Beast Taming: My Beasts are All Brothers Who Would Die for Me

In the era of beast taming, there is only one formula for strength: beast bloodline × contract strength. Han Che's awakening panel only had one line of small text— [Bond: The depth of the bond with your tamed beast will directly rewrite the beast's bloodline limit.] In a corner of the animal market, while others picked out the most expensive S-grade cubs, he squatted in front of the last cage—inside curled up a "white-haired mongrel" whose fur hadn't even fully grown in, priced at: a bag of animal food. No one knew that the breath of this "mongrel" contained a ripple of time that could bring the entire animal market to a standstill for a second. No one knows that it has been waiting in this form for a hundred years for someone who can warm it. Years later, a beast tide besieged the city, and the beasts went berserk, beyond anyone's control. Han Che walked up the city wall, and a white light shot up into the sky behind him—a young unicorn stood on the clouds, with two horns on its forehead. In an instant, time in front of the city slowed down by half a beat. The entire city was in an uproar: "What kind of bloodline is that?!" Han Che scratched his head: "I found it, a bag of animal feed."