POV: LeonInside the faculty office of the first-year class at Evergreen Academy, a heavy silence reigned, broken only by Professor Oliver’s agitated breathing. He looked at me with a face full of bewilderment and asked me for the tenth time: Leon, what is this thing you call a Facehugger? And where did you even get that name?I am Leon, the top-ranked student with an athletic physique that makes everyone turn their heads in the hallways. In this school, every student begins their journey in their first year by summoning their first beast with the academy’s help. Logic dictates that any sane student would choose the strongest available creatures, such as tigers, lions, or grizzly bears.But I was not like the other students. Despite Professor Oliver’s constant attempts to persuade me to change my mind, I was stubbornly set on choosing the Facehugger. I watched the Professor’s facial expressions twist with bitterness as he looked at my choice form. He thought his star pupil had complet

.POV: LeonAs the creature fed, its body began to swell at a terrifying speed. In less than an hour, its original size of under a meter exploded to nearly two meters. Coupled with its jet-black, metallic exoskeleton, it looked utterly bone-chilling. I felt that if I had encountered such a thing in my previous world, I would have died of fright on the spot.The transformation wasn't just in size; the Xenomorph’s head lost its original luster, the dorsal tubes became thick and powerful, and its pincer-like claws gradually grew into opposable fingers, much like a human's. Due to the unique traits of its species, and because there were no other Xenomorphs in this space, it began to evolve once more.During the feeding process, the male genes within it faded as the female genes took dominance, slowly transforming it into a Queen."A Xenomorph Queen?" I muttered, stunned. I had thought I would need to keep breeding new Facehuggers to build an army, but it turns out this species has an inna

POV: LeonThe silence that followed that hiss was more terrifying than the hiss itself. I stood my ground, calm as a still lake, while Mark trembled across from me in his lavish territory. The shaking of the earth wasn't just a tremor; it was an announcement of the arrival of something that did not belong to the order of this world. I looked at the entrance of the dark cave my Queen had carved, and a flicker of pride ignited in my chest. I had created a biological masterpiece beyond human comprehension.Just as Mark was lost in his daze, a massive black silhouette erupted from the ground, lunging upward. The gargantuan creature stood before him, blotting out the sun. Mark stared up blankly, his jaw nearly hitting the floor in sheer disbelief. His beast, the Triceratops, was whimpering in terror, a strange yellow fluid soaking the ground beneath it."What... what is this? Where have I been taken? Is this still Earth?!" Mark’s pupils dilated, and his entire face froze in a mask of horro

POV: LeonThe tips of my chopsticks hung in mid-air. A drop of oil slid down the edge of the braised pork, dripping onto the white rice and blooming into a small grease stain. I didn’t respond immediately. My brain was working at high speed, analyzing the guy across from me—Lucas—from head to toe. Thin, harmless-looking, wearing glasses thick enough to stop a bullet, he radiated the aura of a total nerd who only cared about books.Yet, this very person had just uttered a sentence that could ruin me."Not a creature of our world."The sentence was like a precision scalpel, slicing through all my disguises. I slowly placed the piece of pork back on my tray, my voice flat and devoid of emotion. I decided to play dumb. Until I knew his background, it was the best choice. "What is this 'Facehugger' you're talking about? And what world are you referring to?"Lucas pushed up his glasses. The lenses reflected the cafeteria’s overhead lights, masking his expression. "Stop pretending. It’s mean

POV: LeonThe roar of the crowd in the martial assessment arena was deafening. I stood in the preparation area, watching the names leap across the massive electronic screen until the result locked in: Leon vs. Marcus.Whispers erupted around me like crashing waves. I heard someone sneer, "Marcus? The owner of the 'Human Tank'? His Iron Rhino is a rare Elite species; word is his father spent seven figures just for the egg." Another replied with a chuckle, "And who is this Leon? Isn't he the failure who always bombs the theory exams? I heard his beast is just a common worker ant queen or something."I ignored the contemptuous glares hitting the fence of the prep area. Marcus wasn't just an opponent; he represented everything I hated about this system—power bought with money and hollow arrogance. Marcus walked toward me with heavy steps, a condescending smile of fake pity plastered on his face."Leon?" Marcus said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "A word of advice from a classmate: wi