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"There's actually another Ultimate Form!"
For the first time, Clark's expression changed. A raw sense of possession flickered in his eyes, and a brilliant light of Source Power surged around him, his overwhelming mental energy echoing throughout the underground space.
The birth of one Ultimate Form had already exceeded his expectations, and now to have a second one emerge sent him into a frenzy!
Suddenly appearing was the strange creature he had previously subdued, now having completed its Ultimate Evolution, becoming Xiar's second Ultimate Form.
"Hunting Lion: Special Totem, Ultimate Form, cannot be enhanced.
Abilities: Invisible Assault, Feast of Slaughter, War Roar, Hunting Rhythm, Web of the Hunt.
Description: A terrifying existence that pursues hunting as its lifelong goal. Its cave is adorned with countless trophies—heads, claws, and massive horns of powerful monsters. Yet it remains unsatisfied, tirelessly hunting one fearsome creature after another!"
Its size had only increased from three meters to five meters, its body becoming increasingly slender with a streamlined form. The mane on its neck shone like gold, and its black eyes were cold and merciless.
Despite its massive frame, it appeared incredibly agile, as if it could vanish at any moment, never to be found again.
Earlier, it had utilized its Invisible Assault ability to blend completely with the surrounding environment, only launching an attack when it was less than ten meters away from its prey.
Unfortunately, at the last moment, a translucent shield suddenly appeared around the Harpies, firmly blocking the attack without inflicting any damage.
However, that was not the end. The Hunting Lion's golden mane rose up and transformed into a large net under the brilliance of Source Power, instantly enveloping the entire Harpies.
The Harpies flapped its wings in an attempt to escape, but it was far too slow to break free. It couldn't help but open its mouth and let out a terrifying deathly wail—the Wail of the Banshee!
Under this horrifying Mental Attack, the Hunting Lion's intended leap was abruptly halted as it crashed into a nearby boulder, shattering it violently.
It shook its head and got up from the ground, opening its mouth to let out a howl—War Roar!
The ability description stated that it could inflict severe Source Power damage on the target and remove negative effects such as dizziness and mental control.
But it was useless; the Harpies suddenly flapped their wings, and invisible Blood Blades appeared on their black wings, tearing the Golden Net apart.
Then it soared into the sky, rapidly flapping its wings, layers of mysterious Purple Ribbons materializing out of thin air.
In a daze, the area within hundreds of meters was transformed into a dreamlike realm, filled with a seductive spiritual wave that tempted one to fall.
It felt as if this place was the dream Empire, where anything you desired could be obtained, and all your wishes could be fulfilled.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that it resembled a massive cage, tightly imprisoning everything inside, causing all creatures to cease their struggles.
……………………
Xiar felt a shift in time as a familiar Urban Security Door suddenly appeared before him. He silently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Welcome back! Hurry and wash your hands; it's time for dinner.”
A gentle voice, reminiscent of someone he deeply missed, spoke the most ordinary words. He instantly felt a pang in his heart.
“Where have you been playing around again? You just got back now?” Another man sitting at the dining table, reading a newspaper, scolded him with a stern face.
Noticing his silence, the Middle-Aged Woman walked over, gently touching his forehead with concern. “What’s wrong, Hao'er? Are you feeling unwell?”
"Did you fail the exam again? Bring me the test paper so I can take a look. What are you standing there for? Hurry up!" The middle-aged man put down his newspaper, turned off the television, adjusted his glasses, and said with a stern expression.
"Can it wait until after dinner?" his wife replied, rolling her eyes.
"It's all your fault for spoiling him. Look at this kid; he doesn't even act like a student. All he does is play around. It's a miracle if he gets into college!"
Xiar listened to the familiar voices and murmured, "So this is what I've been longing for the most."
He couldn't help but glance around. This was an ordinary three-bedroom house, decorated simply, just enough to be considered minimally furnished.
There were no expensive appliances or anything like that; almost everything was old and had been used for several years. Yet this place felt incredibly warm and welcoming, a place he dreamed of returning to.
This was his home, and those two people were his parents.
Now he found himself in another world, unsure of when he could truly come back.
Xiar tossed his backpack onto the shoe cabinet, which earned him another round of scolding from his father.
After washing his hands, he sat down as the three of them enjoyed a simple yet cozy dinner together, with his mother occasionally serving him more food.
"Eat more; you're at that age where you need to grow. If you don't get enough nutrition, you won't grow tall," she urged.
After dinner, instead of retreating to his room to play on his phone like usual, he obediently sat in front of the sofa, keeping his mother company while they watched a boring soap opera.
"What's wrong? Are you worried about your studies? I can see that you've been preoccupied. Don't worry; my precious child is talented. How could an exam defeat you?"
Her face was filled with pride and satisfaction; to her, her child was the most perfect and talented, the greatest pride of her life.
“Mom, how wonderful it would be if this weren't just a dream,” Xiar sighed deeply.
“Silly child, how could this be a dream? Are you still half asleep?” His mother smiled as she ruffled his hair in comfort.
“But knowing this is a dream, I still don’t want to wake up…” Tears glistened in the corners of Xiar's eyes.
His mother, flustered, hurried to wipe his tears away, her voice filled with concern. “Child, what’s wrong? Please tell me. You’re making me worry so much.”
“Mom, I really regret not listening to you before and always making you angry. I’ve been so unfilial. I truly wish I could go back to that carefree time. Oh! Mom, I can no longer pretend not to see…” Xiar choked on his words, wanting to express everything he had left unsaid in the past.
Life often makes one realize the value of what they have only after losing it. Those ordinary days that once seemed trivial now felt unbearably precious to leave behind.
His mother looked at him in shock, unsure of what had happened. Xiar reached out once more, gently touching his mother’s cheek.
Meow~
A soft, squirming sound emerged, and suddenly the world before him shattered like broken glass, fracturing into emptiness…
Indeed, he had never been deceived from the start. With his current mental state, even if he couldn’t fight against the Harpies, he wouldn’t be easily fooled.
He opened his eyes and saw Clark standing less than two meters away from him, staring at him in astonishment. “How could you possibly break free from the Prison of Desire so quickly!”
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