Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

"Little Gold, you've already eaten three pieces of orange-quality metal today, you can't have any more!" Charles had to say.

His storage space was completely empty of any metal materials, they had all been consumed by Little Gold. This creature's stomach seemed like a bottomless pit, no amount of metal materials was ever enough for it.

"Alright, Master, I'll eat some more tomorrow. I'm going back to fight now." Little Gold said, lowering its head as it slowly returned to the battle.

Mia still perched on Charles's shoulder, staring at him with a pitiful look.

Charles had no way to deal with it. He took out a palm-sized jade gourd from his storage space and opened it, instantly filling the training room with a rich aroma of wine.

Mia, moving at a speed Charles had never seen before, snatched the gourd from his hand.

Even though Charles was prepared, he couldn't react in time!

Dazed, he shook his now-empty right hand, his gaze searching until he finally spotted Mia in a corner.

"This little drunkard, how does a girl like her enjoy drinking so much? And that speed just now was unprecedented, it seems only fine wine can make her go all out." Charles couldn't help but grumble to himself.

When he was with his mystical beasts, he felt completely relaxed, and he found himself doing things he normally wouldn't do outside.

He loved that feeling, as if he were with family.

Thinking of family, Charles suddenly recalled his parents, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

As his strength continued to grow, Charles increasingly felt the dangers of the Beast Master world.

Without sufficient power, he couldn't protect his family properly.

"Since Teacher Ezra has confirmed that my parents are safe, then I should wait a bit longer. If they come with me now, they might encounter a lot of dangers."

This thought was not wrong, the enemies in the future would only grow stronger, and those with cruel methods might target Charles's parents.

What if something really bad happens? Charles wouldn't have time to regret it!

[Ding! Your mystical beast Max Lv. 27 has defeated the lightning demon ape Lv. 25, gaining 30 experience points!]

[Ding! Your mystical beast Max Lv. 27 has grown during combat training, gaining 20 experience points!]

[Ding! Your mystical beast Mia Lv. 23 has defeated the steel warhorse Lv. 22, gaining 30 experience points!]

...

Information notifications continued to appear before him, and as Charles watched his mystical beasts training hard, a sense of pressure rose within him.

What he needed to do now was to earn money and gather the materials necessary for his mystical beasts' promotions, this was what a responsible master should do.

Time passed little by little, and two days later.

In Calivia, Genosha, a serious atmosphere cast a shadow over everyone's faces, revealing an instinctive worry.

The students of Cyber Academy seemed to be infected by the tense situation between Genosha and Kingston, with students bustling about everywhere.

The trial tower and training rooms were completely full, and for the first time, people had to queue.

Only at the entrance to one training room was there no line, because everyone knew Charles would come in to train after finishing his alchemy studies at night.

The students of Genosha Cyber Academy would voluntarily leave this training room before evening, ensuring that no one was waiting in line, simply to save Charles from wasting time.

However, today, even after the sun had set and the moon had risen, there was still no sign of Charles.

One student couldn't help but voice their curiosity, saying slowly:

"Is it possible that Charles is taking a break today?"

"How could that be? Do you know how tight Charles's schedule is every day? I saw him on my way here looking for Teacher Colton to study."

"Then could it be that he's run into some issues with his alchemy studies? That Seven from the Haunted Marsh has been causing a ruckus lately, I can hardly stand it!"

"That shouldn't be the case, right? Wait, do you think it's possible that Charles made a huge leap in alchemy and is becoming a master alchemist today?" someone couldn't help but voice their thoughts.

Instantly, someone replied, "No way! Going from advanced alchemist to master alchemist in just a month? That's impossible for anyone!"

Another person said softly, "Do you really not know if Charles is human? He's a monster!"

Once those words were spoken, all the students fell silent, unable to look away from the training room that still had no one inside.

"Maybe Charles really can do it, after all, he's a monster of Cyber Academy, an all-around monster!" many students thought to themselves.

This seemingly impossible thought was actually unfolding.

Inside Colton's cabin, Charles was meticulously going through various steps on his own. In front of him, a blue potion was slowly congealing, this was his first attempt at crafting a blue-quality miracle drug.

Being able to create a green-quality miracle drug meant one was an intermediate alchemist, while creating a blue-quality miracle drug indicated one was a master alchemist.

A master-level alchemist could produce purple-quality miracle drugs, and with increasing alchemical skills, crafting orange-quality miracle drugs was also possible.

Only master-level alchemists could consistently produce orange-quality miracle drugs, with a very slim chance of creating gold-quality miracle drugs.

The blue potion before Charles already indicated that he was halfway into the realm of master alchemist!

"Take it slow, take it slow, making mistakes on the first try is inevitable, but if I try a few more times today, I should be fine." Charles kept telling himself. What he was crafting now was the most common and simplest blue-quality miracle drug.

While Charles was trying to become a master alchemist, Colton had come alone to the solitary grave in the bamboo forest.

Colton slowly approached the tombstone, crouching down and leaning his entire weight against the smooth, clean gravestone, as if he wanted the cold stone to support his weary body.

"Wan'er, I'm feeling a bit tired. The reason I wanted to become an alchemist in the first place was to avoid all the schemes and struggles of life and death."

"But now, the old grievances have found me again, dragging Charles and all of Genosha into it."

"This is your home, it's also my home, and it's the place where we first met. I don't want to ruin it."

"That kid Charles, the more I see him, the more I like him. If you hadn't left, we might have had a child, who knows, maybe he would have been just as excellent as Charles."

As Colton said this, he suddenly smiled, paused for a moment, and continued:

"To be honest, if he is even half as talented as Charles, I would be very satisfied."

In the tranquil bamboo forest, an old man was recounting recent events, his voice rising and falling, somewhat slow, often punctuated by pauses.

Those pauses were not empty, they were filled with memories of the past!

"I've made up my mind. Charles is still young, he will surely grow into a true powerhouse in the future. His character, his principles, destined him not to become a bad person. He will be a beacon of hope for many."

"I am old now, and it's time for me to do something for Charles."

A pause, a long pause.

The evening breeze grew stronger, rustling the bamboo nearby, the leaves whispering and scratching against each other in the wind.

Colton gently pressed his face against the cold gravestone, listening to the sounds around him, and slowly said:

"Are you supporting me too?"

At that moment, a whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground in front of the grave, swirling up the bamboo leaves that had accumulated on the ground, lifting them into the air, and then gently letting them fall onto Colton's shoulders.

The falling leaves felt like a hug, almost as if someone had gently patted him on the shoulder.

In the next moment, an elderly choked voice broke through,

It was the pain of longing, as well as a sense of release from everything.

When Colton finally gathered his emotions, took a deep breath, and left the solitary grave in the bamboo forest to return to the cabin,

He had just reached the steps of the cabin when one of his feet became frozen in mid-air, motionless.

He stared wide-eyed, fixated on Charles, who was fully engrossed inside the cabin!

What did he see?

A perfect blue potion was slowly taking shape under Charles's careful manipulation, gradually transforming into a real blue-quality miracle drug!

Colton's heart began to race uncontrollably, instinctively blocking out his breath.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of bamboo leaves, all external noises faded away, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat, quickening like the beat of some unknown music.

"Thump! Thump thump! Thump thump thump!..."

The rhythm grew faster, the drumming more urgent, until the moment Charles filled the glass bottle with the blue-quality miracle drug, everything reached its peak!

External sounds returned, and Colton suddenly gasped for air, his whole body losing balance and collapsing to the ground.

He didn't have time to get up, he just lay there, trembling as he pointed at Charles and stammered:

"You, you, you just succeeded? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Hearing Colton's voice at the door, Charles instinctively turned around.

Seeing Colton on the ground, not knowing what was wrong, he quickly tossed aside the freshly crafted blue-quality miracle drug and rushed over to help Colton up.

However, in the next moment, Colton's furious roar blared in his ears:

"Be careful! I haven't even checked the quality of that miracle drug yet! I could die and it wouldn't matter! Just bring that bottle over so I can have a look!"