, the doors to the kitchen swung open.


    The moment the Matriarch and Patriarch entered, Arth turned his head, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure between them. Zarn.


    He had an unmistakably gloomy expression, his shoulders slightly hunched as if weighed down by something far more than just the Matriarch''s firm grip on him. She, on the other hand, looked entirely pleased, a warm, almost motherly smile gracing her lips. Her hand rested gently on Zarn''s shoulder as she guided him forward, treating him as if he were a child in need of protection.


    Not even up to five minutes. Zarn lamented in his heart.


    Arth blinked. Why does he look so miserable?


    The Patriarch halted just a few steps in, taking in the sight before him. His sharp eyes moved from Arth and Mico to Zarn and the Matriarch before he let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head.


    Arth, eager as ever, ran toward them, his excitement barely contained. "Father! Mother!"


    The Patriarch chuckled as Arth skidded to a stop, reaching out to ruffle his son''s hair. Arth leaned into the touch, then glanced at Zarn with open curiosity, his eyes asking, What happened?


    Zarn answered aloud. "Our mother happened."


    "Our?" Arth muttered, confused.


    With a small but firm gesture toward Zarn, the Patriarch spoke. "Arth, meet your new brother¡ªyour bigger brother."