Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Luna was right, he really lacked power.

So before going to the semi-finals in the tournament, Zaroth wanted to gain more of it.

Several possible ways shot through his mind.

Learn more skills, learn more demonic skills, learn how to wield weapons better, train his mana core even more, connect more sparks to his core.

These were all valid ways, but they were going to take too much time, not to mention that he had hit several plateaus on most of these methods.

He couldn't tame more beasts for now as he was at his limit at the moment, but that didn't mean that he couldn't make his beasts more powerful.

Luna was a Mythical beast, but due to the fact that Zaroth's mana core was still too weak, her powers were reduced to a very strong Epic beast. At the moment, he couldn't make her more powerful.

Silverfang already had his wish granted, so Zaroth doubted that there was a way to make the beast stronger, at least at the moment.

Hellweaver's wish was simple, but it meant that Zaroth had to somehow find the person who had killed the beast, and considering their ability to perfectly disguise themselves, it was out of the question at the moment.

But Nightshade was a different story.

Her wish was probably the easiest to grant.

All Zaroth had to do was to make sure that she fought in the beast arena and came out on top.

Then why hadn't he done it until now?

It was because he already had Silverfang evolve once, so he knew that once a beast entered the evolving stage, it would be inaccessible for some time.

And considering that Nightshade would be going from Rare to Epic tier, Zaroth assumed that the evolution was going to take too much time,

Or in other words, he was afraid. Afraid that once Nightshade entered evolution, he wouldn't be able to use her, and that would diminish his overall power significantly.

And this, in turn, would increase the chances that he was going to lose in the next rounds.

But due to the recent events, Zaroth was willing to take that risk.

Just the thought of remaining so weak disgusted him.

Staying in one place without trying to improve disgusted him.

Not to mention that it was very rare when the perfect time came to get stronger, who knows, maybe after the tournament, he would find himself much busier and in more danger.

Waiting for the perfect moment would be a mistake, one that he didn't want to make.

So, having made up his mind, he went to the bank that was secretly holding the beast fights.

He was going to make Nightshade began evolution before the 15th round.

*****

Zaroth sat on one of the chairs as he watched the two beasts enter the arena.

He naturally bet everything he had on his beast that it was going to win.

He had made sure that winning was the only possibility.

Not only because he knew that the beast wouldn't die, but because he had given it special advantage.

While Nightshade was very strong when it came to sneak attacks, she was at a major disadvantage when it came to fighting in the open with her opponent being aware of her location right from the start,

So Zaroth had given her advantage this time around, and from the look of it, no one was able to see what he had done, which made him smirk a little.

Before the fight started, he had summoned Hellweaver and had used the spider poison on Nightshade's fangs and claws.

Now her attacks were going to be even more devastating, not only would she be able to inflict severe damage, but also poison her opponent, and because Zaroth had used a little poison, the effect wouldn't be visible to the naked eye.

Under the effect of the poison, her opponent wasn't going to start bleeding profusely, making some of the spectators raise their eyebrows.

At best, the poison was going to slow down Nightshade's opponents.

This didn't sound like that much of an advantage, but it was.

After all, the slower the enemy was, the more Nightshade would be able to hit them.

The more she hit them, the slower they would become, allowing her to hit them even more, and this cycle would continue until she won.

Even if she took fatal attacks, she would be fine as she would just get up like she couldn't feel pain.

So Zaroth wasn't worried in the slightest as he rested his back against the chair.

And watched the two beasts charge at one another.

Just as expected, the fighting didn't last long as Nightshade's opponent soon collapsed dead.

Nightshade was announced the winner, as long as her master's name — Hollow.

Hollow was slowly starting to gain fame by his perfect track record, as his beast had yet to lose a single match.

Zaroth usually didn't care much for fame, as in his eyes, it wasn't all that important.

But here, there could be a difference. The more famous his persona, Hollow, became, the greater the chance that he would catch the eyes of some people.

While this could be considered a pain in the ass, there was one possible advantage.

It would be great if he made Destiny interested in him.

The chances were slim, but if Destiny approached him, or if he got the opportunity to learn more about the individual, it would be a great discovery, as it would mean he was one step closer to evolving Hellweaver as well.

"One thing at a time," he muttered as he prepared Nightshade for her next fight.

It seemed that he got lucky, thanks to the grand tournament that was going on, there was hype all around the empire,

And the owners of the beast arena wanted to take advantage of the situation.

As such, they had begun to hold more fights between Rare beasts than normal.

Zaroth was going to capitalize on the opportunity as much as possible, of course.

After giving Nightshade about an hour to recover herself in his mana core, he summoned her, applied Hellweaver poison again, and sent her to another fight.

This was going to be her second fight for the day.

Naturally, once the announcer of the arena called the name of the beast, a few people in the audience raised an eyebrow.

While it wasn't unheard of for a beast to perform in two battles in one day, it was definitely rare.

Most of them thought her master was cruel, forcing the panther to fight so many battles.

But Zaroth didn't pay any attention to them.

After all, he was connected to his Nightshade, and as such, he could more or less feel her emotions.

She wasn't just excited, she was thriving.

With each win, her spirit felt like it was becoming more powerful.

With each win, it felt like she was becoming stronger, more cunning, more deadly.

With each win, she was getting closer to evolving.

Zaroth smirked, the half mask he was wearing only hid the upper part of his face, so his mouth was visible.

"It seems that we won't be leaving this arena for some time."