The suns of the White Sand Shelter were unrelenting, casting long, sharp shadows across the ivory dunes that stretched toward the horizon. Ethan stood at the edge of the tall grass, the transition zone between the safety of the human hub and the lawless wilds of the First Sanctuary.
On his head, the Emperor Slime shifted its weight, its translucent purple body catching the light like a polished amethyst.
To any observer, Ethan was a tragic sight. A boy with no armor, no weapon, and a beast that looked like a discarded dessert. But inside Ethan's mind, a complex web of strategy was being spun. He wasn't just here to survive. He was here to rebuild a legacy that spanned across the stars.
The status panel hummed in his consciousness, a translucent blue screen only he could see.
[Name: Ethan Di Raizel]
[Rank: Tier 0]
[Beasts: 1. Emperor Slime (1 Basic Gene) | 2. Nine-Tailed Fox (0)]
He looked at the talent descriptions again.
