Without a moment's hesitation, Max released the aura of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. A dark, suffocating pressure descended over the entire section of the lake. The water trembled slightly, as if the world itself recoiled.
The rat froze mid-bite. It looked up in terror, its golden fur standing on end, its tiny claws trembling. For a moment, it thought a great predator—perhaps a king of beasts or an ancient being—had come for its life.
But when the little creature turned around and saw the source of the pressure… it blinked. A human?
The rat let out a small squeak as if annoyed and puffed up its furry chest in defiance. It glared at Max as if to say, "You scared me for that?" Its defiance was adorable—but also dangerous.
Max held back a chuckle, maintaining a calm, friendly demeanor. "Little guy," he said in a warm tone, trying to coax the creature closer, "do you want to see a magical world where your strength keeps rising without you even needing to eat?"
