Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 177 : A Beast’s Burden

Zaroth hadn't lived for a long time, and yet he had the assumption that there were few things in the world that could surprise him at this point.

In the few months that had passed since acquiring Luna, he had thought he was starting to get used to the unfamiliarity of the world.

But as it turned out, he was severely mistaken.

He knew there were all kinds of classes out there, as well as an unknown number of gods, each granting different powers through their blessings.

And yet, despite knowing it in theory, it had never crossed his mind that there could be a person capable of disguising themselves as a beast.

Yes, even though Zaroth was a Beast Master, a person that was supposed to have deeper connections with beasts than normal, he didn't manage to see past the disguise of the said human.

And he wasn't alone, as the organizers had somehow allowed the human disguised as a beast to enter the arena. Unless, of course, they had known about it from the beginning, or the disguise was so perfect that no one was able to see past it—even the experienced.

If it hadn't been for the mysterious system feeding him the information, he would have never known.

"The fox was supposed to be owned by an individual called 'Destiny,'" he muttered to himself.

"Was 'Destiny' the human who had disguised as a fox, or was it somebody that worked with them as a team?"

Zaroth's stomach growled, it wasn't because he was hungry, it was because he was curious, he was a curious person by nature, and learning such interesting pieces of information made his body shiver in excitement.

He suddenly felt the urge to investigate who this individual was. Just how strong were they? Could they be an ally or a foe? Were there more like them out there? Countless questions flooded his mind.

But alas, a second later, he grunted as he realized that investigation wasn't possible—at least, not currently.

After all, even the organizers of the beast arena didn't know the identities of those who entered with their own beasts, there was a reason he had a codename.

Once you entered the bank, put on the mask given by the old man, and stepped into the beast arena, no one would know who you were. They would only know who entered and who exited, but not who did what,

Worse still, if he tried to somehow sniff out the information, he could get into trouble.

He, of course, was somebody that enjoyed the privilege of having his identity hidden, and trying to learn more about 'Destiny' could mean that he would lose that privilege.

He shook off the thought, finding 'Destiny' and confronting this individual, would be necessary only if he wanted to evolve the spider. And while it could be great if he could make the beast reach Epic tier, at the moment, it wasn't a necessity, and the trouble could prove more than it was worth.

'But what about the taming part?' Zaroth was supposed to promise that he would fulfill the beast's desire in order for it to submit to him. Was he supposed to lie? Would lying even work, considering that the spider was currently judging his soul?

Zaroth feared that if he attempted to lie, he would be exposed immediately and lose access to the beast—something he absolutely didn't want to happen.

The Crimson Widow—or rather, the spider's poison—was just too strong, too valuable to let go, especially now that he had bought the beast.

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So he was left with no other choice but to believe the words he was going to say next with his whole heart.

"Join me, and I will do everything in my power to grant your desire." It wasn't a lie, as he said 'everything in my power,' not that it was guaranteed to happen.

There was silence for a few seconds, which made him gulp anxiously, before the chance of falling to tame the beast didn't seem real… but now it did.

[Crimson Widow is moved by your determination.]

[Crimson Widow responds to your call.]

[Crimson Widow forms a pact with you.]

[You have formed a contract with Crimson Widow.]

Zaroth couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as euphoria washed over him. He had done it, he had acquired the beast and its deadly poison.

The body of the Crimson Widow shivered, and its legs moved . Then the spider rose slowly as its crimson eyes focused on its master.

Zaroth didn't know how to react. He didn't particularly hate spiders, nor did he like them. Just a few hours ago, he had thought of them as roommates that would occasionally chill in the upper corners of his room...

His perspective was shattered, however, as he gazed at the spider that was the size of a horse.

With hesitation, he stretched out his hand and placed it close to the beast's head.

The spider blinked in confusion a couple of times, closed its eyes, and brought its head next to his arm.

"At least it likes me," he muttered with a sarcastic smile.

"Next, naming would be in order, so I will probably have to ask L—"

Zaroth stopped mid-sentence as his vision blurred, and a second later, he sat—fell—on his bottom.

What?" he whispered as he clutched his head in his hands.

He was about to ask Luna how she thought they should name the beast until he was assaulted by a violent headache.

This was a headache that he had never experienced before. He had gotten drunk a couple of times, so he had somewhat gotten used to the hangovers… but this was next-level… entirely next level.

Saliva fell from his mouth as he struggled to keep it closed. Thankfully, his half-mask only covered his upper face, so the saliva dropped to the ground rather than making a mess inside the mask.

The corners of his eyes began to tear up. Against his will.

His heart rate increased and his limbs began to tremble.

It was hard to think, 'Did I accidentally infect myself with the spider's poison?' Zaroth asked himself. But a second later, he realized that wasn't the case as he wasn't bleeding… just in pain.

'Luna?... Luna?' Without anything else coming to mind, he asked the one person that he trusted the most. At least she was always with him.

But this time no answer came, so he asked again. And he was met only with silence.

'What the fuck is happening?' he cursed, as his back pressed against the ground, and his eyelids started to feel heavy. He was going to pass out.

NO!' he shouted in his mind. He was still in the beast arena and didn't have much information about the place, so he considered it a hostile environment. Meaning collapsing here could only spell trouble.

Not to mention that the Crimson Widow that was supposedly dead was now moving. If someone were to enter the room, they were sure going to learn that he was able to resurrect the dead beast, which could prove disastrous.

But alas, all of his efforts were in vain as his mind, assaulted by the terrible pain, shut down, and he passed out.