After crawling ashore from the seabed of Iberia, Miao Yuan faced a fatal problem—
As a newborn "Beast Lord," he had yet to find his anchor in this world.
Without an anchor, he would slowly be forgotten by the world, like words written on a beach, leaving no trace once the tide washed over them.
The good news was that he was not without means of self-preservation.
As a seal Beast Lord, he could control water and condense ice, reduce damage from ice and fire, become more energetic the colder it got, and was even somewhat "dull"...
What kind of seal was this supposed to be?!
But self-preservation was one thing. If he could not remain here, it would all be for nothing.
Until a chance encounter brought him and Muelsyse together as friends, forming his first bond.
To his delighted surprise, the rate at which he faded away actually slowed!
Did that mean that as long as he made lots and lots of friends, he could survive?!
Good! He would lead his friends to clear this land in a single life!
Upon this land that Beast Lords treated as a playground—
Miao Yuan hoped that when the time came to make a choice, he would not regret it.
When It Was the Weasel's Turn to Play
Neos hid herself with psychic power and watched Leon rise from the smoke.
"A race capable of annihilating planets as individuals, yet they look exactly like humans. I truly don't know whether to call that the wonder or absurdity of the universe."
A moment later, as he watched, he heard some movement.
Turning around, he saw the old emperor and the hope in his eyes.
But he had begged the wrong person. With a wave of her jade-like hand, Neos amplified his despair