Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 178 : Hellweaver

"Sir?" Zaroth was awakened by a gentle shake. With a grunt, he opened his eyes. The first thing his gaze fell upon was one of the women with alluring bodies that was part of the staff.

"What happened?" he managed to mutter.

"You were taking too long, so I entered the room only to find you passed out."

"How much time has passed?"

"Less than a minute."

Taking a few moments to compose himself, Zaroth slowly stood up. His eyesight naturally went to where the Crimson Widow was supposed to be.

But thankfully, the beast was nowhere to be found. It seemed that after he had passed out, the spider had entered his soul, most likely sensing that if it was seen, it could spell bad news.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned to the woman.

"I'm fine now, thanks. I guess I just had too much to drink," he lied as naturally as he breathed. He hadn't drunk a drop of liquor, but at the moment, it was the most believable lie he could come up with.

It seemed his lie, masked with a hint of sarcasm, worked as the lips of the woman curved upward a bit. "I see. Well, it's fine, I guess. But about the Crimson Widow—"

"It's alright." Zaroth spoke as he quickly made his way out of the room, not wanting to be asked more questions.

He raced the stairs out of the beast arena as fast as possible, exiting the bank, and only then did he calm down a bit as he asked Luna.

'What happened? Why did you not answer my call earlier?'

Her reply came immediately. 'I did, but for some reason, you didn't hear me.'

Zaroth raised an eyebrow in doubt. Luna was in his soul. She couldn't have been closer to him than this, and yet he was unable to hear her answer?

She was either lying, or something wrong had happened with him. He doubted that Luna would make such a blatant lie. It seemed that the moment he tamed the Crimson Widow, something inside of him changed.

'I think it's because of the amount of beasts you possess.' Luna caught him off guard.

'What do you mean?' he asked, confused.

'Think about it. While in the academy, they didn't discuss much about Beast Masters, as it was a disliked class by most of the population, and there wasn't much information in the library books. One thing that occasionally came up was that there was a limit on how many beasts a Beast Master could possess.'

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After a second, she added, 'After all, if there were no such limit, what stopped a person from simply taming thousands or millions of beasts and making an army of their own?'

'Their mana?' he answered.

'Possible, but it's clearly not that simple. The state you got into the moment you tamed the Crimson Widow… maybe your core is too weak, and having too many beasts—even if they aren't summoned—is spreading it too thin.'

He frowned. If this was true, it meant that he had reached a cap on how many beasts he could possess. Of course, theoretically, he could try and somehow get rid of his weaker beasts, like the weak wolves, to make more space for stronger ones, but he doubted that it was a smart idea.

Not to mention, how was he supposed to do that? At the moment, something dawned on him.

Possibly the only weakness of the fact that he was an Undead Beast Master.

For a normal Beast Master, if they wanted to get rid of one of their beasts, they could simply have them killed… but Zaroth's beasts were undead. There was no killing them, meaning he was most likely stuck with them forever.

"Still," he muttered as he glanced at the sky. Even if that was correct and he was unable to acquire more beasts for now, it wasn't such dire news.

Now that the Crimson Widow was under his control, the poison issue was resolved, and if the need for raw power arose, he could unleash the spider as a formidable force. Given its size—roughly that of a horse—it was clear the beast could fulfill that role with ease.

So now, his team was more or less balanced.

Cracking his neck, he muttered, "I suppose it's now a matter of finding harmony with them and how effectively I can fight alongside them."

*****

Once he got back into his apartment, he summoned Luna, and she got busy coming up with a name for the spider.

Zaroth still felt a bit lightheaded, so to pass the time, he undressed and started his training regime.

He had tried not to miss a day, and as a result, his numbers were already very impressive.

Hundreds of squats, more than a hundred push-ups. The only thing he struggled with was hitting the one hundred pull-up mark, but he was getting close.

He threw a quick glance at Luna. At first, he had started training with the goal of seeing her naked once he reached those numbers. While he was still excited by that idea, gradually another desire took precedence—one that was, if not greater, at least equal to that goal—gaining strength. It was addicting beyond belief, more so than any liquor, any gamble, or even any woman in the world.

Letting out a sigh, he shook off his head and went to take a nice shower.

*****

"This was great," he spoke with a grin as he exited, with a towel around his waist. Not minding Luna, who was still busy thinking, and his other beasts, he got dressed up as he shifted his gaze to the kitchen.

'What am I going to eat, I wonder?'

He didn't have time to ponder the issue, as Luna suddenly exclaimed.

"I got it!"

Zaroth shifted his gaze to her with anticipation. She was the one with the better naming sense, so whatever she named the Crimson Widow, that was how they were going to refer to the beast from now on.

Meeting his gaze, she spoke with an alluring voice. "Let's name it Hellweaver!"