Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"Who do you think will win?" one woman leaned to the side as she asked the man who was seated next to her.

Zaroth wasn't planning to bet as he was too poor for that, but nevertheless felt interested to hear what the rich folks were thinking, so he concentrated his attention on the conversation happening around him.

"It's obvious, actually. Every person that has at least a shred of understanding will know how the match will play out," the man scoffed as he pointed with his finger forward.

"The Nightclaw Panther is an incredible beast. From its name alone, it should be obvious that it is proficient for hunting in the dark. It is a silent hunter that attacks before the prey even registers that there is an aggressor."

Zaroth had to agree with the knowledgeable man. The panther had black fur that could blend into the darkness of the night perfectly. Its yellow eyes were most likely perfect for seeing in the dark, and from its slender but muscular body, it was clear the beast could move with incredible stealth and precision.

'Or in other words, now in the arena where there are countless lights above its head, making it exposed to its opponent, its advantage is gone. Meanwhile, the minotaur...'

"It is a powerful beast, but sadly, in the confines of the arena, it is unable to show its true potential," the man explained to the woman as he pointed his finger to the minotaur.

"Meanwhile, the Gorehorn Minotaur is in the perfect place to show its true strength. It has a clear view of its target, and it's locked with it in a confined space. No matter how deadly the panther is, without the element of surprise, it wouldn't have a chance against the minotaur."

"I see… so that is why we should bet on the minotaur?" the woman asked. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

"Yep, you can go all out. The victory is certain," the man advised.

Even if the knowledgeable man was correct, Zaroth still didn't want to risk it, so he decided to simply stay in his seat and observe the fight.

"Both of these beasts are Rare…" he muttered under his breath, and a second later, both beasts charged at one another.

The minotaur let out a menacing roar as it raised the axe it was carrying in its right hand and brought it down.

When the axe hit the arena floor, Zaroth felt his seat—far from the impact—shake as the shockwave traveled all the way to him

He was impressed. The raw power the minotaur was displaying was something that he definitely needed. No matter the situation, if he was able to command a creature capable of producing so much force, it was bound to be helpful.

Of course, that didn't mean he was unimpressed by the panther as well. Despite the incredible speed with which the minotaur was attacking, the panther was able to dodge the strikes smoothly without any trouble.

The speed the beast was showing was simply incredible. It didn't have much destructive force, as it was probably weaker than Silverfang when it came to raw strength, but the panther made up the difference with speed alone.

Not to mention, thanks to its black fur and the heavy padding on its legs, it was like it was made for assassinations. Which could come in handy if Zaroth had to kill something at night… like the Purifiers, for example.

In short, both of these beasts were incredible, and should he be able to acquire even one of them, his overall strength would increase significantly.

The minotaur seemed to get angrier with each swing that missed its target, so in an attempt to change its approach, it brought its massive head forward, its two sharp horns focused on the panther, and then the minotaur charged with all its might.

The arena seemed to shake with each of its steps.

The panther's eyes widened for a moment, clearly surprised by the sudden burst of speed the minotaur had shown it was capable of, and dodged to the side.

Its reaction time was lightning fast, and yet it seemed to have made a miscalculation. Once the minotaur saw that the panther had dodged to the side, it threw its massive axe at the panther.

Managing to sense the attack in time, the panther twisted its body in an unnatural way, making the axe miss its mark. But sadly, due to its awkward way of bending its body, it didn't give it a chance to dodge the minotaur's kick.

Even from afar, Zaroth was able to hear the panther's ribs break from the pressure as it was sent flying, and a second later, it collided with the wall of the arena.

The panther tried to stand up, but due to the heavy injury it had sustained, it was unable to.

Before it could move, the minotaur was already before it. The beast brought down its leg on the panther's head, killing it immediately.

"And the winner is the Gorehorn Minotaur!" The man entered the arena again, as the collar around the minotaur's neck glowed brightly, forcing it to kneel, unable to move.

Cheers erupted around the arena. It seemed that the rich folks had enjoyed the match immensely.

"You know so much when it comes to beasts! Thank you for sharing the information!" the woman exclaimed. She was most likely happy that she had won the bet.

"This is just a hobby of mine, don't mention it," the knowledgeable man responded.

"Now that the match is over, is there somebody that wishes to buy the Gorehorn Minotaur? The beast not only showed incredible raw strength, but also its ability to use an axe effectively!"

Zaroth tensed his muscles as he leaned forward. He was now going to hear the price for buying the winner of the fight. He had about nine thousand credits, so he hoped he would be able to afford something.

"The bidding shall start with a hundred thousand credits!" the man in the middle of the arena proclaimed.

In that moment, Zaroth couldn't help but curse silently. "Fuck."

It seemed that his money were greatly insufficient.