Free Web NovelShe opened her jaws wide, her throat vibrating as she prepared to unleash an absolute catastrophe.
Her casting sequence for her most destructive, system-breaking panic:
[Active Skill: Collective Harem Outrage]
When Liam takes damage, Midnight's high-pitched ["Master Was Hurt!"] Scream from the Shadows inflicts a 100% Reality Snip. The boss freezes in pure, cringey existential shame at the raw secondhand embarrassment.
Instantly, the strawberry link clones Liam's next swing with the exact volumetric weight of Midnight's bouncy D-cup matrix, dealing 2,000% True Physics Damage that flattens the boss into the floorboards and permanently shatters their ability to make eye contact.
The air pressure in the plains plummeted to absolute zero as the macro began to auto-cast. The ground beneath them began to rattle.
But before the first high-pitched syllable could even escape her lips, Liam's tactical instincts overrode his failing health pool. He manually thrust his left arm out with blinding speed, planting his open, soot-stained palm flat against Midnight's face, physically stuffing the catastrophic shriek right back down her throat.
"Don't," Liam grunted, his teeth gritting tight as the 1% HP red warnings strobed across his eyes. "Stop the skill hush now I've got this."
Midnight's skill violently stuttered. The dark pink, suffocating aura fizzled out into a pathetic, spark-like pop against his skin.
She stood there, completely pinned beneath his hand, her tongue still pressed against his palm as she made muffled, deeply confused, and worried dragon noises, her tiny wings drooping in compliance.
Liam knew his own skills inside and out. Dropping to the literal brink of death was an insane gamble for any standard person, but for a smart, calculating, handsome Liam 'cough cough', it was the exact, high-risk threshold required for his ultimate hidden passive to clear its locking conditions.
[THE OP SKILL ACTIVATED: "BLOODLINE ANCHOR"]
Instead of a standard resurrection, this skill creates a permanent, unbreakable tether between the wolf and his primary anchor.
Passive Effect [Shared Vitality]: As long as Liam and Elizabeth are within the same zone, they share a single, massive HP pool. If one takes damage, it is automatically distributed between them, effectively making Elizabeth as tanky as the 10,000x-buffed Liam.
The "Res" Mechanic [The Seed of Rebirth]: Because Liam previously "filled her to the brim" during their private bath sequence, Elizabeth now carries a literal [Soul Anchor] within her core. If Liam falls in battle, he does not go to the graveyard. Instead, he instantly respawns from Elizabeth's shadow with 50% HP.
Cooldown: 24 Hours (The "Digestive" Period).
Note: Anchor will need to be refilled.
The moment the bloodline link snapped into place, a visible surge of blinding golden white light rippled outward from Elizabeth's core with immense power, sending a torrent of raw, unadulterated vitality flowing and slamming into Liam's spine.
His health bar didn't just tick up; it violently rebounded, slamming back to full strength in a fraction of a second as the shared pool perfectly balanced their lifeforces.
Elizabeth gasped loudly, her hands flying to her chest as her skin suddenly flushed with an intense, overflowing rush of heat and raw stamina. She looked down at her trembling hands, then up at Liam's straight back, her cat ears twitching frantically in circles as her brain fully processed the deep, shockingly intimate nature of the connection that had just woven their souls together.
The wind horse creature slowly released its grip on Liam's shoulder. It tasted the overflowing, dense golden energy now radiating off his skin, blinked its blood-red eyes, and seemed to come to a sudden realisation.
Very deliberately, the smoke horse extended a long, white, completely translucent tongue and gave Liam a massive, wet, electric lick straight across his cheek.
DING.
A pristine, royal-blue system HUD snapped open right in front of his face.
[BOND SUCCESSFUL!]
You have successfully tamed a legendary anomaly.
Species: Legendary uhfesuf#$%1jj Horse! (Error: You are not high enough level to see the horse's true name).
[System]: What would you like to name your horse?
Please input a text designation below:
[____________________]
Liam froze for a split second, looking at the cursor blinking inside the empty text box. He calmly wiped the damp, electric vapour from his cheek with the back of his hand, stared into the deep red pits of the entity's eyes, and slowly nodded to himself.
He didn't think about majestic titles. He didn't think about ancient mythical nomenclature. He opened the system input interface and typed out three characters in Korean.
[소고기]
The system instantly locked the entry in, flashing once before converting the text into his active interface language: [Beef].
Jace's wide, supportive smile completely vanished, his thumbs dropping instantly as he stared at the floating nameplate above the fog horse in absolute, horrified disbelief. Rogue's jaw snapped shut so hard his molars clicked, his eyes bulging as he stared at the name [Beef] hovering proudly over a legendary, reality-deleting force of nature.
Even the vape cloud stallion itself paused. Its misty ears flattened backward against its head, and its swirling white vapour turned a slightly darker shade of grey, as if its ancient, primordial soul physically registered the absolute, unbridled disrespect of being named after a standard culinary ingredient.
Liam, entirely unbothered, casually reached out and patted the top of the cloud gelding's head. His fingers sank through the cold steam, feeling the faint hum of its compliance.
"Good boy, Beef," Liam murmured, his voice smooth, calm, and completely in control as a sharp, cold smile cut across his face. "Let's go get those coffee beans."
Before Rogue or Jace could even open their mouths to scream about the sheer absurdity of the name, a heavy, golden chime echoed with deafening force directly inside Liam's head, accompanied by a cascading shower of celebratory system notifications that completely filled his peripheral vision.
[Tool Tip]:
Status: HP: Anchor Reservoir: EMPTY (Requires Immediate Top-Off)
The Intimate Fluid Dynamics of Rebirth: The system confirms your high-risk 1% HP gamble successfully triggered the [Bloodline Anchor], pulling a massive torrent of raw, unadulterated vitality straight out of Elizabeth's core. However, because you completely drained the golden sovereign reservoir to survive the vape-horse chomp, the anchor status is currently flagged as [CRITICALLY DEPLETED].
The "Topping-Up" Mandate: To retain your 24-hour passive safety net and keep Elizabeth operating as a 10,000x-buffed tank, the soul anchor must be refilled to the brim. The system notes that standard health potions are completely useless for this specific mechanics module; the reservoir can only be replenished via another highly intensive, closed-door "bath
sequence" or similar high-contact structural filling maneuvers.
