"Emperor Gatara. Welcome to the Adamantium Sponsor's VIP room." A beautiful human female in a manager's uniform bowed deeply. Behind her and in two neat rows flanking either side of the red carpet, a hundred other women bowed as well.
Emperor Gatara swept past the manager and walked arrogantly into the VIP room. His entourage similarly ignored the manager and followed him.
The manager and all of the servants remained bowing until the VIP room door slammed shut before straightening up and returning to their assigned jobs.
For the manager, she would be seated right outside the VIP room, waiting to receive any and all instructions from Emperor Gatara and his entourage.
As an Emperor, he had no lack of servants, so the manager wasn't expecting to do much serving. So it was to her deep surprise that the VIP room service bell rang almost as soon as the room door closed.
The manager quickly knocked on the door and entered.
Emperor Gatara was already seated in the main lounge, talking and laughing with his friends.
"Manager Victoria. I am Hasaro, the Emperor's Butler." An old but fearsome man in a butler's black uniform greeted her and stretched out his hand.
"Butler Hasaro. Pleased to make your acquaintance. How may I be of service?" Victoria replied as she shook Hasaro's hand.
"I would consider it a favor if you can give me all classified information you have on the players named Elliot Musk and Hailey Longman." Hasaro said with a conspiratorial smile.
Manager Victoria smiled knowingly as greed flashed briefly in her eyes.
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"We're here." Brock whispered in Elliot's mind.
Although everything looked the same to Elliot, apparently they had finally crossed some sort of invisible boundary and had entered The Great Mountain Sage Which Rivals The Heavens' territory.
Sparse trees still dotted the landscape all the way until they gradually formed a thick forest a few kilometers ahead. A medium sized winding river flowed down from the massive volcano and ended in a beautiful lake which they had passed an hour or so ago. The ground was lush with green grass and an abundance of life in the form of insects and small animals.
Their long trek out of the mountain range where Winter had claimed to be hers had taken the entire night. Thankfully, it had passed uneventfully. None dared to obstruct or even come close to them as they made their way out of the mountain range and into the massive volcano.
There were only so many giant beasts around, and with a giant anaconda dead and Brock and Winter tamed, there were none left to disturb them.
"Why are you whispering? You're speaking in his mind." Winter promptly said with an amused tone.
"Ah, ehm yes. Force of habit. HAHA!" Brock replied in his normal voice.
"Force of ha- oh well." Winter was about to press home her verbal attack when she caught sight of Elliot's light frown. So she immediately let it go with a shrug. Knowing Brock and how clumsy he is, there would be more chances for her to tease him. Many more.
"Okay we're here, noted. Why are we stopping?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, why are we stopping?" Winter asked with her eyes wide open innocently.
"Ah. I think it's good if we be a little bit more cautious. Why don't you send out your hawks first, Little Master? See if they can spot anything fishy or… Smelly. Ahahaha!" Brock suggested with a sheepish laugh.
Elliot smiled in amusement. He had never expected that he'd see a BEAR laugh SHEEPishly.
(A/N: LOL)
"Sure, a little bit of extra caution never hurt. Hawks! Come on out and check what's ahead! Call out if you spot the monkeys."
SCREEE! Elliot's three hawks flapped their wings hard and flew off in three different directions.
"We good to go now?" Elliot asked Brock.
"Good! More than good! Hahaha! Let's go on in then!" Brock laughed and charged in bravely.
Winter chuckled and followed along behind him. However, she did not let her guard down even with the hawks scouting ahead. She began to tread lightly and to look around very carefully for traps and sneak attacks.
She had launched an attack with her wolves into the monkey's territory in retaliation to their incessant raids many years ago. They had sprung trap after trap on the wolves, and made them endure sneak attack after sneak attack, so much so that Winter decided to pull out of the invasion a mere five kilometers in.
Winter had no lack of courage. But her wisdom demanded that she retreat after losing half her number without killing a single damned monkey.
But for some reason, she felt oddly at peace going into the monkey's territory again.
A kilometer.
Two kilometers.
Five kilometers.
Ten kilometers.
No traps were sprung. No sneak attacks were launched.
"Strange." Brock finally said. "How come no monkeys came to throw all sorts of crap at us? The last time I came, I only made it one kilometer before I had to run away!"
"Run away because they threw all sorts of crap at you?" Elliot chuckled while imagining the scene of a giant black bear getting pelted by all sorts of "crap". "What sort of "crap" are we talking about here?" Elliot asked.
"Uhh. Just huge amounts of literal… Crap." Brock shuddered lightly at the memory.
"HA HA HA!" Elliot roared with laughter.
"But seriously though. It is extremely odd. Them monkeys are very territorial, especially that stupid so called sage." Brock said. "This is more than highly unusual. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't live here anymore."
"Indeed. It is really strange. I only made it five kilometers during my last foray before I had to retreat with half my pack dead." Winter agreed. "But for some reason, I don't feel any danger from this area anymore. And my instincts are never wrong."
"Now that you mention it, that's right. I don't feel anything at all." Brock frowned.
"We must still exercise maximum caution though. If the danger from the monkeys are gone because they were somehow wiped out, then whatever wiped them out would pose an even greater danger to us." Elliot said after his mirth disappeared due to the gravity of both giant beast's worries and the beginnings of an extremely disturbing thought.
In his heart, a deep sense of unease bloomed. "The only force able to wipe out the Great Sage's is the Armored Kaijins. But they shouldn't be here until later this afternoon. Unless… They came earlier??"
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However, at that moment before the two beasts could respond, all three hawks suddenly let out loud screams!
SCREE! SCREE! SCREE!!
"Danger up ahead!" Elliot said softly. Brock and Winter immediately stopped.
However, instead of returning, the hawks continued to scream loudly and urgently.
SCREE! SCREE! SCREE!!
And then one of the hawks stopped screaming.
SCREE! SCREE!
And then, the other one stopped as well.
SCREE!
And after a second, even the final one stopped screaming.
A chill ran down Elliot's spine as his worst fears were confirmed. "The Armored Kaijins are already here! And it's the flying type!"
"No monkey killed those hawks, that's for certain." Brock rumbled deeply as he tensed his muscles and prepared himself for combat.
"Winter, retreat a hundred meters and prepare to escape with my sisters." Elliot instructed her grimly.
"They are safe with me, Master." Winter said before obeying him and carrying the still-sleeping girls back a hundred meters.
Seeing that at least his sisters would be safe, Elliot felt slightly relieved.
"It's time to put my new skills to good use. Wolves, and you, tiger, come on out." Elliot whispered.
His eleven Gray Wolves materialized in their puffs of grey mists and took their places alongside the other twenty. A bluish mist swirled as well before revealing a large and ferocious looking tiger.
Its eyes gleamed with intelligence and its sleek orange, black-striped fur bulged with powerful muscles. It growled softly as it glared at Brock.
"Overconfident little punk." Brock snorted in derision at the relatively tiny tiger.
The tiger swished its tail and continued to growl at Brock fearlessly.
"Ha! Where did you get this little firecracker from? Is he seriously thinking of attacking me with his tiny little body? I can sit here and let him attack me all day, and he wouldn't even be able to deal any damage to me!" Brock scoffed arrogantly.
"Relax and cut him some slack, Brock. He's new." Elliot said.
He immediately exerted his will upon his tiger to prevent it from roaring out and attacking Brock. Unlike his wolves which didn't give him any trouble, Elliot could feel his tiger's aggression and deep hunger for dominance.
But the system's power was perfect, and Elliot's will easily clamped down on the tiger's desire to exert his dominance over the wolves completely.
The tiger calmed down and set down lazily.
Elliot withheld from summoning the Giant Armored Mammoth because he wanted to keep it as a trump card in case things grew horribly wrong.
However, he did intend to use his new Beast Transformation skill.
"Primal Feline Warrior Transformation. Activate." Elliot said softly.
After the words left his mouth, a red mist appeared and swirled around Elliot. Slowly, then faster and faster until the red mist became a literal tornado around him. And then…
GROARRRR!!!
A deep-throated guttural roar sounded from within the red mist!
Poof! The red mist disappeared completely as though it was never there, revealing in its place a graceful yet exceptionally deadly looking beast that looked like the elder brother of all the tigers of the world.
Its fur was similarly a beautiful coat of orange, but the black patterns on its body were much more aggressive and induced fear to all who laid their eyes on it.
It was twice as large as the tiger which Elliot had just summoned, but still slightly less than half Brock's size.
However, its size was no indicator of its power and deadliness. Even Brock, for all its size and physical power, could feel a primordial and instinctive fear of the creature begin to bloom from deep within his soul and spread into every fibre of his being.
Elliot could feel an intense feeling of savagery and bloodthirst well up powerfully within him. Anger, aggression, confidence and a sense of utter entitlement seemed to be the default emotional mode for him in his Primal Feline form.
At the same time, his senses were sharpened countless times over. He could see with incredible clarity the details of his surroundings, hear the heartbeats of all the animals around him, and smell them all very clearly.
Additionally, the flood of new information brought forth by his enhanced senses was also processed very easily and naturally by his brain. All the necessary and urgent information was brought up front and center, while all the others simply nestled somewhere in his mind. Noted, factored in, but not actively used.
He knew exactly WHAT was happening all around him, and he knew exactly HOW he could impact and bring them under his will.
The feeling of having great power and being in absolute control of the reality around him was intoxicating for Elliot. His soul lapped up the wonder of being a Primal Feline Warrior hungrily.
As he did so, he slowly and subconsciously lost his control over himself to the Primal Feline's baser instincts.
He glared at the thirty one wolves and his tiger and unleashed his murderous aura to the full.
Immediately, all thirty one wolves fell down flat on their bellies, completely suppressed by Elliot's aura. The tiger, though it did not lose its mind completely like the wolves, had chosen of its own volition to submit by sitting down and lowering its head completely till it touched the ground.
Satisfied, Elliot released his aura and turned to look at Brock.
GROWL.
Elliot tried to subdue him the same way he did the other beasts. But to his surprise, Brock growled back dangerously and bared his huge and fearsome teeth.
"Little Master. Wake up! Or I will be forced to attack you." Brock shouted in Elliot's mind.
Brock's words were like a splash of cold water on Elliot's soul.
Sensing his near complete loss of control over himself, Elliot immediately burst out with an explosive surge of willpower and he managed to successfully tame the Primal Feline's baser instincts.
However, it wasn't a full and complete taming. He could feel the savagery and bloodthirst simmering right beneath his thin veneer of control, ready to explode out at a moment's notice.
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