Outpost Base, west gate.
Inside the wooden livestock shed.
A massive creature lay sprawled on the ground, its huge tail curled into a ball, amber pupils drifting lazily around.
Any wastelander born and raised on this continent, whether Awakened or ordinary, would instinctively feel afraid upon seeing this creature and develop heartfelt admiration for the strong person capable of defeating and taming it.
As one of the apex predators of the wasteland, Deathclaws were absolutely T1—or even T0—in strength, speed, stealth, and physique.
Being able to restrain this thing with a few iron chains and a collar was seriously impressive!
But...
This Deathclaw had clearly been fed into becoming a bit of a couch potato. The ferocity in its eyes had obviously been replaced by laziness, and its temper was no longer as violent as it had been before coming here.
What use was ferocity?
Most people here were not particularly afraid of it.
Especially that human dressed like a lump of iron.
Whenever he fed it, he gave off a powerful aura that made it feel an instinctive... fear?
A Deathclaw was not especially intelligent, but that was only compared to humans.
Compared with small animals like hyenas, jackals, and brown bears, it was still smarter, with a mind roughly on the level of a young primate.
That was precisely why the fear it felt was especially pronounced.
Whenever it displayed unfriendly behavior, or even merely an unfriendly expression, the sensation of its brain freezing made its limbs stiffen and its whole body tremble.
Conversely, if it behaved obediently and gently enough, that man would feed it a few extra rats or hyenas.
Over time, it had figured out a new way to survive.
Recently, that human had started trying new tricks. Every time he fed it, he called