Legacy of the Sabretooth

Realizing he had been tricked, the saber-toothed tiger lunged directly at Victor. This time, however, Victor dodged the attack.

Having narrowly escaped death, Victor noticed the changes within himself. When his will was resolute, he could unleash greater power in this space.

In other words, under normal circumstances, he could evade the tiger's pounce. The previous incident had occurred because he was too shocked and terrified to react in time, leading to the bite.

This time, after dodging the tiger's initial strike, Victor grew more confident and determined, which in turn made him stronger—a tangible strength that surged continuously from within.

As sudden power often breeds arrogance, Victor was no exception. Feeling the energy coursing through him, he suddenly viewed the "big cat" as nothing special.

He launched a counterattack, clearly forgetting this was no ordinary feline but an ancient behemoth—a prehistoric apex predator capable of hunting adult elephants alone.

Victor crouched slightly, arms spread wide, fingers extending into sharp bone claws. His canine teeth tripled in size as he roared and charged at the tiger.

Then, the tiger swatted him to the ground like a mosquito. After a brief but futile struggle...

Victor predictably became a snack for the tiger's teeth, completing the trilogy of losing consciousness, descending into rage, and collapsing (GG).

"Am I still too weak? Getting beaten by that damned old man in reality is bad enough, but now I'm bullied by a random feline in my consciousness too! I need more Power!"

As Victor sat on his bed ranting theatrically, the daily father-son bonding hour arrived.

This time, Old Clyde couldn't easily yank out Victor's fangs. Facing his father's assaults, Victor began learning to counterattack...

A rational Victor proved far more troublesome than a mere beast. Combining sharp intellect with primal instincts, he lasted longer under Old Clyde's blows.

Yet the outcome remained inevitable. After a failed dodge left him caught, a series of near-fatal strikes swiftly rendered Victor unconscious.

Though Old Clyde noticed Victor's anomalies, he no longer cared. As long as the fangs regrew, it meant the "demon" remained—the apparent rationality was merely an illusion.

Indeed, while Victor could now control his fangs' growth and regeneration, he chose not to alter them, letting them regrow as before.

He resolved to grow stronger both in the consciousness space and reality. Mental fortitude would come from the former, physical strength from the latter—his foundation for survival.

He didn't know when Old Clyde might lose patience and kill him. If that day came without sufficient strength to break free from the chains...

Heh heh heh.

Though uncertain if Old Clyde could truly kill him, entrusting his life to others' mercy was no comfort.

Thus Victor persistently sought change. Now he glimpsed hope: through meditation, his consciousness space accelerated ability development.

He wasn't growing stronger—he'd always possessed this power, merely undeveloped.

Victor's post-awakening rampages stemmed from unmastered abilities. Beyond primal influences, rapidly multiplying brain cells destabilized his emotions and consciousness.

A child's decade-long memories couldn't utilize so many neurons, leaving the excess occupied by bestial instincts.

Externally, this manifested as increasingly animalistic behavior, his humanity nearly eclipsed by savagery—until Wei Ke's transmigration alleviated this.

The fusion of an adult's complete consciousness with the original mind wasn't simple addition. Whether 3 or 4, existing neural real estate proved insufficient. The solution? Seizure.

The clearest evidence: post-transmigration Victor no longer saw killing his brother as "play." Previously, he genuinely believed they were roughhousing—akin to young felines learning hunting through mock battles.

This near-total dominance of bestiality caused tragedy, while his father's actions sowed seeds for greater calamity.

Everything changed after the protagonist's arrival.

As Victor's consciousness required more cerebral territory ("brain domain"), the displaced bestiality wouldn't retreat quietly.

Hence the berserk rages and consciousness erosion. Victor's true self initially faltered in this neural war.

Fortunately, accidental mastery of meditation—combined with this world's peculiarities—externalized the conflict into his consciousness space.

This granted Victor his first real method to temporarily resolve the beast issue. Yet every advantage bears cost:

Losing to his bestial self in consciousness space meant temporary bodily possession. Thanks to healing factors, this wouldn't be permanent—Victor would eventually recover.

Conversely, this meant Victor could never eradicate his beast side, as the healing factor treated both equally O(∩_∩)O

When Victor awoke, night had fallen. Instead of resting, he resumed meditation, seeking greater gains...

Soon, he returned to the consciousness space. The long-waiting beast avatar—the saber-toothed tiger—roared and pounced.

Learning from prior failure, Victor avoided direct confrontation, instead dodging through evasive maneuvers.

The tiger's massive frame dominated head-on clashes but struggled against Victor's smaller, agile form.

Victor maintained close proximity—distance would enable fatal pounces. He employed video game tactics against oversized bosses: circling heels, darting beneath the tiger using enhanced physique.

The tiger entered whack-a-mole mode, attempting to crush Victor with paw strikes, but each time Victor narrowly escaped.

After ten minutes, not only had the tiger failed, but Victor's claws left multiple wounds.

This didn't last. The tiger soon countered: leaping forward, pivoting mid-landing to pin the off-guard Victor for a KO.

Time flew as human and beast waged their mental war. Each session saw Victor enduring longer under the tiger's claws...

Correspondingly, his real-world strength grew daily. Old Clyde's tooth-pulling routine became trivial—Victor could instantly regenerate fangs, though he waited until his father left to avoid complications.

A year passed.

Outwardly, Victor remained unchanged, while golden-haired Old Clyde aged dramatically, hair now streaked with white.

Life had hammered this man mercilessly. His once-happy family lay shattered—one son dead, the other the killer.

Countless times he nearly killed Victor and himself, yet faith and paternal love stayed his hand.

Even demon-possessed, this remained his son. How could he kill him?

He often wondered if battlefield sins invited divine punishment.

Soon his torment would end. This very day, Victor snapped the chains binding him in the basement.

"I was imprisoned for ten thousand years... Pah! Stupid line! Finally! Freedom! Now you'll pay, Father."

Victor's first act after breaking free was smashing through the basement door, then shattering a window to climb into the living room.

Old Clyde choked on his fruit pie upon seeing the window-crashing Victor, toppling over with his chair like a suffocating fish.

The terrified Mrs. Clyde froze, believing her husband struck by her son's "dark magic."

"Is he... choking?"