Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

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Zaroth: Good morning.

Elysia: Why are you writing so early?

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Zaroth: I just have a question.

Elysia: Then just come out and say it.

Zaroth: You know the beds that are in the apartments, right? How much does one cost?

Elysia: It depends on the class you are in. Since you're in Class A, your bed would naturally be one of the most expensive ones. If we're talking about a price, it would be around 25,000 credits.

Zaroth: …

Elysia: Why are you asking? Wait… you haven't done anything to it, have you?

Zaroth: Okay, then this is clearly a scam! There is no way it would break so easily if it was that expensive!

Elysia: Are you telling me that you've broken your bed?

Zaroth: …

Elysia: And let me guess—you're now wondering where you're going to get the money to fix the damages, so you contacted me.

Zaroth: …

Elysia: This is a lot of money, and it seems you've grown accustomed to not worrying about money at all. If you want any, then you'll have to earn it.

Zaroth: Earn it how?

Elysia: I have a job for you. If you manage to complete it, the reward will be more than enough to fix the bed or buy a new one. If you're interested, you can find me in my office.

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Zaroth let out a sigh. "At least that went better than I thought it would."

Stretching his body, he grinned. "Now let's see how much you've changed, buddy."

He flicked his fingers, and a second later Silverfang began to materialize. Zaroth also summoned Luna so both of them could inspect the changes Silverfang had gone through.

Zaroth observed the wolf carefully. The beast was twice the size of an average wolf and had silver fur.

But despite undergoing an evolution, Silverfang hadn't experienced any noticeable changes in appearance, with the exception of looking a bit more alive as some of the wounds had healed. There was a chance that if someone saw him, they wouldn't immediately think he was undead.@@novelbin@@

"Wait, that's not right," Zaroth muttered as he observed the wolf closer. The beast had gotten more muscular, so most likely, it was at least stronger than before.

"Check the inside of his mouth," Luna advised, so Zaroth did just that.

"Let's see… oh, shit!" Looking into the mouth of the beast startled Zaroth for a second.

"Let me see again." His eyes narrowed as he examined the wolf's mouth. Zaroth had never seen anything like this—the wolf had a second set of teeth behind the first ones.

And these were all sharp, without exception.

"So your bite will be even more devastating!" Zaroth concluded.

"What about skills? Have you gotten any?"

Silverfang tilted his head to the side in confusion, then opened his mouth and let out an ear-piercing howl. Zaroth was forced to take a few steps back as he covered his ears.

"STOP!"

A second later, the howling stopped. Silverfang had its tongue out, clearly happy with himself as he wagged his tail.

"See, he does have a skill!" Luna teased as she looked at her master, who needed a few seconds to compose himself.

"Okay, that's good," he said as he approached Silverfang and patted the beast on the head.

"Now I just wonder—are you a Rare beast, or have you just become a stronger Uncommon? … But you did evolve, or at least that's what the system called it, so maybe you are Rare."

There was no way to say for certain, but one thing made Zaroth conclude that the beast had reached Rare rank, it was the amount of mana his core was losing trying to keep the beast active.

'Considering the amount I'm losing is close to ten times more than before, it must mean the beast has become Rare.'

"Not bad," Zaroth said as he flicked his fingers and summoned the four wolves he had tamed in the forest. He was wondering how they were going to react to seeing Silverfang.

The four slowly approached, sniffing him, then took a step back and froze as they lowered their heads—almost like they were bowing.

Silverfang seemed proud of himself.

'Wait, did a hierarchy just get created in front of my very eyes?' Zaroth wondered.

But deciding it wasn't worth worrying about, he desummoned all the wolves, leaving only Luna.

"Good work. Getting stronger isn't easy, but you seem to have a knack for it," she praised.

"If you say so," he muttered as he shifted his gaze back to the bed.

'Really, how the hell does something this expensive get so easily broken?!' he cursed internally.

Luna approached from the side. "It's a pity, isn't it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

She grinned slightly. "If you had done it with me, the bed wouldn't be the only thing that broke—the floor would have as well."

"I'm just going to ignore you," he replied, frustrated.

"It doesn't work like that when you're naked," she commented.

Zaroth was still naked after sleeping with Midnight, as he had to search for clothes that hadn't been torn.

"What does me being naked have to do with anything?" he asked.

In reply, she grinned and pointed downward.

Following her gesture, his eyes landed on his member. His expression darkened as he cursed, "Shit, I knew we should have gone for round four with Midnight."

*****

Taking a deep breath, Zaroth knocked on the door.

"Enter," an emotionless voice came from the other side of the door.

Not hesitating, he opened the door and went into the office. The first thing his eyes landed on was Elysia, who was calmly drinking coffee.

"Sit," she spoke coldly, and he complied.

A silence fell over the room as Zaroth awaited Elysia's words.

She remained silent for a few minutes before finally speaking. "How the hell did you break the bed?"

Zaroth had tried to come up with a plan to answer, but Elysia always knew when someone lied, so there was no point in trying.

"I followed your advice and tried to go for a woman my age, and this is the result," he admitted.

Elysia's expression didn't change as she took a sip of her coffee.

Feeling brave—perhaps braver than he should—Zaroth asked, "Jealous?"

She scoffed upon hearing his words. "Of what? You? You seem to greatly overestimate yourself."

'Pity… I guess she isn't,' he concluded.

"So, about that mission you were talking about…"

She opened a drawer on her desk and took out a photo, which she then placed in front of him.

"That guy—find information on what he's doing, who he's working with, and, if possible, bring me samples of his work."

Zaroth took the photo and studied the man. He had black hair, a gray suit, a white shirt, and a tie, and was holding a suitcase.

'Wait, isn't that the guy that offered me those pills before? I think I still have his business card.'

"Sure, if that's all that's needed to complete the job. Do you know anything about him? Anything that could help me in my investigation?"

Elysia sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

"Nothing. The man is a mystery. Nobody even knows what his name is."

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. "Then what should we call him?"

"Even though he's a mystery, some people have been talking about him. As such, they've given him a code name, The Salesman."