Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World - Chapter 427 Beast Taming [3]

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 Beast Taming [3]

The universal system of Awakeners was steeped in mystery.

Or rather, it was the Mark of Origin itself that was so enigmatic.

After all, it was necessary to awaken the Mark of Origin first—it was the seed that birthed one’s class and the universal system. It was also the reason Awakeners could access the fantastical world known as the Land of Origin.

On the system panel, this was simply called a gift.

Gifts.

Michael had always been curious about that tab, especially when he discovered on the forums that it was possible to have more than just the Mark of Origin listed there.

Unfortunately, his authority level was far too low to research such mysteries in depth.

Perhaps when he advanced in rank, that would change.

The Mark of Origin created the Awakener system—of which the status screen was merely one part. And though the status display didn’t show everything about an Awakener, it revealed almost everything else.

For Michael, it showed not only his own information but also the details of his undead.

He reasoned it must be the same for beast tamers.

But then, why had Lyra remained unchanged after he contracted her?

If his talent had been anything less, it would have seemed as though nothing at all had happened.

Michael had long suspected that something was missing—and now, after hearing Arianne speak in such detail about beast taming, he thought he finally understood.

It was the master-subordinate bond.

Perhaps if the connection between him and Lyra deepened—if it grew to the point where they could influence each other—the Awakener system would recognize her as something more than a follower. Perhaps then she would gain the ability to level up.

It was only a theory, but Michael felt a quiet, steady confidence that he was right.

After all, the tamed monsters of beast tamers were not simply granted to them at birth or upon awakening their class.

Like the people of this world, they had to be subdued and bonded before they could level up.

Before being tamed, they were simply creatures that grew by natural means.

But after being tamed—and recognized by the Awakener system—they could grow through leveling.

This, he suspected, was the recognition Lyra lacked.

It was the reason she remained, in every measurable sense, simply…normal.

In fact, most people would probably see Lyra as a valuable asset—some Awakeners included. But not Michael.

What was special about Lyra, aside from her race? Her strength, perhaps. But for someone like Michael, who could easily acquire ten forces equal to her power, that strength held little meaning. Only her race could capture his interest.

Fortunately, he could evolve her. Yet even if her roots were strengthened to a terrifying degree, she would still need to advance through natural effort.

She wasn’t like monsters, whose potential, once increased, directly translated into greater strength.

She was more like Spartan and his other undead humans—who, even after evolving into high humans, became more unique but did not gain new levels, simply because they had never been bound by such limits.

At most, a higher race meant fewer obstacles to accumulating power. Evolving them only made the future smoother. But unlike Lyra, they could at least level up

Even if she evolved into a higher race, she would still be unable to grow through the system. Her usefulness to Michael would only diminish over time.

Michael found himself hoping to replicate Arianne’s method for himself.

And as for why he was so certain she used the master-subordinate bond… it was simple.

According to Arianne, true beast tamers were the ones who walked that path.

He still remembered clearly how, the first time he had used [Detect] on her, the system had called her Beast Tamer.

This was its recognition.

If it were merely the master-servant method she relied on, the system would have labeled her as something else—perhaps “Beast Binder” or “Beast Controller”.

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And if she could do it, hopefully he could too.

Arianne lifted her hand to the handle and pushed the glass doors open. Warm daylight spilled across the threshold, carrying with it the clean, slightly sharp scent of trimmed hedges and fresh earth.

Michael followed her out into the garden.

It was a broad, walled expanse landscape. Pale gravel paths wound between shaped boxwoods and flowering shrubs. Along one side, a line of young trees cast delicate, lacy shadows across the lawn.

But it wasn’t the garden itself that drew his attention.

At the center of the grass, ringed by a careful distance of armored handlers, lay the creature he’d come to see. freew\e bnovel.com

Even resting on its haunches, the flame lion was massive—easily twice the size of any natural feline. It looked similar to the ones he killed a few weeks ago. Just younger and less aggressive. But the lack of aggressiveness did not seem to come from a naturally docile nature but weakness.

Michael wondered if something had been done to the best by its handlers for it to be this way.

The beast’s head lifted as they approached. Its eyes opened—slitted pupils gleaming, the irises a molten red.

Michael felt the animal’s gaze fall on him.

Arianne did not hesitate. She moved forward with a calm, composed grace, stopping just outside the handlers’ reach.

Michael’s gaze flicked toward the creature, and almost without thinking, he activated [Detect].

[Flame Lion – LV 15]

LV 15.

To Michael, this was… nothing.

In Lionheart, though?

A beast like this would be no small matter. They’d need a large, well-coordinated team of intermediate-tier superhumans to take it down safely. Or at minimum, an advanced-tier human.

But Michael could do it with a punch. Maybe not even that. Just a flicker of mana would be enough to shatter this creature’s defenses.

The flame lion watched him, its molten-red eyes wary but dulled—too exhausted or too beaten down to summon much defiance. Michael could see the faint tremor in its limbs, the way its sides rose and fell with the effort of steady breathing.

He tilted his head slightly, observing the handlers with a glance.

Perhaps they’d worn it down too far. Or perhaps this was how they preferred it—subdued to the edge of breaking so their lady’s taming attempt would be smooth.

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