I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 275 Provocation

The moment those words were spoken, everyone present felt as if something exploded in their minds.

It wasn't sound, it wasn't an image, it wasn't any form of information transmission they were familiar with. It was a memory, a memory that had never belonged to them but was forcibly implanted into their minds at this moment—they saw a dark world. There was no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky, only thick, ink-like black clouds slowly rolling.

On the earth, human ancestors huddled in caves, under ruins, and in the shadowy crevices of those enormous creatures, trembling with fear.

Those enormous creatures—no, those were pets, wild pets that hadn't yet been bound by contracts, and that fed on humans. Their bodies blotted out the sky, their roars shattered the earth, and every breath they took carried flames powerful enough to reduce an entire forest to ashes.

Then, they saw a figure.

A thin, barefoot figure with shackles on his wrists.

She rose from the ruins and walked forward step by step toward the colossal structures that could crush her.

The shackles on her wrists emitted a faint glow in the darkness, initially as dim as a firefly, but suddenly bursting forth with a blazing golden light powerful enough to tear through the darkness as she took her tenth step. She raised her hand, and a golden sphere the size of a fist condensed in her palm. The sphere expanded, spun, and compressed continuously in her hand, finally transforming into a golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, blasting the head of the foremost behemoth into fragments.

She turned around and reached out her hand to the humans huddled in the cave.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every human being clearly in the darkness—

"stand up."

"Come with me."

"I'll teach you how to tame these things."

The scene abruptly ended at that moment.

When everyone snapped out of that forcibly implanted memory, they found their eyes were already wet. It wasn't because of emotion or sadness, but a more primal resonance etched deep in their genes.

That is the instinctive reverence that all humanity shares for the hero who ended the dark ages.

You don't even need to think about whether the memory is real or fake; your body has already reacted beforehand.

Xue Youyou also felt that resonance.

When she saw that memory, her heart skipped a beat, her fingertips went slightly numb, and a surge of indescribable heat welled up deep in her throat. It was her body's instinctive reaction, a conditioned reflex of reverence for the word "hero."

But her rationality gave her a cold knock on the door.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the instinctive throbbing in her body, and her eyes regained their composure.

It has a very strong infectious power.

This ability to directly implant information into the brain goes beyond the scope of a "skill" and is more like a direct manipulation of the soul itself. If she didn't have memories of two lifetimes and a soul structure different from ordinary people, she would probably be like everyone else in the room, watching the screen with tears in her eyes, wishing she could immediately kneel down and shout "Long live the Hero King!"

She turned her head and glanced at Meng Yanqing beside her.

Meng Yanqing's eyes were slightly red, and her lips trembled slightly. She was clearly still immersed in the afterglow of that memory and had not yet come back to her senses.

Looking at Lu Yutang, she was even more dramatic. Tears were already sliding down her cheeks, but she was completely unaware of it, just staring blankly at the screen.

Su Wanrou bit her lower lip tightly, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

Cui Yelan was watching the television. Her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, had loosened at some point, and now hung limply at her sides, trembling slightly.

Ning Xiaoman was even more direct. Her mouth opened and closed, silently repeating two words—hero, hero.

Xue Youyou sighed softly in her heart.

This level of infectiousness was so powerful that even the ultimate Beastmaster found it difficult to resist, let alone others.

The Hero King girl seemed to be able to see the reactions of all spirits, and appeared quite satisfied with the effect she had created. She tilted her head slightly, the smile on her lips deepening, and continued speaking.

"Secondly, regarding my abilities—"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a mischievous glint flashing in her dark golden eyes: "Much, much stronger than your one duke and four marquises."

This statement was made so casually, as if it were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

No one questioned it.

Because seeing is believing.

Two of the four marquises and one duke were kneeling at her feet, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their posture so humble as to be almost invisible. Bao Yunxing, Lei Ying, and Meng Tianxiang were nowhere to be found.

What else is there to say?

However, at that moment, the Hero King girl suddenly revealed a wicked smile.

That smile carried a touch of childlike mischief, a hint of predator's mockery, and a cunning that Xue Youyou found strangely familiar.

"Hmph—"

She let out a light nasal sound, then leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on the back of her clasped hands, her posture languid and relaxed.

Even if it's the newly crowned champion of your league—

She blinked.

"They're no match for me either~"

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying an undisguised teasing tone.

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples throughout the room.

Ning Xiaoman was the first to react. Her gaze, as if spring-loaded, snapped towards Xue Youyou.

Next was Su Wanrou.

Then there's Lu Yutang.

Then came Cui Yelan.

Almost simultaneously, everyone's gaze fell upon the girl sitting or lying on the bed in the center of the room.

Although there are five champions, and even six if you include the substitutes, everyone knows who the Hero King Girl was referring to.

There is only one person who can represent the phrase "new champion".

Xue Youyou, who was being stared at by everyone, showed no expression.

She simply turned her head slightly, raised her hand to smooth her bangs, the movement unhurried and even somewhat leisurely. A few stray strands of hair were tucked behind her ear by her slender fingers, revealing her smooth forehead and her eyes, which remained as calm as still water.

No one could read any emotion from her face.

There was no anger, no resentment, no grievance, and none of the embarrassment or panic one would feel when someone calls out one's name in public.

She acted as if she hadn't heard the words at all, or as if she had heard them but didn't care at all. Her nonchalant demeanor left everyone puzzled.

But Meng Yanqing knew.

Meng Yanqing understands Xue Youyou too well.

Xue Youyou's expressionless face meant she was angry.

And this time it felt like he was really angry.