Chapter 1: The Beast That Shouldn’t Be"What kind of bullshit ending is that? An open ending? Are you fucking kidding me?" Ryan slammed his phone down onto the bed with the frustration of a man betrayed by fiction itself. "He had all the girls lined up for a harem and still chose none? Coward. Absolute waste. Every single one of them was perfect!" The device bounced like a dying fish on the sheets before flying off and smacking the wall with a nasty crack.Ryan’s heart plummeted."Shit—no, no, no!" he cried, leaping toward the bed in panic. As he lunged, his shin collided mercilessly with the sharp edge of the wooden bed frame. "FUCK!" he yelled, gripping his leg as an electric jolt of agony shot through his entire body.Unfortunately, the pain was just getting started.As he instinctively lifted the injured leg to protect it, his balance faltered. He hopped three times on his left foot, then slammed his bare pinky toe into the iron leg of the desk."You absolute bastard!" he bellowed

Chapter 3: The Divine Mathematics of Bullshit and BloodlinesRyan stepped into the vice principal’s chamber, the scent of old scrolls and enchanted ink heavy in the air, mingling with a faint metallic tang—likely from warding sigils etched into the very walls. He hadn’t expected to find himself face-to-face with one of the highest-ranking figures in Kuma Academy this early. Shit, he’d barely gotten used to the idea that he wasn’t plowing soil anymore.What surprised him more wasn’t her rank—it was her.The vice principal, Pearl, possessed an aura of quiet danger hidden beneath the silken layers of her academic robe. The garment clung tightly enough to suggest a lithe frame beneath, though modestly concealed. Her gaze held the sort of depth only years of arcane mastery could carve into a person’s soul—glittering like two wells of ancient knowledge. Ryan felt it immediately. Pressure. Not physical, but like the weight of a stormcloud pressing down on him—dioki pressure.And she was alre

Chapter V: A Fracture in Still Waters“Franca… I mean—sorry, is it okay to address you by name like that?” Ryan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, uncertainty flickering in his gaze.“You may refer to me or any contracted familiar by name, unless there is an explicit pact demanding otherwise,” Franca replied with a soft, melodic calm in her voice that soothed the air around them like a warm breeze through autumn leaves.“Oh, that’s good to know then. Franca… is there such a thing as marriage between a human and a familiar?” Ryan asked, not quite meeting her eyes.“There are such unions,” she confirmed without hesitation. “Though, biologically speaking, reproduction between our races is impossible. The lineage ends with us.”“Oh.” Ryan’s shoulders slackened, unsure if he should feel disappointed or relieved. “That might’ve been a strange question. I just… well, I couldn’t help myself when I saw someone so stunning.”“Fufu… I appreciate the compliment.” Franca’s laugh sparkled like

Chapter 7: The Academy Bleeds, the Beast Commands"Where do you think you’re running off to, you little cunts?" Dan growled, his voice as sharp as frostbite and twice as cold. In each of his blood-slicked fists, he held a severed head, their mouths forever frozen mid-scream.The thunderous gallop of hooves erupted nearby, echoing like a war drum. A centaur, wielding a curved glaive etched with battle runes, burst into the fray. His blade sang through the air, cleaving through two retreating figures who dared turn their backs to Dan.On the left flank of the academy’s grand gate, reinforced guards stormed in. Their summoned beasts—a cacophony of elemental and beastkin entities—followed with feral cries.“Anyone who fights, kill. The rest, bring to their knees!” one guard barked, his voice barely audible over the chaos. His werewolf, fur matted with blood, snarled as it pinned a flailing terrorist beneath its crushing weight.A storm of elemental spells followed—flame, frost, and thunde

Chapter 9: The Crucible of AwakeningRyan drew a long, steady breath, filling his lungs as the heavy weight of new power stirred within him. Just like his cryptic ‘Soul Pact,’ this mysterious technique named Deadly Claw came without a shred of explanation or guidance—no ancient scroll, no wise tutor’s advice. Yet, beneath the unknown lay a raw, primal energy calling to be unleashed, and Ryan felt it burning at the edge of his control.Across from him, Sphinx’s ethereal eyes shimmered, sensing the flood of dioki that surged like a thunderous river through his celestial veins. It wasn’t a mere transfer; it was as if the dioki Ryan fed him multiplied exponentially, the invisible current intensifying with each pulse. This method—this unorthodox conduit of power—was proving to be far more potent than either had anticipated.Ryan’s gaze flicked to the glowing status hovering near Sphinx, a subtle confirmation of their progress:Name: SphinxLevel: 13Race: Celestial WolfQuality: Basic (Mid