[The fifth month.] [The living environment in the inner reaches of the Gloomy Forest is far harsher than the outer regions.] [The concentration of mana here is higher, and the magical beasts it breeds are more powerful and aggressive.] [No matter where you activate Danger Sense, within a fifteen-meter radius, the flickering red dots never stop.] [You have to be even more cautious.] [Utilizing the excellent vision and speed of the Blood Feather Crow, you avoid those existences with clearly powerful auras.] [Fortunately, after tempering and evolution, your strength can barely be considered mid-tier even in the inner reaches.] [As long as you don’t actively provoke those regional leaders or intrude into the territory of certain social magical beasts, just barely surviving is still possible.] [The benefits brought by resources are obvious.] [Magical beasts in the inner reaches not only provide higher experience points, but the energy contained in their flesh is also of higher quality.] [Through continuous hunting and devouring, your level has steadily risen to LV.11.] [You discover that although the magical beasts here are generally high-level, those possessing multiple innate skills are rare.] [Most magical beasts rely on low-level skills such as Thick Hide, Sharp Claws, or Elemental Breath.] [Magical beasts are unlike humans who can learn magic; all their abilities come from their bloodline.] [The more powerful and pure the bloodline, the more numerous and advanced the skills, and they can even suppress opponents purely through their bloodline aura.] “No wonder the magical beasts of this world value bloodlines so much.” Outside the simulation, Ray couldn’t help but mutter as he watched the simulation content.
This was no rumor.
In the more powerful magical beast races, this rule of status determined by bloodline was even more prominent.
One only had to look at the dragon race to know.
No matter how powerful Dragonkin or Drakes were, they could only kneel and submit upon seeing a pure-blooded Giant Dragon.
Even within the Chromatic Dragons, there was a clear hierarchy of mutual disdain.
[Truth be told, you aren’t sure exactly which sacred being is the source of your trace of ‘Atavistic Bloodline’.] [But in battle, this meager bloodline does indeed suffer from the invisible pressure of higher-tier magical beasts.] [It makes your movements sluggish and fills your heart with trepidation.] [You begin to rack your brains for ways to increase your bloodline concentration or purity, but unfortunately, after trying everything, you remain at a loss.] [“I can only take it one step at a time…”] [The sixth month.] [You selected a tall ‘Iron Ridge Ancient Tree’ as your nest.] [Because it’s very high, few magical beasts can reach it.] [You used tough vines, soft moss, and collected animal skins to line the interior.] [On the outside of the nest, you even had the unique idea of hanging various shapes of magical beast bones.] [Birds have a natural instinct to pursue beauty, and you are no exception.] [When the wind blows, these ‘decorations’ collide gently, making a faint clicking sound that always gives you an inexplicable sense of security.] [Aside from nest-building, the greatest harvest this month came from prey.] [Near the chests of some magical beasts, you discovered a kind of shiny, irregular crystal—Low-grade Mana Crystals!] [These crystals contain pure mana; for humans, they are important materials for auxiliary cultivation and forging magical items;] [For magical beasts, they are the highly condensed essence of their own mana.] [Of course, not all magical beasts can form them within their bodies.] [You never saw them while in the outer reaches, but after entering the inner reaches, you are lucky enough to obtain one for roughly every ten prey you hunt.] [You swallow them into your stomach without hesitation.] [The ‘Magic Absorption’ talent operates at full power, efficiently absorbing the pure mana from the crystals and rapidly converting it into your own mana reserves.] [The ‘Plunder’ talent is also very effective.] [Although you didn’t gain new skills, you received various attribute enhancements.] [Now, your magic casting is extremely smooth, and your physical strength doesn’t seem like that of an 11th-level crow.] [It’s worth mentioning that you also discovered an extremely special area deep within the Gloomy Forest—the Thistle Woods.] [That’s what you call it.] [It’s located at the center of the forest, completely enveloped by a patch of giant thistles.] [Whenever your Danger Sense sweeps over that place, it’s like a beacon fire has been lit in your mind—a sea of red light.] [The surrounding magical beasts, even boss-level ones reaching level 28 or 29, deliberately avoid that thistle area.] [This all reveals the danger of that region.] [Although curiosity is scratching at your heart like a kitten’s claws, compared to your life, curiosity really counts for nothing.] [You firmly remember that location and decide never to approach it lightly until you have sufficient strength.] [The seventh month.] [Your level has increased to LV.12.] [It is the height of summer; the Gloomy Forest is full of vitality and food is abundant.] [However, an unexpected trouble has found you—your first mating season has arrived.] [Yes, mating season.] [Even if your soul comes from a human and possesses logic and wisdom, this Blood Feather Crow body is still essentially a magical beast that eats raw flesh and follows biological instincts.] [When hormone levels peak with the seasonal changes, that primitive urge to reproduce, originating from the depths of the bloodline, burns like wildfire.] [Some female crow-type magical beasts begin to circle and cry near your nest, displaying their respective ‘charms’.] [At first, you can still use willpower to forcibly ignore it, chanting in your heart:] [“Endure it…
the mating season will pass quickly…
I am a wise being, I cannot succumb to instinct…”] [However, dear.
A crow’s mating season usually lasts 4 to 5 months, from late spring to early autumn!] [In other words, if you don’t mate, you might have to endure three months of burning desire!] [If it’s this uncomfortable, why not just chop it off?] [You’re not using it anyway.] “This thing is like a nuclear weapon—you might not use it, but you can’t not have it, understand?!” Ray said excitedly.
Even through the simulator, he could feel his own ordeal.
This kind of pain—being drugged with aphrodisiacs without an antidote—is not something an ordinary person can endure…
“My other self…
hang in there…” With a moment of silence, he continued reading.
[The eighth month.] [Under the continuous torment of hormones, your willpower’s defensive line has begun to loosen.] [But you never imagined that the final ‘fall’ would not be you taking the initiative due to failing to resist temptation, but in another…
more humiliating way.] [It was a sweltering afternoon; you were grooming your feathers in the nest, trying to distract yourself.] [Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from the sky with lightning speed, directly intruding into your nest!] [The newcomer is a size larger than you, with feathers of a deeper dark blue, long and agile tail feathers, and a powerful, sharp aura—a Spirit-Tail Black Crow!] [A crow-type magical creature with a nobler bloodline than yours.] [Furthermore, this one’s level is as high as LV.19, only one step away from breaking through to become a ‘Boss’ level magical beast!] [You immediately enter a combat state, but the opponent’s strength completely crushes you!] [A single slap from its wing leaves you dizzy, followed immediately by powerful claws pinning you down…] [The entire process is crude, direct, and full of wildness.] [You struggle, protest, and even try to counterattack, but under the absolute strength gap and this…
indescribable position, it has little effect.] “What position?” System: “The Russian Sit.” “…” [You can only watch with tears in your eyes as this ‘home-invading’ powerful female crow does whatever she wants to you in your own nest…] [An unknown amount of time passed, feeling as long as a century.] [She finally ‘finished her fun’, released you, and elegantly groomed her slightly disheveled dark blue feathers.] [Then she looked back at you.] [That gaze was complex, carrying satisfaction and a hint of playfulness, as if saying:] [‘Little beauty, that was a good taste.
I’ll be back…’] [Then, she irresponsibly took flight, quickly disappearing into the dense canopy.] [A moment later, boundless grievance, shame, and a rage at being forcibly ‘defiled’ surged into your heart.] [You hug your wings, bury your head in them, and let out a painful cry.] [“Gah—!!
(Translation: Women…
no, female birds are not a single one of them good!!)”]