Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 78: Silverfang’s Wish

The pack didn’t waste any time as they jumped onto the bear with no hesitation.

Zaroth couldn’t be sure, but the bear looked like it was Rare tier, while the wolves were Lesser at most.

This fight was already decided. Why did the wolves charge at the bear without hesitation? he wondered.

Maybe the territory was just that important to them? But to Zaroth, it was something he didn’t understand. To him, his life was the most important thing—everything else came second.

What maniac in their right mind would throw away their life like that?

Maybe this was why they were beasts, and he was human.

Nevertheless, the wolves all attacked in surprisingly good unison. Even the bear, being of a much higher power, was taken aback for a moment by their coordinated assault.

"It looks like hunting in a pack for so long hasn’t been a waste after all," Zaroth had to admit as he watched their coordinated attack.

But even though the wolves were able to inflict some wounds to the bear’s head, it was clear they would still lose.

Suddenly, Zaroth shuddered as he shifted his gaze to Silverfang.

His wolf was trembling, jaws wide open, showcasing his massive fangs as a large amount of saliva fell to the ground.

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His eyes, once grey, had turned bloody as he stared intently at the scene in front of him.

"Hey, buddy, you alright?" Zaroth couldn’t help but ask. He had never seen his beast appear so angry—it was almost like he didn’t have control over him anymore.

Silverfang didn’t seem to acknowledge him, but something did. Zaroth was surprised as he heard a voice echo in his mind—a very rare occurrence.

[Revenge]

"Revenge?" Zaroth raised an eyebrow. Why had the system told him that word?

A menacing roar interrupted his thoughts. Gazing at the bear, he saw that even though the creature was heavily injured, it had won against the pack of wolves.

The wolves lay dead on the ground as pools of blood began to form beneath them.

It was a sorry sight, but Zaroth smiled darkly as he noticed that some of the wolves gave off that weird energy—it was possible to revive them.

But his thoughts were consumed with something else. He shifted his gaze back to Silverfang.

His wolf looked like he was about to jump into battle, no questions asked.

’Why does he act like that? I don’t think it’s because he cares for the wolves. At least he didn’t display any emotion like that. Unless…’

Zaroth’s eyes widened in realization. ’When I found his body and resurrected him, the system spoke one word, revenge.’

He shifted his gaze to the wounded bear that looked almost identical to the one that had killed Silverfang’s pack in the past.

’Is… is this my beast’s desire? For him to kill the bear? For him to get revenge?’ Zaroth asked himself. He knew that when you tamed a beast, there was a feeling to succumb to their desires, but he didn’t know exactly what it meant.

He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something bottling up inside of him—almost like a pressure that he wanted to release, no matter what.

Zaroth took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. ’Is it wise to grant his wish? Wouldn’t that mean Silverfang could gain control over me or something?’

Zaroth took a few moments to weigh his options.

In the end, he came to a conclusion. He brought his mouth close to Silverfang’s ear and whispered,

"Tear it apart."

It was curiosity, he realized. He wanted to see what would happen once his beast’s wish was granted.

Silverfang let out a terrifying roar—one that rivaled… no, one that defeated the bear’s roar in comparison.

Bringing his back feet down so hard they shattered the ground, Silverfang exploded toward the bear at a terrifying speed.

The bear, not expecting the sudden attack, only managed to rotate its head toward the source of the noise before Silverfang reached it.

Clamping down his jaws, Silverfang bit into the bear’s nose.

The bear, quickly regaining its footing, moved its paw and slashed at Silverfang, creating a large wound on his abdomen.

Silverfang was thrown to the side, unmoving. After all, this type of attack—no matter what—should have been fatal.

The bear was about to shift its gaze when its eyes widened in horror.

Silverfang, bleeding heavily and bearing a fatal wound, got back on his feet like nothing had happened.

The bear didn’t know… that Silverfang was already dead, and that as long as Zaroth’s mana wasn’t depleted, he would remain standing.

"Luna, I am desummoning you to conserve mana," Zaroth said.

She nodded slightly, not having an issue with her master’s decision. The next moment, she disappeared, returning to Zaroth’s soul.

Gazing at the fight, Zaroth couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t know why, but it seemed that the more Silverfang hurt the bear, the more pleasure he felt—pleasure he had never experienced before.

His mana was depleting faster now, as Silverfang had sustained injuries, requiring more mana to keep functioning.

Yet Zaroth smiled darkly. As long as his mana didn’t run out, his beasts—being undead—were practically invincible.

In other words, the bear’s fate was already sealed.

Roaring in fear and confusion, unable to grasp why the enemy that should have died long ago was still able to move, the bear swiped its paw forward.

Silverfang managed to dodge the attack and inflicted a wound of his own.

Just from looking at the fight, it was clear the bear was superior to Silverfang in every way.

And yet, that didn’t matter.

No matter how many times the bear inflicted fatal wounds, Silverfang would just stand back up like nothing had happened and charge at the bear again.

From one shallow wound to ten,

From ten to a hundred,

From a hundred to a thousand…

The bear bled. Its body became slower, unable to move the way it wanted to.

The bear crushed, tore, and slashed Silverfang, inflicting many other terrible attacks on the wolf.

But before the wolf—before Zaroth—death was meaningless.

Letting out a weak roar, the bear trembled and then collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Silverfang, not hesitating for a second, immediately jumped at the creature’s throat, tearing it apart to confirm his kill.

Emerging from the bushes, Zaroth let out a sigh of relief. Even if it looked like he hadn’t done much, in fact, he had—his mana core was almost empty. It seemed that allowing his beast to move after taking heavy injuries was pretty costly.

"No matter," he spoke with a smile as he walked toward Silverfang, observing the surroundings.

There were five wolves giving off the energy hinting that they could be resurrected.

"Still, that was one wild wish, Silverfang," he said proudly as he patted the beast.

’I just wonder what will happen now that your wish has been granted?’

His answer came soon as he heard a voice echo in his mind. Licking his dry lips, he smiled darkly.

He didn’t have many expectations… but this was beyond his wildest dreams.

[Silverfang’s wish has been granted.]

[Silverfang’s purpose has been fulfilled.]

[Silverfang is ready to evolve.]