American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Rating: Beyond perfect!

Apply force with your fingertips.

The bottom of the Dragon's Fury sphere comes into contact with the curved surface of the filling base.

Suwei's breathing rate dropped to a minimum, and his chest cavity barely moved.

The perception of texture reshaping is entirely concentrated on the fingertips of the right index finger and thumb.

The pressure distribution between the sphere and the foam became a real-time updated heat map in my mind.

The pressure on the front contact surface is evenly distributed, without any offset or slippage.

Suwei locked the outward angle at seven degrees.

This angle cannot be estimated by sight; his finger is the ruler.

Texture reshaping translates the curvature of the foam base, the curvature of the sphere, and the limiting protrusions on the inner side of the bone wall into tactile signals.

Three sets of data jumped simultaneously on the fingertips.

The sphere sank into the eye socket millimeter by millimeter.

The greenhouse was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the fluorescent lamp ballast.

The last millimeter.

Suwei applied a very slight rotational force with his thumb, causing the sphere to adjust less than half a degree on its base.

its stuck.

Perfectly fitted.

He loosened his grip and took a half step back.

Right eye complete.

The Dragon's Fury is embedded in the right eye socket of the Bear King's skull; the dark brown sphere reflects a dull, dark light under the cold lamp.

Those dark red, thread-like lines moved slowly inside the glass, radiating outward from the edge of the pupil.

But having only one eye makes it look even stranger.

Half of the face came to life, while the other half remained a skeleton.

Su Wei did not pause.

He turned and walked back to the display stand, taking the second Dragon's Fury from old Hope's velvet pouch.

Hold the ball in your left hand and reach into your left eye socket with your right hand.

The same process, the same angle calibration, the same millimeter-by-millimeter push.

But the foam filling in his left eye socket was something he had personally adjusted nineteen minutes earlier.

Every curve and every pressure point is etched into his tactile memory.

It was one-third faster than the right eye.

One final rotation for fine-tuning.

stuck.

Su Wei released his grip.

Two Dragon's Fury stones were simultaneously embedded in the eye sockets of the Bear King's skull.

He took a step back.

Then they took another step back.

A cold light shone down from directly above, its rays falling on the skull of the bear king's skeleton and being simultaneously captured by its two glass eyeballs.

The dark brown iris burst open the moment the angle of the light changed.

The dark red threads were no longer swimming, but surging outward from the depths of the pupils.

The lines on the left and right eyes are not symmetrical; one is warmer and the other is cooler.

But when they come together, they create a strange resonance.

The fire in both eyes burned into one.

The empty eye sockets disappeared.

Instead, a pair of eyes appeared.

It's not made of glass; it's alive.

Su Wei stood two meters away, meeting those eyes in eye.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

This reaction is uncontrollable; the body makes a judgment before the brain does.

The Kodiak brown bear king, weighing over 600 kilograms, stands upright on its hind legs with its forepaws raised high above its head.

With all ten finger bones spread out, the claw grooves at the ends of each finger are empty, but your brain will automatically fill in the missing claws.

And now, it has eyes.

It's looking at you.

Suwei's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He stood in the constant temperature room for an unknown amount of time, maybe five seconds, maybe fifteen seconds.

Until a heavy breathing sound came from behind me.

Old Hope.

Su Wei turned his head.

The old man had stood up from the folding chair at some point.

His 1.9-meter-tall, hunched back leaned forward, his two rough, large hands resting on his knees, his neck stretched out long.

His gray, cloudy eyes were fixed on the bear king's head.

The lips were moving, but no sound came out.

Suwei had never seen old Hope look like this before.

This old taxidermist, who had been arrogant his whole life, this fanatic who would only criticize a 500-kilogram brown bear skeleton as unqualified, was now frozen in place.

The rise and fall of his chest became increasingly pronounced.

The old bloodstains and grease on the leather apron trembled as it shook.

Su Wei did not speak.

He turned his gaze away from old Hope and back to the Bear King.

Just then.

Golden characters surged in from the edge of his vision, line after line, so fast that Su Wei's eyes couldn't keep up.

[Process assessment complete.]

[The presence of substandard materials (Dragon's Fury Master's Limited Edition Handmade Prosthetic Eye) has been detected, and the quality assessment standard has been raised.]

[The host personally completes the final shaping process: eye socket filling and adjustment (micro-sculpting level) + prosthetic eye angle calibration (7° abduction, 0.3° error) + embedding pressure distribution (99.2% uniformity).]

The golden characters paused for half a second.

Then, when the next line pops up, the font size is one size larger than all the previous content.

[Kotiak Brown Bear King - Complete Skeleton Specimen - Quality Assessment: Above Perfection]

Suwei's breathing paused for a moment.

Beyond perfection.

It's not perfect.

It is beyond perfection.

He knew the system's quality classification by heart.

There are five levels: Common, Good, Excellent, Top Quality, and Perfect, with Perfect being the highest level.

The Deer Antlers were perfect, the Mossy Valley was perfect, and the Tidal Pool was perfect.

But this bear defied the hierarchy framework.

The gold panel continues to refresh.

[Triggering conditions traced back to: Old Hope's Master-level Specimen Skeleton Processing (Perfect Base) + Host's LV2 Texture Reshaping and Refinement (Zero Hollow Areas) + Super-Spec Material Dragon's Fury (Master's Legacy) + Host's Dexterity Passive Bonus. Multiple bonuses stacked, breaking through the quality ceiling.]

[Crafting Module LV2 Experience Gain: +186. Current Progress (473/300) - Overflowing!]

[Process module breakthrough to LV3! (173/800)]

A new panel popped up, but Suwei didn't bother to look at the specific effects of LV3.

The line below immediately captured his attention.

[Crafting Module LV3 Core Effect - Blessing, has been triggered!]

[Blessing type determination in progress————]

The gold characters flashed for three seconds.

[Blessing assessment complete.]

[Silent Fear (Enhanced): This specimen permanently exudes the aura of the brown bear king's former peak territory. Within a 30-meter radius, the aggressive desire of all invasive wild animals decreases by 40%, while their tendency to flee increases by 60%.]

Su Wei could understand this blessing.

Territorial markings by apex predators serve as a natural deterrent to other animals.

But the panel didn't stop.

[Crafting Module LV3 Hidden Effect - Affix Assignment, now triggered!]

Again.

Like the Deer King's Antlers, it has a hidden entry.

Su Wei stared at the panel, waiting for that line of text to appear.

[Unlock exclusive hidden keyword: Silent Roar.]

[Attribute: Psychological Intimidation]

This specimen permanently preserves the Kodiak brown bear king's peak killing intent and domineering oppression during his lifetime. Anyone with malicious intent or an unstable mental state who enters within ten meters of him will suffer a strong psychological impact: palpitations, fear, rapid breathing, and weakness in the limbs will be triggered in sequence.

[Note: This effect is ineffective for those with a strong will or a clear conscience.]

Suwei read the last line of the comment twice.

Harmful intentions, or mental instability.

This criterion is quite interesting.

It doesn't attack indiscriminately; it doesn't startle anyone who gets close.

Only those with malicious intentions, or those who are mentally fragile, will fall victim to this.

In other words, this bear can recognize people.

Su Wei turned off the system panel.

The golden characters faded from view, and the cold white light of the constant temperature room once again filled the entire field of vision.

He turned to look at old Hope.

The old man had already walked to a position less than a meter in front of the bear king's skeleton.

Su Wei didn't know when he had come over.

Old Hope's face was bloodless, not from fear, but from a hollowed-out pallor.

A few strands of gray, messy hair peeked out from the hair tie and fell across her forehead.

Two burnt brown flames were reflected in his gray, cloudy eyes.

That is the wrath of the dragon.

Old Hope raised his right hand.

Rough fingers reached towards the bear king's lower jawbone, stopping less than two centimeters from the bone surface.

He didn't touch it.

The finger hovered in the air for five seconds before being pulled back.

Old Hope turned around.

He looked at Suwei.

Su Wei couldn't decipher that look in his eyes.

His eyes were filled with rare excitement and fervor, but deep down there was also a hint of loneliness.

half an hour.

Old Hope managed to squeeze out a few words.

"You created a monster."

It paused for a moment.

"A perfect monster."

Su Wei did not respond.

Old Hope's eyes suddenly narrowed, then slowly relaxed.

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in calluses and corrosive marks from the chemicals.

"It took me several weeks to work on this skeleton."

Old Hope's voice was even hoarser than usual.

"I have touched every bone with my hands no less than twenty times."

"Degreasing, preservation, fixation, calibration—I did my best in every step of the process."

His thumb rubbed against a thick callus on his index finger.

"But when it's there, it's just a pile of bones."

"Clean, precise, beautiful bones."

"But dead."

Old Hope looked up, his gray, cloudy pupils fixed on Suwei's face.

"You put two glass marbles in there, and it came to life."

Su Wei could sense the weight behind those words.

An old craftsman who had been making specimens for forty years watched as his painstaking work was given its final leap in the hands of another person.

From excellent to perfect.

From inanimate to living.

That person was only twenty-one years old.

Old Hope stared at him for ten seconds.

Then the old man did something that the Soviets never expected.

He smiled.

It wasn't a sneer, nor a mockery; it was a rough laugh that came from deep within the chest.

The bloodstains on his leather apron trembled as he laughed.

"FUCK!"

Old Hope cursed with one word.

"You did it, kid."

"You possess a specimen that everyone would envy."

"A perfect specimen of the King Bear!"

"It will prove your honor, as long as it exists."