After awakening, Oliver found himself living as a poor farmer on the edge of the forests of the Kingdom of Rivendell, in a dilapidated home with scarce food.

The kingdom’s forests were filled with magical beasts and toxic gases, and people believed they were perilous. However, he had awakened a super magic core that could capture creatures and endlessly transform its form.

By capturing magical beasts, he gained incredible powers.

He captured a Silver-Maned Boar, which granted him Superhuman Strength, enabling him to overpower foes with sheer brute force.

Later, he captured a Thunderhawk, a majestic bird that soared through storms. This creature bestowed upon him the ability known as Storm's Embrace, allowing him to summon lightning strikes and control winds with a mere thought.

Finally, he captured a Celestial Serpent, an immense creature adorned with shimmering scales that glinted like stars.

This powerful beast endowed him with an Aetheric Shield, creating a formidable barrier that absorbed and reflected magical attacks, enhancing his own spells with celestial energy.

As time flowed and the world changed, one day, Oliver, now the ruler of the earth and seas, looked up at the sky.

The starry river above sparkled with unmatched beauty; it was said that within the starry sea resided deities.

Having captured so many magical creatures and grown so powerful, he pondered the possibility: what if he could capture a god?

Beastbound: Awakening  the Hunter

Emerging from the shared ruling lord’s mansion in the town, Oliver’s hands felt heavier than when he entered, the weight of a small sack of coins now resting in his grip. It was a small fortune—one hundred and eighty gold coins to be exact. 


The land, estate, and several of Avery’s businesses had been seized by the local authorities, and after a swift auction, the spoils had been divided. While Violanda had eyed the shops, and Hector was focused on expanding his family’s holdings, Oliver’s thoughts had been firmly set on the gold itself. 


Avery, once one of the four lords of this small town, had been wealthy. That much was obvious. The gold gleamed in the sunlight, catching the light in a dance of soft glimmers. As Oliver gripped the sack, a strange warmth settled in his palm—the tangible proof of his growing power and wealth. 


Oliver stepped into the misty forest, purpose in his stride. The hunt had begun. 


The Hunt for Life Essence