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[System Interface] Binding Successful! First Bound Beast: Common Stray (Unnamed) Bond Level: 100% (Loyal unto Death) The translucent holographic text flashed blindingly across Mark’s vision, casting a stark light over the darkened corners of the pet shop. At that exact microsecond, the Orc’s heavy iron mace came crashing down. The sheer weight of the weapon sliced through the air with a deafening whistle. Mark didn't freeze. His mind, preternaturally calm under pressure, took complete control of his reflexes. He lunged sideways across the floor, his fingers catching the edge of the small metal cage and dragging it with him just as the mace slammed into the tile where he had been lying a split second before. BOOM! The impact was catastrophic. Fragments of ceramic tiles exploded in a deadly halo of shrapnel. A sharp, jagged piece sliced across Mark’s right cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood. The floor groaned under the kinetic energy, sending a violent shockwave through the floorboards. The Orc grunted, its muscular green arms rippling as it yanked the mace from the crater. "Growl!" Shadow—the newly bound stray—leaped forward. Despite his mangled hind leg, he planted himself firmly between Mark and the monster. His matted gray fur bristled, making him look twice his size as his tiny frame shook with pure defiance. He was a speck compared to the seven-foot brute, but his spirit didn't yield an inch. [System Alert] Warning: Bound Beast in critical danger! Current Combat Power: 3 | Enemy Combat Power: 45 Hidden Evolution Path Available: Abyssal Hellhound (Requires 1x Demonic Energy Source) Mark’s analytical gaze locked onto the head of the Orc’s mace. Embedded in the rusted iron was a glowing, jagged red crystal—a concentrated demonic energy source. "Shadow!" Mark called out, naming the dog on the spot. "Distract him! Give me three seconds!" Shadow didn't hesitate. With a fierce bark, the small creature sprinted forward, using his nimble frame to dart between the Orc’s massive legs. Shadow snapped his jaws shut, biting deep into the monster’s thick green ankle. The Orc roared in irritation, kicking backward with brutal force. The impact sent Shadow tumbling wildly across the floor, crashing heavily into a wooden display shelf. Cans and bags of pet food rained down on him as he let out a sharp yelp. "Hey! Over here, you ugly bastard!" Mark screamed, drawing the monster's focus. Mark had already scrambled onto the main glass checkout counter. As the Orc turned its massive head, Mark launched himself through the air with all his weight. He didn't target the monster's face; he aimed straight for the heavy mace resting momentarily on the ground. Landing squarely on the weapon, his fingers wrapped tightly around the glowing red crystal. [System Prompt] Demonic Energy Source Detected. Absorb? "Absorb! Do it now!" Mark bellowed. A burning, ink-like energy surged from the crystal straight into Mark’s palm. The red glow vanished from the mace, leaving the metal dull, brittle, and structurally compromised. Realizing what was happening, the Orc let out a furious growl and grabbed Mark by his shirt collar with a massive green hand, lifting him like a ragdoll. The monster's breath reeked of rotting flesh and copper. It raised a massive fist, solid as a boulder, preparing to crush Mark’s skull. [System Interface] Energy Requirements Met: 100 Units of Demonic Energy acquired. Initiating SSS-Rank Talent: Divine Beast Synthesis Target: Shadow | Evolution Path: Abyssal Hellhound (Tier 1) Evolution Status: BEGINS! A pillar of pitch-black fire erupted from the collapsed shelf in the corner. The black flames radiated a freezing, suffocating pressure that dropped the shop's temperature instantly. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone. The Orc froze mid-swing, its fist stopping inches from Mark’s face. It turned its head, yellow eyes widening with primal terror. From the depths of the black fire, a low growl vibrated through the foundation of the building. It was no longer the sound of a stray dog; it was the roar of an ancient demon awakening from the abyss. Step. Step. Heavy paws shrouded in flickering black embers stepped out of the smoke. Shadow had transformed completely. He was now the size of a massive timber wolf, covered in sleek, midnight-black fur that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes burned like twin pools of crimson fire, and two sharp obsidian horns curved backward from his forehead. His mangled leg was fully restored, thick with dense muscle and tipped with steel-like claws that clicked against the floorboards. [Beast Status] Name: Shadow Species: Abyssal Hellhound (Variant) Tier: 1 (Level 1) Combat Power: 85 Skills: Abyssal Bite (Level 1), Shadow Step (Level 1) "Shadow," Mark choked out, his throat squeezed by the Orc's grip. "Kill it." Shadow’s glowing eyes locked onto the target. In a flash, the massive beast vanished. Whoosh! Using his active skill, [Shadow Step], Shadow melted into the shadows and reappeared directly behind the Orc's head. CRUNCH! Shadow’s jaws clamped around the Orc’s thick neck. [Abyssal Bite] triggered instantly, pouring corrosive black energy into the open wound. The Orc uttered a strangled shriek, dropping Mark as it clawed desperately at its throat to dislodge the beast. Mark hit the floor rolling, scrambling back to give Shadow room. The hellhound offered no quarter. With a fluid swipe of his front paw, his claws shredded the Orc's chest armor like paper. The seven-foot monster collapsed to its knees before crashing face-first into the floorboards. Silence settled over the shop, broken only by the heavy breathing of the dark beast. [System Notification] Target Slain: Level 5 Orc Elite Experience Gained: 500 XP Level Up! Current Level: 2 Item Drops: 1x Low-Grade Storage Ring (10 cubic meters) 1x Elite Monster Core Mark stood up slowly, brushing dust from his clothes. He reached out and snatched the glowing silver ring floating above the corpse, slipping it onto his finger. With a thought, the pulsing monster core vanished into the ring's spatial storage. Shadow walked over, the black flames around his paws fading into quiet embers. The beast lowered its head, gently nudging Mark’s hand with his snout, its terrifying growl softening into a loyal whine. Mark smiled, scratching the beast right behind its obsidian horns. "Good boy, Shadow. They threw us away, but we’re going to rule this place." Mark turned his gaze toward the shattered doors. Outside, the distant screams of fleeing shoppers echoed through the corridors. His cowardly manager, Mr. Shola, had fled toward the central fountain square. "They think they left me to die," Mark muttered, his eyes turning cold. "Let's go show them what happens when you cross a true Beast Master." Next Steps Proceeding directly to Chapter 3—where Mark encounters, rescues, and evolves Sly the Python inside the reptile section—will maintain this strong momentum and expand the party dynamics nicely.
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