Chapter 64: Invisible Presence

Heize was just such a man.

He used to be nothing more than a stray dog, lingering around trash cans, until one day Zhao Xiaobing brought him home. For a moment, he thought his luck had finally turned.

But what he hadn't anticipated was that Zhao Xiaobing was a man with the heart of a beast behind a human face.

Whenever Zhao Xiaobing had nothing better to do, he took delight in tormenting him. The three years since he was picked up were spent in endless agony.

Even Zhao Xiaobing was surprised by the dog’s tenacity for survival.

Today, Zhao Xiaobing devised a new form of torture: he planned to neuter Heize and turn him into a eunuch dog.

That was the final straw for Heize.

After years of torment, resentment had already built within him. Upon mutation, when he regained the ancestral memories of his bloodline, he only wished to live quietly in the city.

He had even prepared to run away, but when Zhao Xiaobing brandished a knife, intending to physically castrate him, Heize’s fury erupted.

He abandoned all pretense of discretion and, right before Zhao Xiaobing’s eyes, began to morph, transforming into a human.

Zhao Xiaobing screamed in terror, bolted into his room, locked the door, and immediately called the police for help.

But what was Heize?

He was no ordinary dog.

His bloodline stretched back to the wilds of prehistory, nobler than the ancient overlords themselves.

But his ancestors were dogs.

Dogs are loyal and friendly; unless pushed to the utmost, they rarely turn savage. Yet Zhao Xiaobing had crossed that line, so Heize resolved to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

"So, you like physical castration?" Heize’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he reached out, and the knife lying on the floor flew into his hand.

Heize ran his tongue along the blade, grinning fiercely. "Let me satisfy you today."

Zhao Xiaobing’s eyes bulged, pupils dilating rapidly.

He watched Heize stride forward, fruit knife in hand, his imposing frame emanating a sense of overwhelming menace with every step.

Zhao Xiaobing’s whole body trembled; sweat poured down his pale face.

His lips and the bridge of his nose quickly darkened, turning blue and purple.

This was the physical change that comes from extreme terror, signaling he was on the verge of mental collapse.

A slight disturbance now could push him into utter ruin.

As Heize advanced, the oppressive aura battered Zhao Xiaobing’s mind, and his gaze turned vacant.

Zhao Xiaobing broke down, his mind completely shattered.

A foolish smile spread across his face, and he began to giggle inanely.

At the same time, his pants began to darken, the stain spreading visibly.

A pungent odor filled the air.

"Damn it!" Heize pinched his nose and hurriedly stepped back.

He was, after all, a true dog—a dog of noble blood.

But a dog is a dog, and the sensitivity of their nose is unmatched.

Even the faintest scent could be tracked to the ends of the earth.

Zhao Xiaobing had lost his mind, became an idiot, and lost control of his bladder.

Heize’s face was full of disgust.

"With this little courage, you dared to bully me every day?"

"Don't think going insane will save what shouldn't be saved."

Heize’s expression grew fierce.

Recalling the days of torment, the savage light in his eyes intensified.

In the dim room, sunlight streamed through the window, glinting off the sharp fruit knife, casting a silver gleam.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop by ten degrees in an instant.

Even Zhao Xiaobing, now a fool, shuddered instinctively.

"I'll cut!" Heize let out a sinister laugh, and as his knife hand rose and fell, a cold shout rang out from behind him: "Drop the weapon and raise your hands!"

Heize paused, turned, and saw a man and a woman standing there, holding batons pointed at him.

Heize grinned, baring his teeth. "So, you're the patrol guards this bastard called?"

His face twisted, the flesh on his cheeks contorting into a ferocious mask.

"System, something's not right here," Lin Qiu eyed Heize with suspicion.

As a dragon whale with a noble bloodline, he could sense the unusual strength in Heize's blood.

If even he found it remarkable, then Heize’s bloodline must be truly formidable.

According to the rules of exotic beasts, the nobler the bloodline, the harder it was to evolve into human form.

He himself only gained transformation abilities with the system's help.

But even then, it was just transformation—the essence remained a dragon whale.

In Lin Qiu’s eyes, information about this dark giant flashed.

"Exotic beast: Heize. Species: Canine mammal. Bloodline level: Eight. Rank: Four."

That was Heize’s information.

The eighth-level bloodline startled Lin Qiu.

After he became a dragon whale, he understood bloodline rankings.

When he was an orca, his bloodline was at the lowest level, one. Without the system, evolution would be painfully slow, and at best he could reach rank four in a lifetime.

But after gaining the dragon bloodline, his bloodline evolved to level ten—the highest level in existence.

What did an eighth-level bloodline signify?

He could barely imagine it.

On his first mission, he encountered a creature with such advanced blood; it surprised him and piqued his interest.

"In answer to host’s inquiry: the black dog before you has a bloodline that traces back to the wilds of prehistory," the system replied, startling Lin Qiu further.

Prehistory—the era before the universe even played out its dramas.

To think this creature’s bloodline reached so far back made his jaw drop.

The system had once explained:

Among the four civilizations predating the Triassic, the strongest exotic beast bloodlines maxed out at level eight.

Through cultivation, devouring, and evolution, reaching level nine was already the pinnacle.

Level ten bloodlines appeared only in prehistory—in divine beasts like dragons, phoenixes, and qilins.

But in combat, the dragon was unrivaled.

"Are you going to answer me?" Heize watched the two lost in thought, his eyes tinged with dissatisfaction.

A sense of being looked down upon welled up within him.

"Is my whole life destined to be so invisible?" Heize began to doubt himself.

When he hadn’t awakened his intelligence, he wandered in a haze, tormented to the brink by Zhao Xiaobing.

Now, with the ancestral legacy restored, he knew how his clan had once reigned supreme in that distant era.

But why, in his turn, was he so disregarded?

Xu Bing was simply frightened.

Heize looked nothing like a decent person.

Although she possessed combat strength comparable to a second-tier exotic beast, she'd never fought anyone before.