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The purple treasure chest dissolved into a brilliant, swirling pillar of violet light that illuminated the entire shattered jewelry store. The raw magical energy was so dense it forced the remaining survivors to shield their eyes. As the light receded, the particles condensed into three distinct items floating gently before Mark. [Rare Grade Resource Chest Drops] 1x Beast Master Skill Book: Shared Senses (Passive Skill) 1x High-Grade Mutation Stone: Wind Element (Rare Class) 1x Hidden Evolution Blueprint: The Three-Headed Chimera King Mark didn't hesitate. He clapped his palm directly onto the glowing leather-bound skill book. The tome dissolved into a stream of warm golden particles, surging into his forehead. A sharp jolt ran down his spine as his field of vision expanded dramatically. Suddenly, he wasn't just looking through his own eyes. He could simultaneously see a high-angle view of the square through Shadow's crimson vision while feeling the precise thermal variations of the room through Sly's heat-mapping scales. The mental static vanished—his telepathic command over his growing army was now absolute, seamless, and instantaneous. He turned his attention to the second item: the High-Grade Mutation Stone. The translucent green crystal hummed with kinetic energy, causing the air around his palm to ripple. As he grabbed the stone, a sharp, piercing screech echoed from the high ventilation shafts, cutting through the heavy silence of the square. Mark looked up through the shattered glass dome of the ceiling. High above, perched precariously on a twisted steel girder, was a magnificent falcon. Its left wing was bloodied and bent from an earlier aerial skirmish, but its yellow eyes remained sharp, fierce, and untamed. Mark recognized it instantly. It was Zephyr—a wild peregrine falcon he had rescued from an illegal animal trader a week prior, which he had been nursing back to health in the pet shop’s rear storage room. The bird had escaped when Mr. Shola broke through the backdoor. [System Alert] Target Identified: Common Peregrine Falcon (Injured / Fierce) Hidden Evolutionary Pathway Detected! Unlock Requirement: 1x Wind Element Mutation Stone (Acquired) "Zephyr! Down!" Mark shouted, his voice carrying a commanding authority that resonated through the open space as he held the glowing crystal high above his head. The falcon let out a defiant cry, diving off the steel rafters. Tucking its wings, it hurtled toward the fountain square like a feathered missile. Mark tossed the mutation stone into the air, and Zephyr caught the crystal cleanly in his beak mid-flight, swallowing it whole. [System Interface] Initiating SSS-Rank Talent: Divine Beast Synthesis Target: Zephyr | Evolution Path: Storm Eagle (Tier 1) Evolution Status: BEGINS! A localized hurricane erupted in the center of the square. The wind pressure shattered the remaining glass storefronts and forced the survivors to cling to the jewelry counters to avoid being blown away. When the howling gale subsided, a massive avian beast with a breathtaking twelve-foot wingspan hovered majestically in the air. Its feathers were no longer soft; they were metallic, gleaming like polished silver blades. Arcs of high-voltage blue electricity danced across its wingtips, leaving the scent of ozone thick in the air. [Beast Status] Name: Zephyr Species: Storm Eagle (Variant) Tier: 1 (Level 1) Combat Power: 82 Skills: Gale Force (Level 1), Thunder Bolt (Level 1) Mark now stood at the center of the ruins flanked by three Tier 1 mythical variant beasts. His total combat power had exploded. The survivors stared with wide, trembling eyes, looking at the nineteen-year-old as if he were a god walking among mortals. Mr. Shola remained face down on the floor, weeping silently, not daring to make eye contact. Before Mark could inspect his interface further, the ground beneath his feet began to shake with a violent, rhythmic force that made the previous portal quakes feel like a breeze. BOOM! BOOM! The concrete fountain in the center of the square cracked down the middle. Black, foul-smelling swamp water bubbled up from the deep fissures, spilling across the marble floor. From the ruptured basin, a massive arm covered in dark purple scales thrust upward, gripping the marble edge with enough force to crush the stone to dust. A suffocating pressure filled the mall, making the air thick, freezing, and difficult to breathe. [WARNING! REGIONAL AREA BOSS AWAKENED!] Name: Trogon the Desolator (Baron Class Orc Overlord) Level: 15 (Boss Status) Combat Power: 450 System Notice: All exit gates and emergency doors are now sealed. No human can leave until the Regional Boss is defeated or all human lifeforms are eliminated! A ten-foot-tall monstrous warlord rose slowly from the ruined fountain. Unlike the primitive, leather-clad Orcs Mark had slain earlier, this beast wore full dark iron plate armor etched with glowing red runes. In its right hand, it wielded a massive, twin-bladed executioner's axe crackling with dark purple energy. Its blood-red eyes locked onto Mark and his beasts, letting out a roar that shattered every remaining piece of glass in the entire shopping complex. The survivors shrieked, curling into fetal positions in pure despair. A Level 15 Boss with 450 combat power was an impossible nightmare at this early stage of the apocalypse. Mark looked at the towering giant, then down at his glowing storage ring, and finally up at his three loyal, roaring beasts. Shadow bared his fangs as black fire erupted from his paws; Sly hissed, his iron scales scraping the floor; Zephyr spread his silver wings as lightning crackled. A cold, thrill-seeking smile spread across Mark's face. He didn't take a single step back. Instead, he stepped forward into the open square, his eyes burning with intense focus. "A Level 15 Overlord," Mark muttered, his pulse racing. "Perfect. You’re the stepping stone I need to leave this mall and conquer this world." Mark raised his right hand, pointing directly at the monster's chest. "Shadow, Sly, Zephyr... let’s hunt a king."
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