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Chapter 6: "The Boy With the Hidden Flame"
(word target: 2000–3000+, full emotional + comedy scenes + light training starting)
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Draft Start:
The village air smelled of rain and earth, mixing into a comforting scent that clung to the fields like an old friend.
A small boy sat under the shade of an old sycamore tree, his legs crossed, hands casually weaving strands of dry grass together.
"Seventeen... Seventeen! Are you dead or just pretending again?!" the boy complained, throwing a piece of grass up into the air.
> [Ding! Host is annoying. Host is also incredibly handsome.]
[System 17 is active, calculating ways to survive Host's stupidity...]
"Oi, that's mutiny!" he laughed, clutching his stomach, attracting the attention of a few nearby farmers.
The farmers simply smiled and shook their heads. After all, who didn't know that that child — the 'Little Demon' — was the biggest troublemaker in the entire town?
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It had been nine years since his rebirth.
Nine years of pretending to be a normal kid.
Nine years of secretly waiting for the moment he could break free.
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Family Scene
"Oi, brat! Come here!"
A loud roar echoed from the hill.
The boy turned around to see his grandfather — the fearsome S-Rank Level 9 warrior, dressed in simple farming clothes, waving a hoe like it was a legendary sword.
"Coming, old man!"
He sprinted up the hill, only to be caught by the ear.
"Owww owww! You giant gorilla! Let go! I'm delicate!"
"Delicate my ass!" the grandfather cackled. "You can wrestle a boar but can't carry one basket of potatoes?"
In the background, his father — the former A-Rank warrior — stood watching, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his face.
"And you!" the boy pointed accusingly.
"You traitorous father! Watching your beloved son being tortured!"
His father shrugged.
"Character building," he said solemnly.
17 popped a notification:
> [Host detected parental bullying. Recommending emotional blackmail attack. Target: Father. Critical Hit chance: 99%.]
The boy immediately clutched his heart dramatically, falling to the ground.
"My life... is flashing... before my eyes..."
"...and all I see... is failure as a father..."
The entire hill erupted into laughter, even a few passing merchants wiping their eyes.
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Training Start
Later that evening, after a hearty dinner of roasted meat and fresh bread, the boy sat cross-legged in his tiny room.
"Seventeen... Let's do it."
> [Confirming: First Beast Tree awakening — Progress: 0.5%]
A soft green light emerged from his hand, like a seed ready to bloom.
It pulsed gently, releasing a strange aura that whispered of forests and ancient beasts.
His small face twisted in concentration. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
This... this is the start.
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Family Bond Scene
Meanwhile, outside the room:
His grandmother fussed over a scarf she knitted for him.
His mother sharpened a wooden practice sword, mumbling,
"My poor baby... fighting at such a young age..."
His older sister plotted how to make the MC wear ridiculous outfits.
His younger brother nibbled on a carrot, too young to understand, but fully believing his big brother was the coolest in the world.
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Small Comedy Ending
When he finished the training, MC burst out of his room, chest puffed like a rooster.
"I have awakened... the mighty power of—"
Trip!
His foot caught a loose floorboard. He fell face-first into the dirt.
A beat of silence.
Then the house exploded into laughter.
> [System 17 note: Host's dignity has taken 1,000,000 points of damage. Critical defeat.]
The boy rolled over, groaning,
"This world is cruel..."The warm light of morning spilled through the simple windows of their countryside home, waking Lucian slowly from his dreams.
He yawned widely, rubbing his eyes, and stumbled out of bed with the grace of a sleepy cat falling off a table. Today wasn't just another day. Today... Grandfather had promised to "test his spirit." Which, in Grandfather's language, usually meant being chased around the fields until Lucian either fainted or begged for mercy.
He stretched lazily, letting out a loud grunt.
From downstairs, a deep, booming voice shouted,
"Lucian! If you don't come down in five seconds, I'll feed your breakfast to the dogs!"
Lucian blinked, then laughed, "Tch, as if I'd let my precious bacon fall into enemy hands!" He threw on his simple shirt and trousers, stumbling as he tugged his boots onto the wrong feet.
Thudding down the stairs, he slid into the kitchen with a dramatic bow.
"Your most handsome and talented grandson has arrived!" he declared.
His grandfather, a rugged mountain of a man with streaks of silver in his hair, snorted into his mug.
"Talented? You can't even beat a scarecrow in a duel."
Lucian grinned. "That's because the scarecrow cheats. It's made of two sticks and an old shirt, that's an unfair advantage."
Grandfather grunted, but there was a spark of pride in his old eyes.
His grandmother, a kind woman with sharp eyes and a sharper slipper, chuckled from the stove.
"Eat fast, boy," she said, plopping a plate heaped with eggs, bread, and thick slices of bacon in front of him.
"Your grandfather's planning to 'awaken your spirit' today. You'll need the energy."
Lucian's father, sitting at the table with a slight smirk, leaned back and sipped his tea.
"Awaken his spirit, huh? Last time you tried that on me, I woke up three days later — and without my eyebrows."
Grandfather gave a deep belly laugh.
"Bah! You were always soft! Even a rabbit would've done better."
Lucian's mother, sitting quietly by the window, gave a small cough to hide her laughter.
Lucian took a deep breath, stuffing food into his mouth.
He knew how 'tests' in this family worked.
If you didn't pass, you'd end up half-dead, and if you did pass, you still ended up half-dead — but with bragging rights.
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After Breakfast — The 'Training Ground' (a.k.a. The Torture Field)
Lucian stood barefoot on the dry grass, facing his grandfather, who loomed like a storm cloud.
Beside him stood his father, arms crossed, wearing an expression of smug amusement.
Lucian gulped.
"Umm... are you sure this is necessary?"
Grandfather grinned, revealing teeth way too sharp for an old man.
"Of course. How else will you build character?"
Lucian muttered under his breath, "I'd rather build a house and hide in it..."
Grandfather didn't wait for an answer.
Suddenly, a heavy wooden sword came flying at Lucian's face!
"WAHH!"
Lucian ducked, barely avoiding getting his nose flattened.
Before he could recover, his father tossed another wooden sword at him.
"Here! If you die, die fighting at least!" he called out cheerfully.
"Thanks, Dad! Very supportive!" Lucian grumbled, grabbing the sword awkwardly.
Grandfather was already moving, a blur despite his age.
His swing came in low — Lucian yelped, hopping over it, only to catch a light smack on his backside from the flat of the sword.
"YEOW!"
Father howled with laughter, clutching his sides.
"You're dancing better than your mother at the festival!"
"TRAITOR!" Lucian shouted back, trying to dodge another blow.
His small brother and elder sister were sitting on a nearby fence, watching the chaos unfold with great interest.
His sister, five years older, laughed.
"Come on, Little Lou! Show them you're not just good at stealing cookies!"
"I resent that slander!" Lucian huffed as he blocked another swing — and promptly fell on his butt.
Grandfather shook his head dramatically.
"At this rate, even your future wife will have to carry you into battle."
Lucian shot up to his feet, red-faced.
"Like hell she will! I'll be strong enough to carry her, my children, and a cow if necessary!"
Grandfather laughed so hard he almost dropped his sword.
Father wiped tears from his eyes.
"A cow, huh? Dream big, my son!"
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End of Training — Back at Home
Lucian limped into the house, dragging his sword behind him like a battered soldier.
Grandmother tsked from the kitchen.
"Another victim of my husband's madness."
"At least I'm alive!" Lucian groaned, flopping onto a chair.
Father ruffled his hair.
"You did better than me at your age. I couldn't walk straight for a week."
Lucian smirked.
"Well, guess being handsome and talented really is genetic."
Grandfather bellowed from outside,
"Handsome, yes! Talented... still questionable!"
The whole family burst into laughter.
---Chapter 8: Whisper of Power, Birth of the Beast Tree
The sunset painted the sky in hues of molten gold and fiery crimson as Lucian lay sprawled in the grass behind his house, arms spread wide, his body aching in places he didn't know existed.
The training session had left him half-dead — again.
But lying there, feeling the cool evening breeze against his skin, he couldn't stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face.
This was his family. His crazy, insane, but loving family.
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Meanwhile... deep inside his mind — something stirred.
A small 'ding' echoed softly in the empty halls of his consciousness.
> [System 17 has officially connected with Host Lucian.]
[Initializing Primary Binding...]
[Synchronization: 5%... 17%... 37%...]
Lucian blinked, feeling a strange buzz run along his spine.
It wasn't painful — more like someone was tickling the inside of his brain with a feather dipped in electricity.
Before he could react, a cool, slightly mischievous voice echoed directly into his mind.
"Yo. Took you long enough to grow a backbone, kid."
Lucian shot upright, looking around wildly.
"Who said that?!"
His small brother, playing nearby with a stick sword, looked up innocently.
"You okay, big bro? Did Grandpa hit your head too hard?"
Lucian waved him off hurriedly.
"Y-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... just talking to the wind."
In his mind, the voice chuckled.
"Call me Seventeen. Your personal System. Your cheat code for life. Your future best friend. Also — not a hallucination."
Lucian opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish.
"...Seventeen?"
"Yep. Your private guide to glory, riches, building armies, enslaving dragons, and getting those sweet, sweet mythical weapons."
Lucian's mind practically short-circuited.
"Wait wait wait— armies? Weapons? Slaves?? Mythical stuff???"
"In due time, Little Master," Seventeen said, voice dripping with exaggerated patience.
"First, I come bearing gifts. Your first present as a man of culture: the legendary... Beast Tree!"
Another ding sounded.
> [Congratulations! Due to early awakening and successful spirit test under family bloodline, you have earned a 'Seed of the Beast Tree'!]
[Would you like to Plant it?]
Lucian stared at the glowing text hovering before his eyes, invisible to everyone else.
"...Is that even a question?! YES!"
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A few moments later — Behind the House
Lucian sneaked out like a thief, clutching a small, golden glowing seed tightly in his palm.
He found a spot under an old oak and knelt down.
"This better not explode in my face," he muttered.
Seventeen chuckled.
"Relax. Only a 17% chance of spontaneous combustion."
Lucian froze.
"...What?!"
"Kidding. 2% at most."
Lucian glared up at the sky.
"You and I are going to have a very complicated relationship."
Still grumbling, he dug a small hole with his hands and dropped the seed in.
For a heartbeat — nothing happened.
Then, with a low rumble, the ground quivered, and a thin green sprout poked out.
It grew at an alarming speed, thickening, twisting, expanding until a strange, majestic tree stood before him.
It wasn't huge, maybe only five meters tall, but its leaves shimmered like polished emeralds, and strange orbs hung from its branches like fruit.
> [Beast Tree: Level 1]
[Current Ability: Can birth low-level beasts to aid Host.]
[Cooldown: 24 hours per summon.]
Lucian's jaw dropped.
A whole freakin' beast generator?!
At home?!
Under his control?!
"Seventeen..." he whispered. "I think I love you."
"Save your love for the loot, kid," Seventeen said smoothly.
"Now get ready. Your life's about to get a hell of a lot more interesting."
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Meanwhile — Inside the House
Grandfather, polishing his massive sword, frowned slightly.
He could sense something strange.
A weird... pulse of mana from the backyard.
He stood, muscles tense.
Beside him, Lucian's father raised an eyebrow.
"Something wrong, Old Man?"
Grandfather narrowed his eyes.
"...Maybe. Or maybe the boy's finally started walking his own path."
Father smirked.
"He's your grandson. Probably something stupid and explosive."
Grandmother, without even looking up from her knitting, added sweetly:
"If it blows up the chickens again, you're both cleaning the coop."
Grandfather and Father exchanged looks of pure horror.
"Not the chickens..." they muttered in unison.
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Back Outside — In Front of the Beast Tree
Lucian was practically vibrating with excitement.
Seventeen's voice rang out.
"Now then, my young lord of chaos — wanna try summoning your first beast?"
Lucian grinned like a lunatic.
"Hell. Yes."
He slapped his hand against the bark of the tree.
The orbs hanging from its branches shivered, then one detached itself and fell into his waiting hands.
It cracked open like an egg — and from inside, with a burst of light, tumbled out... a small, chubby creature that looked like a mix between a rabbit and a lion cub.
It blinked up at Lucian, then let out a tiny roar.
"Rawrrr!"
Lucian gasped.
"It's... it's... so FLUFFY!"
He scooped up the little beast, cradling it to his chest.
> [Congratulations! You have summoned: Feral Pudding (Beast Rank F, Growth Potential: B-Rank)]
Lucian froze mid-snuggle.
"Wait... 'Feral Pudding'?! What kind of terrifying name is that?!"
Seventeen laughed so hard Lucian could almost hear him rolling around.
"Don't underestimate it! This little guy will eventually eat enemies whole once he grows up!"
Lucian held up the small ball of fluff, who burped and sneezed sparkles into his face.
"...Sure, buddy. We'll conquer the world together."Bhai full speed me!
Ch 9 shuru karte hain — jaise real novel ka flow, family, comedy, System masti, aur thoda small disaster scene!
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Chapter 9: When Pudding Strikes and Family Panic Ensues
The Feral Pudding wriggled in Lucian's arms, letting out a series of adorable purring growls that sounded less like a fearsome beast and more like an angry kitten demanding snacks.
Lucian poked its round belly cautiously.
"You sure you're going to be a fearsome monster one day?"
The little beast responded by sneezing a puff of glittery smoke straight into his face.
Lucian coughed and stumbled back.
"Seventeen! This thing is defective!"
[System 17]:
"Correction. It's just... highly expressive. Probably inherited your chaotic genes."
Lucian wiped the sparkles from his nose, muttering darkly under his breath.
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Meanwhile — Inside the House
Grandfather, Father, and even Grandmother suddenly felt the house tremble slightly, a low rumble like a distant earthquake.
Father stood up immediately, grabbing his axe.
Grandfather reached for his sword, his eyes narrowing.
Grandmother sighed, put down her knitting, and began rolling up her sleeves like she was about to slap a tornado.
"That's Lucian, isn't it?" Father said grimly.
"Betting two silver coins it's another explosion," Grandfather grunted.
Grandmother tied her apron tighter.
"If it's the chickens again, no dinner tonight."
At that, both men paled.
Without another word, the entire family stormed outside.
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Outside — At the Beast Tree
Lucian was busy trying to wrestle the Feral Pudding, which had somehow doubled in size in just ten minutes.
It now resembled a furry bowling ball with stubby paws — and it was HYPER.
It tackled Lucian to the ground, then happily began rolling him across the yard like he was a human pin.
"Seventeen!!!" Lucian shouted as he was flattened.
"Told you! Highly expressive!" Seventeen howled with laughter inside his head.
Just as the Feral Pudding launched Lucian into the chicken coop — with a loud CRASH — the family arrived.
Grandfather's jaw dropped.
Father blinked twice.
Grandmother's eye twitched violently.
The chickens squawked and flew in every direction, feathers raining from the sky like snow.
Lucian lay there, half-buried under hay and angry chickens, one clucking furiously on his head.
"...Hi, guys," he said weakly.
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Silence.
Then —
Grandfather exploded.
"You little rat! What did you summon?! A Demon Chicken?!"
Father, trying and failing to hold back laughter, clapped his hands.
"I told you he'd blow something up before hitting puberty!"
Grandmother stormed forward, hands glowing faintly with magic.
Lucian scrambled backward on all fours.
"Wait! It's not my fault! I have a System now! It gave me a Beast Tree! It summoned... uh... Feral Pudding!"
Grandfather stopped mid-swing of his sword.
"...Feral. Pudding."
The entire family stared at the small, chubby creature now bouncing happily in circles, trying to bite its own tail.
Father coughed.
"That... sounds like something you'd name after a drinking contest."
Grandmother narrowed her eyes.
"Is it dangerous?"
Lucian hesitated.
"Um. It might be able to eat people later when it grows up?"
Cue Panic.
Father grabbed a bucket.
Grandfather drew a magic circle in the dirt with his sword.
Grandmother raised her hands, ready to seal the beast inside a magical bubble.
Lucian yelled desperately, "Wait, wait, wait!! It's on my side! It's friendly! Look!"
He lifted the Feral Pudding up high.
The creature blinked its giant baby eyes at them...
...then let out a loud burp that sent a shower of rainbow sparkles over everyone's faces.
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Another Silence.
Grandfather slowly wiped sparkles from his moustache.
Father shook his head, looking at his hands.
Grandmother, impressively, remained expressionless... for a whole three seconds before she snorted loudly.
"Gods above," she muttered. "This family just gets stranger every generation."
Father roared with laughter.
Grandfather sighed and sheathed his sword.
"Fine. He lives," he said dramatically, pointing at the Feral Pudding.
"But if it eats one chicken, you're mucking out the coop for a year, boy!"
Lucian beamed.
"Deal!"
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Later That Night — Under the Stars
Lucian sat in front of the small campfire outside, the Feral Pudding curled up against his side, snoring softly.
Seventeen's voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful.
"You did good today, kid. You summoned your first beast, survived your family's chaos, and didn't accidentally destroy the house. Small victories."
Lucian grinned.
"Yeah. I guess it wasn't a bad day after all."
In his mind, another notification blinked softly.
> [New Quest: Grow the Beast Tree to Level 2!]
[Rewards: New Beast Types Unlocked, Weapon Tree Seed (Rare).]
Lucian's eyes widened.
A Weapon Tree?!
REAL weapons... born from a tree?!
Seventeen chuckled.
"That's right. Swords. Bows. Daggers. Even armor — living weapons tailored just for you and your army. But first... grow that damn Beast Tree, farm-boy."
Lucian grinned fiercely, clenching his small fists.
"Let's get to work."
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[Chapter End]
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Chapter 9 Done!
Family Comedy + Fight Scene
Introduction of Beast Tree Growth
First Quest Start
Hints for future Weapon Tree!
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Bhai Chapter 10 shuru kare?
Next: Training Arc with Feral Pudding + Funny Beast Disaster + System Training Plan Reveal!
(Ready bol do!)Chapter 10: How to Train Your Pudding (Without Dying)
Lucian stood in the middle of the open field behind the house, fists clenched, determination burning in his twelve-year-old eyes.
The Feral Pudding sat five feet away, wagging its tiny stubby tail and chewing aggressively on a stick twice its size.
Seventeen's voice echoed inside his mind, full of enthusiasm.
[System 17]:
"Alright, farm boy! Training time! First lesson — command your summon. Make it SIT."
Lucian raised an eyebrow.
"It's already sitting."
The Feral Pudding drooled happily, still gnawing the stick into oblivion.
Seventeen paused.
"...Fine. Make it roll over."
Lucian pointed at the beast.
"Roll over, Pudding!"
The Feral Pudding blinked once...
...and then launched itself at Lucian like a cannonball.
BOOM!
Lucian flew backward, flipping twice midair, and landed flat on his back with a heavy thud.
A moment later, the beast trotted over proudly and flopped onto his chest.
[System Notification]:
> [Feral Pudding expresses affection! +1 Bond Strength!]
Lucian gasped for air under its weight.
"Seventeen... cough... this... isn't... working!"
Seventeen laughed so hard that Lucian thought he might glitch.
"Congratulations! You're officially the first human in history to get defeated by a pudding!"
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Meanwhile — On the Porch
Grandfather watched the chaos unfold with narrowed eyes, sipping his tea.
Father leaned against a post, arms crossed, grinning widely.
"I told you we should've gotten him a normal pet," Father said smugly.
"Like a sheep. Or a chicken."
Grandfather snorted.
"A sheep can't breathe rainbow sparkles or flatten an army."
Father chuckled.
"Yeah, but at least a sheep wouldn't chew on the house."
Grandmother appeared behind them, holding a tray of cookies.
She handed Grandfather a cookie and said dryly,
"At this rate, that beast's going to eat him before it eats the house."
They all nodded solemnly.
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Back to Lucian — The Struggle Continues
After ten more failed attempts (and three more body slams), Lucian finally managed to get the Feral Pudding to spin in a circle using a piece of grilled meat as bait.
Seventeen cheered dramatically.
"Behold! The first step to world domination: THE SPINNING PUDDING ATTACK!"
Lucian wiped sweat from his brow and dropped to his knees.
"I feel like I'm training a very angry meatball."
Suddenly, a new notification flashed.
> [Beast Bond Level 2 Achieved!]
[Feral Pudding unlocked skill: Pudding Slam!]
Lucian blinked.
"...Pudding Slam?"
Seventeen explained gleefully.
"Simple. He jumps high... and then he body-slams enemies with his fat little butt!"
Lucian couldn't help it. He burst into laughter.
This was ridiculous.
This was awesome.
He was going to have the world's deadliest pudding.
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Family Intervention (Again)
Father wandered down into the training field, hands in pockets.
"So," he said, looking around at the mess, the shattered sticks, and Lucian's bruised body.
"How's it going?"
Lucian tried to stand straight and salute.
"Training proceeding perfectly, sir!"
A chicken feather drifted off his hair.
Father raised an eyebrow.
Behind him, Grandfather leaned on his sword.
"Boy," Grandfather said gruffly, "if that blob eats the neighbor's horse, we're going to have to move towns again."
Lucian paled.
"Again?!"
Grandmother called out from the house.
"Try not to blow up the vegetable garden this time!"
Lucian groaned.
"That was one time!"
Father clapped him on the back so hard Lucian stumbled.
"Relax, son. You'll be fine. If you survive your own beast... you'll survive anything."
Lucian grinned despite himself.
"Thanks, Dad."
Grandfather cleared his throat.
"And if you don't," he said solemnly, "I'll make sure your beast inherits your room."
Lucian gaped.
"That's not how inheritance works!!"
Father and Grandfather walked off, laughing and tossing chicken feed at each other like overgrown kids.
Seventeen chimed inside Lucian's mind.
"I like your family. They're insane. You'll fit right in, Emperor Pudding."
Lucian sighed, picking up a stick again.
"Alright, Pudding. Let's try not to destroy the barn this time."
The Feral Pudding burped glitter into the sky, looking utterly unconcerned.
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That Night — Secret System Meeting
While the family slept, Lucian sat cross-legged in his room, staring at the small glowing panel in front of him.
Seventeen's voice dropped into a more serious tone.
"Lucian, it's time for real training. Starting tomorrow, I'll unlock hidden Beast Quests. You need to grow stronger fast. The world outside... it's not chicken coops and pudding attacks. It's blood. Death. War."
Lucian nodded slowly, feeling the shift in the air.
"Understood."
Seventeen continued.
"And remember: the stronger your Beast Tree gets... the more allies you'll have. Weapons, monsters, undead... even slaves from defeated enemy beasts. You're building an empire, kid. Brick by brick."
Lucian's small hand clenched into a fist.
"I'll do it. For my family. For my world."
The panel flashed.
> [New Hidden Quest Unlocked: Secret Dungeon — Slime King's Tomb]
[Location: Forest of Whispers — 3 kilometers east.]
[Rewards: Rare Beast Core, Beast Tree Upgrade Material, Hidden Beast Egg.]
Lucian's heart raced.
Tomorrow...
Adventure would begin for real.
And maybe, just maybe... he'd find something even crazier than a Feral Pudding.
He fell asleep smiling, the stars twinkling outside, as the Feral Pudding snored loudly at his feet.