The voice of Catastrophe Origin echoed like thunder across the core realm:
"Welcome, Hero of Heroes. You chose to aid humankind by eradicating demons, yet they betrayed you. Now you seek my aid."
I bowed my head. "I was wrong. Back then, I had no one who cared for me. I was weak, desperate to earn trust and favor. But it backfired. Now I see clearly. My path lies ahead—with my girlfriends, with the responsibility to protect those who follow them. Please help me, and I will bring glory to your name."
The Origin's tone hardened. "If you come only with companions, you are mistaken. You must be chosen as one of the Catastrophic Heroes."
The Holy Eye whispered, Show your profile panel. Let the core see your potential.
I revealed my panel. The Origin studied it, then spoke:
"You have the seed of succession. To ascend, you must complete tasks suited to your situation. You must submit certificates of catastrophic rank. You already hold Advanced Soldier. Catastrophic points may be exchanged for skill potions—though not for catastrophic skills. And the fourth condition… will be revealed in time."
A magical contract appeared. I signed it. My rank displayed: Advanced Soldier.
The Origin revealed the hierarchy of Catastrophe:
- Catastrophic Hero (strongest)
- Advanced Hero
- Catastrophic Emperor
- Advanced Emperor
- Normal Emperor
- Catastrophic King
- Advanced King
- Normal King
- Catastrophic Warlord
- Advanced Warlord
- Normal Warlord
- Catastrophic Commander
- Advanced Commander
- Normal Commander
- Catastrophic Warrior
- Advanced Warrior
- Normal Warrior
- Catastrophic Soldier
- Advanced Soldier
- Normal Soldier (weakest)
The mission appeared before me:
Mission: Become Catastrophic Soldier
- Kill the malicious Lord of Beast Realm
- Save the Princess of Beast Realm
- Reward: 300 catastrophic coins + Catastrophic Soldier certificate
I had only 300 points—far short of the 1000 needed for skill potions. I saved them, knowing patience was key.
With the All-Realm Key, I opened the door to the Beast Realm. Masks from my Infinite Ring concealed our presence.
We scattered, gathering information. By nightfall, we regrouped.
"There was a competition," Tamara explained. "Held every five years to choose the Beast King. Normally, the Beast King wins with the people's support."
"But this time," Yevna added, "a human challenged—and defeated the Beast King. Now that human rules. The Princess's whereabouts are unknown."
We rented a large inn room, expensive but spacious enough for five. Beds were pushed together. Night fell.
My companions initiated dual cultivation—their pact-bound bodies entwined with mine, leveling faster through intimacy. Even the Dragon Princess joined. For three hours, the room filled with whispers and warmth.
Exhausted, I lay back. This technique drains me… but my Monster King's Beast Instinct skill has leveled up. And they are growing stronger too.
I closed my eyes, knowing tomorrow the hunt for the Beast Lord—and the missing Princess—would begin.
Thus, Dransart steps into the Beast Realm, bound by Catastrophe's contract. His companions grow stronger, his path grows darker, and the mission to slay the Beast Lord and rescue the Princess begins.