Feral Confessions - Adrianna And The Alpha - Chapter 502: Dmitri’s Cell

Thirty thousand years ago, the Heaven Fighting Race who called themselves “Gods” invaded the Spirit Realm. Hundreds of races rose up in resistance, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. The Human Race was the first to concede, and the rest of the Hundred Races soon followed in succession.

Wang Ye transmigrated to a world of summoning pet monsters and made a contract with an ordinary little green sparrow as his pet monster. To his surprise, he awakened the Pet Simulator talent that allowed him to evolve his pet monster through simulations. The pet monster would evolve based on the ultimate evolution form set by its master.

[0 years old. Little green sparrow was born. It practiced flying on a cliff. It encountered a strong current and dropped from the cliff. It was covered in wounds.]

[1 year old. Little green sparrow learned how to fly after much hard work.]

[2 years old. Little green sparrow saw a mysterious bird dancing in the air and sank into deep contemplation.]

[5 years old. Little green sparrow got better at flying. It comprehended the skill of Sky Dancing.]

[5.5 years old. Little green sparrow got bolder and attempted to learn how to swim. It plummeted into a spring from the cliff and drowned. It acquired the personality of Unstoppable Courage.]

After the simulation ended, the pet monster could acquire either the skill or the personality it mastered during its life in the simulation.

After going through a certain number of simulations, the pet monster had a chance of evolving into the predetermined ultimate evolution form.

Wang Ye took a glance at his little green sparrow that was pecking away at rice. Without hesitation, he decided on its ultimate evolution form – the divine beast Angewomon.

His little green sparrow looked at him with a look of confusion.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.