The world favors the strong, but the meek endure only to awaken. The meek will rise, the mocked will conquer, and the common will become overpowered—strength is earned, and nothing else matters. *** “What the hell kind of ending was that? An open ending? Seriously? Ugh, this is so disappointing—my whole day is ruined!” Rhys flung his phone onto the bed in frustration. The device bounced several times against the mattress before sliding off the edge and crashing into the wall. His heart skipped. Please don’t be cracked… please don’t be cracked… “No!” he shouted, rushing over, only to bang his shin against the bed frame. “Ouch! You—” he groaned, clutching his leg as pain shot up his calf. Trying to steady himself, he lifted his other leg—but in doing so, his pinky toe collided with the corner of the desk. Pain radiated through him, and he stumbled backward, teetering on the edge of falling. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He barely had time to register the approach

Rhys entered the vice principal's room. Even he didn't expect to meet such a high-ranking person in this academy. But more importantly, he was able to witness the person who took care of the academy, and she didn't disappoint. The vice principal had a rather slender figure that was barely visible from the contour of the robe. Her eyes were filled with wisdom, giving a different type of charm. She gave a weird pressure that made Rhys feel a bit nervous. Meanwhile, the vice principal took a glimpse of the animal that Varyn was talking about, which made her even more curious. "So you are student Rhys, the one who is said to summon an animal instead of a humanoid creature…" The vice principal squinted her eyes, giving a sense of oppression. Rhys took a deep breath as if he were trying to calm his heart down. "Yes." The vice principal showed his paper. "The reason I called you is regarding your answers. It seems that you have a rather unique perspective." Rhys couldn't deny it since

"Riva… Sorry, is it appropriate to call you by your name?" Rhys scratched the back of his head. "You can call me or other familiars by our names unless there's an agreement between you and the said familiar." Riva explained. Her voice sounded soothing. "Is that so? Then, Riva. Is there a marriage between a human and a familiar?" Rhys asked. "There are. It's just that there won't be any child due to the difference in our races." "Oh!" Rhys didn't know whether he had to be disappointed or not. He looked away while explaining, "Sorry, it must be an inappropriate question. I couldn't help but ask it when I saw such a beautiful woman." "Fufu, thank you." Riva chuckled, somehow the atmosphere brightening around her. "Still, I'm surprised that Mistress Wyndia chose to get a disciple. There are numerous people who want to be her disciples, but she has never accepted anyone. Of course, this is a compliment. You must have a quality that she treasures dearly. Please don't look down on yourse

"Where do you think you're going?" Varyn asked coldly while holding two heads in his hands. A galloping sound of a horse resounded from the side as a centaur came while swinging his blade swiftly, slicing the two humans that were trying to escape from Varyn. On the left side of the entrance, a group of guards came to reinforce. "Kill those who resist. Apprehend the rest!" A guard shouted as he had his werewolf pinning down a terrorist on the ground. The other guards followed the instruction and worked together to take the enemies down. On the other side, giant roots emerged from the ground and captured three of the terrorists. The one controlling them was an elderly druid. "It seems they are fine, Mistress." He glanced at Wyndia, who was staring at the academy's entrance from the roof. "Yeah." Wyndia closed her eyes. "It seems that he is more extraordinary than I originally thought." "You look so happy, Mistress. I suppose I should say congratulations…" Wyndia respond

"Huu…" Rhys inhaled deeply. Just like his 'Soul Contract,' this 'Bloodclaw' didn't have any explanation either. However, if he had to do it, he felt like he could unleash this power. Meanwhile, Gaelion noticed that his Mana increased drastically as if the amount of Mana transferred from Rhys multiplied. It seemed that this method really worked. Rhys saw both Gaelion's excitement and status. Name: Gaelion Level: 13 Race: Celestial Wolf Quality: Basic (Mid) Gaelion stared at Rhys, who later confirmed. "It works." "It seems that we have found a unique path to get stronger." Gaelion grinned. "Yeah. I might have to be careful though. If I give too much Mana to the point I barely have enough Mana to use a skill, it'll be dangerous for me." "I know that. It will be better if we have the tool to measure Mana accurately." "True. Looking at how happy my teacher is, she is probably on the verge of success." "We can only wait until she finishes then." Gaelion nodded in agre