2026-08-18 12:30:33CHAPTER 8:
The air pressure inside the Central Fountain Square turned toxic. The crimson shockwave radiating from Trogon the Desolator blasted outward like a solid wall of iron, overturning display cases and sending a gale of concrete dust howling through the corridors. The Overlord’s combat power reading flared an ominous, blood-red [494] on Mark’s reticle. The monster was no longer feeling pain. The green acid eating at his neck armor and the black hellfire cooking his thigh were ignored. Driven by pure demonic bloodlust, Trogon charged. For a creature of his massive size, his speed was unnatural, leaving shattered footprints in the marble with every stride. BOOM! In less than a breath, Trogon closed the twenty-yard gap. He lifted his twin-bladed executioner's axe, the purple demonic runes along the blades glowing so fiercely they cast distorted shadows against the ruined walls. His red eyes locked directly onto Mark. He didn't want to kill the beasts anymore; he wanted to decapitate the master. "Mark! Move!" a female shopper inside the store shrieked, closing her eyes in terror. "Lord Mark!" Mr. Shola corrected her instinctively, his voice cracking as he fell backward over a heap of diamond necklaces. He knew that if Mark died, everyone in the room would be meat for the butcher. Mark didn't run. His sneakers remained firmly planted on the bloody tile. Through [Shared Senses], he felt the sudden wall of pressure hitting his system, but his heart rate didn't skip a beat. To an ordinary fighter, a combat power jump to nearly 500 meant a hopeless defeat. To Mark, it was just a tactical variable to solve using his SSS-Rank interface. "Sly, intercept! Wall of Iron!" Mark commanded telepathically. Sly, the eighteen-foot Abyssal Viper, threw his massive, iron-plated body directly into Trogon’s path, coiling himself into a thick barricade. SKRRRRT! Trogon’s executioner's axe came down with the force of a meteor. The heavy blade struck Sly’s obsidian scales dead center. A blinding shower of sparks erupted, lighting up the dark square like fireworks. The kinetic force was so immense that Sly’s iron scales fractured, black blood spraying from the deep wound as the snake let out a painful hiss that rattled the windows. The impact shoved the massive eighteen-foot serpent five feet across the floor. [SYSTEM WARNING] Bound Beast 'Sly' Has Sustained Heavy Damage! Health Status: 45% Remaining Before Trogon could tear his axe out of Sly's dense coils for a second strike, Shadow emerged from his flank, his paws trailing black embers as he used [Shadow Step]. The Hellhound leaped into the air, aiming directly for Trogon's throat. But the berserk Orc Overlord’s reaction time was too fast. Without looking, Trogon backhanded Shadow with his massive armored left fist. BANG! The brutal strike hit Shadow squarely in the ribs, sending the wolf flying across the square. Shadow crashed into a concrete structural column, tumbling into a pile of drywall and rubble with a low whine. [SYSTEM WARNING] Bound Beast 'Shadow' Has Sustained Moderate Damage! Health Status: 60% Remaining High above, Zephyr dove from the rafters, his silver wings crackling with blue electricity as he unleashed a desperate [Thunder Bolt]. The lightning struck Trogon's shoulder plates, but because the boss was currently in a [Bloodlust Rage] state, the paralyzing current simply slid off his armor. Trogon didn't even look up at the bird; his eyes remained locked onto Mark. The Overlord tore his axe free from Sly’s coils, raising it once more. Mark was now completely unprotected, his two ground beasts temporarily incapacitated, and his aerial beast unable to halt the monster’s advance. "Die, primitive!" Trogon bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of a death sentence. A cold, sharp thrill ran through Mark’s veins. He checked his interface. His stamina was fine, but his beasts couldn't take another direct hit from that 500-combat-power axe. He had to break the rules of the system right now. ‘Divine Beast Synthesis... activate hidden feature,’ Mark thought, his fingers clicking open a hidden sub-menu that ordinary beast masters couldn't see. [SYSTEM INTERFACE] SSS-Rank Talent 'Divine Beast Synthesis' Hidden Feature Detected: Temporary Gene Fusion Requirement: Select two bound beasts to temporarily fuse elemental traits into one active beast. Cost: 200 Mana Units | Cooldown: 24 Hours Select Primary Base Beast and Secondary Element Material. ‘Primary Base: Shadow,’ Mark commanded at the speed of thought, his mental energy pouring into the interface. ‘Secondary Material: Zephyr’s Wind/Lightning Element! Fuse them now!’ [FUSION CHANNELS OPENED!] Target: Shadow (Abyssal Hellhound) + Zephyr (Storm Eagle) Synthesizing Temporary Evolution Path: UNLOCKED! Beast Form: Storm-Born Hellhound (Variant Class) A violent spectacle erupted from the pile of rubble where Shadow had fallen. The pitch-black hellfire surrounding the wolf fused with blinding, jagged streaks of sky-blue electricity. The wind currents from Zephyr’s wings were forcefully dragged down into the flames, creating a tempest of fire and lightning. ROAR!!! Shadow let out a roar that drowned out Trogon's battle cry. The rubble covering him exploded outward as the newly synthesized beast stepped into the light. Shadow’s size had doubled, his midnight fur constantly rippling with arcs of high-voltage blue lightning and black flames. Most terrifyingly, a pair of massive, ethereal wings made entirely of crackling plasma and dark smoke erupted from his shoulder blades. [BEAST STATUS (TEMPORARY FUSION)] Name: Shadow (Storm-Born Hellhound) Tier: 1 (Level 5 Special Status) Temporary Combat Power: 520 New Skill Unlocked: Storm-Flame Blitz (Level 1) Mark’s cold smile returned. The hunter and the hunted had swapped places. "Shadow," Mark whispered through the mental link, his voice echoing in the beast's mind like thunder. "Show him what a real god looks like. Storm-Flame Blitz!" The newly fused Shadow spread his plasma wings. In a microsecond, he broke the sound barrier. BOOM! A sonic boom ripped through the Central Fountain Square, blowing out every remaining lightbulb and digital sign in a three-block radius. Shadow vanished, leaving behind only a trail of scorched marble and ozone. Before Trogon could lower his executioner's axe to defend himself, a blur of black fire and blue lightning tore through his massive torso. CRUNCH! Shadow reappeared ten yards behind the Overlord, his plasma wings slowly folding, his claws dripping with a mixture of green blood and purple demonic energy. Trogon the Desolator froze mid-stance. His red eyes lost their crimson flame, turning dull and yellow. A massive, jagged X-shaped crater, glowing with a mix of freezing black fire and crackling electricity, erupted across his dark iron chest plates. The heavy executioner's axe slipped from his limp fingers, shattering into metal fragments as it hit the floor. With a heavy groan that vibrated through the mall's foundation, the ten-foot-tall Overlord collapsed forward, crashing face-first into the flooded marble floor. [SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT] Congratulations to User Mark Shola for achieving the First Regional Boss Kill in Sector 4! Experience Gained: 5,000 XP Level Up! Current Level: 5 Beast Level Up! Shadow (Level 5), Sly (Level 5), Zephyr (Level 5) [DROPPED ITEMS] 1x Baron-Grade Spatial Ring (100 cubic meters) 1x Evolution Catalyst: Abyssal Flame Core 1x Overlord's Executioner Axe (C-Rank Weapon) A brilliant wave of golden light washed over Mark and his three beasts as they leveled up simultaneously. Mark felt a sudden surge of physical strength rush through his veins. His senses sharpened, his breathing slowed, and the minor cuts on his face from tile shrapnel healed instantly. Shadow grew slightly larger, the obsidian horns on his forehead sharpening and glowing with a deeper purple light. Sly’s interlocking iron scales turned an even darker shade of midnight black, and Zephyr's silver wings hummed with a permanent static charge. Inside the jewelry store, the survivors stood completely frozen. Mr. Shola swallowed hard, his face pale. He slowly crawled out from behind the jewelry display counter, his hands shaking as he tried to smooth down his rumpled suit. "M-Mark..." he stammered, putting on a fake, trembling smile. "You did it! I always knew you were a genius! The whole store... no, the whole city is saved because of you! As your manager, I think we should organize the survivors and form a defense force under my leadership—" Mark didn't turn his head. He walked over to Trogon's corpse, picked up the floating Baron-Grade Spatial Ring, and slipped it onto his finger, replacing the smaller one. With a single thought, the massive executioner's axe and the pulsing red Abyssal Flame Core vanished into his new storage space. "Shadow," Mark said quietly, his voice cutting through Mr. Shola's rambling. Shadow let out a low, rumbling growl, turning his crimson eyes directly onto the manager. Mr. Shola froze in place, a bead of sweat dripping down his nose. "The next time you speak to me, Mr. Shola," Mark said, finally turning his cold eyes to look at the man who had left him to die, "you will address me as Lord. If you forget your place again, I will let Shadow show you exactly what an Abyssal Bite feels like."
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