Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 121 Deduction: Eating Brothers and Killing Relatives, Prophecy Comes True (Part 1)

[In the fifth year, you spent the entire year killing, from rabbits to boars and deer; wherever you went, only blood and bones remained.]

...

In the eighth year, you encountered a red bear, a great spirit that had been around for a hundred years, possessing immense strength and rich experience. You were no match for it and were severely injured and forced to retreat.

In the ninth year, you, still a boy, hid alone by the poisonous spring, licking your wounds and waiting for your chance.

In the tenth year, having recovered, you set your sights on this red bear.

After several months of continuous observation, you discovered its weaknesses and began to take action.

You've decided to starve it!

Using speed and hunting abilities far exceeding its own, it fortified its surroundings, clearing out all living things and driving them away.

Deprived of food, it eventually starved to death.

You put your plan into action and began the killing.

...

In the thirteenth year, the red bear's size shrank by half.

It was still struggling, and still had the strength to roar.

For three whole years, they could only occasionally snatch some rotting corpses.

It's slower than you, less agile, and has less stamina; it can only follow behind you and get left in the dust.

It was driven mad by hunger.

But not enough.

Every day you hunt a plump prey, devour it in front of you, the blood sizzling and luring it to chase you.

This will deplete its energy!
Unfortunately, it wasn't stupid; after being fooled a few times, it stopped chasing.

I can only watch you eat every day.

It roars, challenging you.

Your lack of response only intensifies your tearing apart of your prey.

Blood was everywhere, the air thick with the stench of blood.

...

In the sixteenth year, the red bear had become skin and bones, but he was still alive.

Having been tormented by hunger for six years, its strength had greatly diminished, and it could barely move steadily.

You did not rush forward to hunt, but instead resolutely carried out the 'starvation' plan.

After six years of driving away and hunting, it is now difficult to find prey on the ground within a radius of hundreds of miles.

You were also affected; your figure has shrunk considerably.

But eating rotten flesh and drinking from poisonous springs are things you experienced from the very beginning of your life.

You adapted very quickly.

Kill it!

We must kill it!

In the seventeenth year, Red Bear was nearing his end.

It lay in the muddy pool and didn't get up for several days.

You stand not far away, coldly watching it, waiting for the moment it breathes its last.

You would tear open its chest, scoop out its heart and liver, and devour its flesh and blood in large chunks.

Seven years!

Seven whole years!

It's finally going to die.

It was stronger than you, yet it ultimately became your prey!
Because you're a bastard!
A unique species among tigers, born to kill!

It curses you and insults your parents.

You wagged your tail and thought it sounded really nice.

It kept cursing and swearing for several days, until it was about to breathe its last—

A group of giant tigers arrived.

They are all bigger, stronger, and better looking than you.

They came in large groups, full of youthful vigor.

This is a group of young tigers.

After they appeared, they swarmed forward without saying a word and killed the red bear.

This is your prey!

hateful!

The young tiger leading the pack was tall, strong, and handsome, with a striking "king" character mark on his forehead.

For some reason, you felt a strong aversion to it the first time you met it.

I really want to...

Bite off its throat and drink its blood!

So, you quietly left while they were sharing the red bear.

Since I've stolen your prey, then I'll become your prey!

You decide.
Hunt them!

In the eighteenth year, you successfully hunted down six young tigers.

Although they are larger and stronger than you, their hunting skills are full of flaws in your eyes.

You've spent eighteen years venturing alone in the wilderness, and you're already a top-notch survival hunting master.

They are merely your prey.

You toy with them, ambush them, evade their traps and ambushes, and follow them like a ghost.

Every time they fight back, every time they struggle, it seems utterly ridiculous to you.

If any of the young tigers can't withstand the pressure and stray from the pack, you will secretly follow them, launch a sneak attack, and severely injure them. Then, you will bite off their limbs, tear open their belly, gnaw on their heart and liver, and finally, amidst their cries of agony, bite off their throat and drink their blood!

These are a bunch of useless trash!
Aside from tasting good, it's completely useless.

They are too young, too well protected by beasts, and do not know what forbearance or patience is, including the young tiger who is the leader.

You always give them a glimmer of hope, only to destroy it completely in the end.

Play with them, torture them, and finally, in their despair, bite their throats.

You are called by them,

Demon Tiger!

In the nineteenth year, you almost wiped out this group of young tigers.

Only one remained, still struggling.

Two years ago, it was full of vigor and led a group of young tigers to steal your prey and bite through the throat of the red bear.

Now, it's been driven almost insane by your unpredictable ambushes and harassment.

You seized an opportunity, bit off its hind leg, and were about to tear open its belly—

A giant tiger appeared.

You've never seen it, but you've heard it.

【you are dead. 】

……

"A giant tiger? The young tiger's parent beast?"

Liu Sheng was drenched in sweat, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

The tiger incarnation may not be the strongest of all the incarnations, but it is certainly the one with the strongest killing intent.

This incarnation was abandoned at birth, suffered a tragic fate, and possessed the most vicious nature, with a bloodthirsty nature.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a unique species among tigers.

Born of the spirit of killing and conquest.

But what about that giant tiger that appeared at the end?

Why is it that "I have never seen it, but I have heard its sound"?
He touched his nose, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly a thought struck him:
"Could it be... a beast parent?"

Before a tiger is born and its eyes are open, it has heard the roars of its parents in the tiger's den.

Perhaps it was in that moment that it was etched into memory.

So, after eighteen years of hardship and struggle, the tiger incarnate gave its life...

Did you return it?

Liu Sheng took a deep breath, his eyes flickered a few times, and he began to deduce the next steps—

[In the fifth year, you spent the entire year killing, from rabbits to boars and deer; wherever you went, only blood and bones remained.]

...

In the seventeenth year, Red Bear was nearing his end.

...

This is a group of young tigers.

After they appeared, they swarmed forward without saying a word and killed the red bear.

This is your prey!

hateful!

But you suppressed the murderous intent in your heart, bowed down, and growled in submission.

At this moment, you are not powerful enough; you are merely a large monster.

You need to understand their background before deciding how to deal with them.

However, these young tigers thought you were easy to bully.

They toy with you, mock you, and then swarm you, biting you to death and devouring you.

Because you are Biao.

[The tiger should be killed!]

【you are dead. 】

……

"...It seems that feigning submission to get close is not going to work."

Liu Sheng took a breath, undeterred, and continued his deduction—

[In the fifth year, you spent the entire year killing, from rabbits to boars and deer; wherever you went, only blood and bones remained.]

...

In the nineteenth year, you almost wiped out this group of young tigers.

Only the young tiger who was leading the pack remained, still struggling.

You deliberately spared its life, secretly followed it, and arrived at its home.

This is a mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with ancient trees reaching the sky, abundant birds and beasts, and plentiful prey.

You are not unfamiliar with this place, because when you first opened your eyes, you were in a crack in the rocks nearby.

Returning to this familiar place, your heart is as still as water, but your eyes are brimming with murderous intent.

At that moment, a giant tiger appeared.

It roared repeatedly, saying that it shouldn't have been soft-hearted and spared your life in the first place.

Spare your life?

But you clearly saved your life from the clutches of God!

What right does it have to say "forgive"?
You roared and pounced.

【you are dead. 】

(End of this chapter)