was unrecognizable from before. No longer a trembling refugee scrambling for survival, s

lderness beasts, claiming only a single Level

e barriers of her Tier Three status already cracking, begging for a stronger surge

ocious bestial roar tore through the forest's oppressive s

to a razor edge. Pressing herself against the damp tree trunk, she p

orm torn and blood-soaked, golden hair matted with fresh crimson. This was Jaxon Stryker, a renowned elite w

ippling muscle and razor-sharp curved horns, charged at

t his injuries were grievous. A gaping, deep gash sliced across his entire back, staining the fallen leaves and

sive head, tensing its muscular limbs

r, and the cruel loneliness of being abandoned with no one to turn to for salvation. She had clawed her way o

r like a swift black wraith, movin

enzied rage, swinging its massive horns wildly in chaotic destruction. Clara weaved nimbly around its frantic charges, a phantom of lethal precision, slicing through the thick tendons in its fore and hind legs with ever

o the ground, motionless. Thick silence fe

evere blood loss. Yet a unique scent cut through the heavy stench of blood and rot-fresh rain intertwined with faint flor

ling salve onto his lap. "Use it quickly. Your open wou

glowing Level 4 bio-core with clean, practiced movement

ugh her veins-this was exactly what s

th the lowered hood, fixating on her deep, unreadable dark brown eyes. "Wait. I am Jaxon Stryker, heir of the S

eady, and unyielding. "This core is

ore Jaxon could utter another word, leaving him

et his heart thundered with fierce resolve. He wou

al-wave power crashed through her body, bringing searing, agonizing pain. Drawing on the meticulous control from her past life, she guided the rampant

her body before quickly dissipat

e qualified for advanced elite mate matching. Please p

lara stood calmly inside the bustling Imperium Bonding Registry. She pressed

0. Biological Level 4. Advanced el

surprise. "Detected extreme genetic uniqueness and top-tier latent potential. Syste

. Nine? It was an un