What bad intentions can pets have?

The grey death mist churned violently, and a figure sped through it, swift as lightning.

Crimson and black blood mist enveloped him, his form shifting back and forth—sometimes transforming into a furious lion, climbing over mountains and crossing ridges, other times shrinking into an ancient serpent, slithering through holes and burrowing into crevices.

Even when faced with the Underworld's complex terrain, Lin Xian's speed did not falter; it only increased.

Running, jumping, weaving, leaping—his plan was taking shape. Beneath the surge of joy and impulse, the primal beast within, long suppressed by human reason, was finally unleashed.

Gradually, every activated cell in his body greedily breathed in the surrounding death qi and etheric particles, his bones and muscles emitting joyous rhythms of excitement.

The tingling, itchy pain was insignificant compared to the stream of silvery-white magic flowing through him like a great river.

Moreover, while the Underworld's death qi corroded his body, some of it was absorbed by his reconstructed bones and muscles.

His reddish-brown claws, entwined with grey mist, sliced into a rock as easily as cutting tofu. With a slight exertion, the rock decayed into a pile of fragments.

His attacks seemed to contain the Underworld's death qi, capable of stripping away the vitality of all things and disrupting their internal structures.

Beyond that, Lin Xian vaguely felt he possessed a certain degree of instant-death resistance and high magic resistance against spectral beings.

Praise Tiamat!

Praise Ereshkigal!

Transforming into an ancient serpent, Lin Xian, who darted through the gaps, couldn't help but curl his lips and make a cross gesture in his heart.

Tiamat's [Beast's Authority] was truly useful, possessing characteristics of ecological adaptation, self-modification, and self-evolution. Theoretically, it granted him the potential for infinite growth.

Furthermore, due to the connection of the anchor line and the division and infusion of Tiamat's authority, he had, in a sense, become a subordinate of the Mother of Creation.

In other words, like Gilgamesh, he was qualified to become a god!

However, that was only if he could survive until then.

At this moment, the surrounding death mist grew thinner, and the warming divine temple of Meslamtaea began to take shape in the distance.

And on the mountain path leading to the gate, the master, holding a gun-wheel, advanced slowly.

Lin Xian transformed into a furious lion and leaped down from the cliff, galloping with abandon.

"Roar!"

The boisterous big cat excitedly pounced on the goddess, nuzzling affectionately with its furry head.

The ticklish sensation of fur brushing against her skin made Ereshkigal, lying on the ground, giggle, and she quickly hugged the big cat's head, begging for mercy.

However, the goddess did not notice that the creature she held in her embrace was squinting its eyes and rubbing its cheek against her, unconsciously revealing a soul-stirring enjoyment.

At the same time, its gaping maw, filled with sharp teeth, curved into a triumphant arc in the shadows.

Ever since a certain beast mastered its second-stage transformation, it frequently used Ereshkigal's sensitive and ticklish weakness to nuzzle her and tease her.

The master had grown accustomed to embracing and comforting the frolicking big cat.

The only pity was that the goddess's chest was a bit firm to rest on, as barren as the Underworld's soil.

This had left the naughty creature lamenting for quite some time.

As for being discovered?

Heh, what malicious thoughts could a little pet possibly have?

After a moment of playful interaction, Lin Xian reluctantly rose from his master's embrace and stood obediently beside her.

Ereshkigal stood up, brushed the dirt off her long, crimson and black dress, and casually asked as she walked towards Meslamtaea, "Are the gun cages you were given finished?"

"Roar!"

Lin Xian let out a roar and nodded, pointing his claws towards the three hundred small black metal enclosures lining the riverbank.

Of course, he could already speak, but he preferred to play dumb about certain things.

Otherwise, if he displayed too many human characteristics, he'd be relegated to sleeping on the floor from now on.

"Good boy, good boy..."

Ereshkigal stroked her pet's furry head, looking very pleased.

She had to admit that Samael's distributed workload had somewhat alleviated her pressure, giving the digging fanatic more time to roam beneath Uruk during his breaks.

Heh heh, the grand project connecting the Underworld to Uruk's underground was originally scheduled to take two years, but with her persistent efforts, it would only take a little over ten more days to expedite it.

Feeling immensely accomplished, the goddess's pretty face was filled with satisfaction and joy, and her steps into the divine temple were exceptionally light.

With the completion imminent, Ereshkigal felt a touch of indulgence.

As she walked forward, she kicked off her golden battle boots, bent down, and reached out, pulling off the knee-high stockings adorned with Sumerian-style patterns on her calves.

Then, the red cape on her shoulders and the hidden great crown that bound her hair were successively removed by the goddess and casually tossed behind her.

The big cat, following closely, skillfully raised a paw to catch them, and very dutifully placed the discarded clothes and accessories scattered on the ground into the cabinets her master usually used.

At this moment, Ereshkigal, clad in a tight black bodice, stretched her sore shoulders and eagerly leaped behind a stone door, unlocking the final seal and plunging into the pool.

Mist billowed, and white waves churned. Lin Xian, through the gap in the not-fully-closed stone door, vaguely saw his master, like a swimming fish, darting and undulating in the warm pool.

Speaking of which, this spacious and luxurious bath was something he had proposed to his master through a clay tablet drawing.

Anyway, as the Meslamtaea Temple, a celestial body created by the Underworld God, it's not lacking in heat, and underground water is also readily available.

Besides, Lady Ereshkigal digs pits every day, getting covered in dirt and dust, and even has to work hard to make the spear cage. What's wrong with her enjoying a little bit?

Coming back to take a hot bath to relieve fatigue is also quite normal, isn't it?

The big cat, with a solemn and dignified expression, perked up its ears and paced back and forth outside the stone gate, guarding with all its heart.

"Samael, bring me one of those bath towels you wrapped yourself in last time."

"And also, prepare a pot of the Spring of Life I collected recently!"

"Owooooo!"

At this moment, the big cat at the door responded with a roar. Its four paws sprung out like they were on springs, and it skillfully put the bath towel and the Spring of Life into a basket.

Then, the loyal pet happily squeezed through the door crack, trotted over, and delivered the basket to the side of the bath.

In the misty vapor, the big cat, with its excellent eyesight, took in the entire scene. It paused for a moment before turning to leave.

Unexpectedly, a hand as white as jade emerged from the water and grabbed its flame-shaped golden tail.

"Don't run off! You got covered in dust and death energy during the day, and you're not allowed on the bed tonight until you're clean!"

"Woooo!"

The big cat's eyes flashed with fear as it frantically shook its head, seemingly terrified of water.

However, the weak family pet was no match for its owner's forceful pull.

In the end, the big cat's claws, which had dug into the floor, left four bone-white marks. It let out a mournful cry as it was dragged into the pool, splashing up a wave.

"Don't move! Raise your hand!"

"No, I mean raise your front paw. Why is there still blood clotted on your fur? I'm going to wash you thoroughly!"

"You're getting wilder and wilder, always sneaking out, and I don't even know what you're doing. You've even been secretly carving clay tablets without letting me see!"

The diligent goddess, while complaining, held down her pet in the pool, picked up a brush, and meticulously cleaned off the dirt.

This experience, which she had never had before Samael appeared, made Ereshkigal happy and very enjoyable.

As for what the big cat, who was being tormented to the brink of death in the bath, thought, it's unknown.

After all, it was forced throughout the entire process.