The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Mo Fang stared at the thick, almost solidified black mist.

The patterns on the eggshell surface seemed to move slowly in the dim firelight, like something alive.

Each undulation of the pattern was accompanied by a dull thud.

That's a heartbeat coming from inside the eggshell.

Mo Fang's fingertips hovered in mid-air, and he could clearly feel a sense of rejection.

This is the natural pressure exerted by higher-ranking beings on lower-ranking beings.

The live stream was silent for about three seconds.

Subsequently, countless bullet comments completely covered the entire screen.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It actually came out!

[A boss-level pet! This is a boss-level pet!]

[Leader-level...is this the highest known tier of pet?]

I think I'm sick. I was upset when the streamer wasn't selling anything, but now that she's actually selling, I'm not happy at all; in fact, I feel even worse.

[Mr. Mo Fang, are you selling this pet egg? If so, name your price!]

[You're dreaming! Do you think Mo Fang is the kind of person who needs your measly trifles?]

[I can't criticize this, I really can't. This streamer must have spent at least a million Source Crystals today; he's really stumbled into this mess.]

[Holy crap! Over a million Source Crystals! I can't even imagine how much that is, I can't even begin to calculate it.]

"How could you not be able to calculate it? You're just afraid to, brother, I understand you."

Mo Fang stared at the barrage of comments flashing wildly on the screen.

He smiled slightly at the comments.

But Lin Mo came to mind.

If it weren't for that person pulling the strings behind the scenes, would this extremely rare ultimate reward really have fallen into his lap?

A sense of secret awe rose in his heart.

He turned to look at the camera, a polite smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like I'll be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."

This sentence brought the sourness in the comments to its peak.

【No way! Ending the stream now? Are you trying to kill me?!】

[If you dare to end the broadcast now, I will never forgive you! You cold-hearted person!]

You're finally able to get a good night's sleep, but I'm afraid I'll be wide awake all night.

[It's not even nine o'clock yet, why is the streamer sleeping so early?]

Exactly, once you're dead, you'll have plenty of time to sleep!

Mo Fang chuckled softly, "Hahaha, just kidding. How could I possibly sleep?"

If he dares to end his broadcast at this time, it's easy to guess that he'll be trending on social media tomorrow.

And they were all condemning him.

[That scared me to death! The streamer is so mischievous!]

[I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again next time!]

Mo Fang smiled and pulled a short dagger from his waist.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across the index finger, and a streak of crimson blood quickly seeped out.

He pressed his finger on the very top of the eggshell.

The moment the blood touched the black patterns, the entire pet egg emitted a greedy sucking sound.

The originally dark red patterns instantly turned into a glaring bright red.

That was a sign that the contract had been reached.

Click.

The faint cracking sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

A small hole had collapsed at the top of the eggshell.

A small paw covered with very short black hair reached out and hooked onto the edge.

Then, the entire egg transformed into countless black specks of light, shrinking towards the center.

A small, entirely black cat appeared in front of the camera.

It is even more slender than an average kitten.

Those purple pupils emitted a faint light in the darkness.

The kitten did not make any sound.

It simply stood there quietly, the tip of its slender tail slightly upturned, with a certain haughty curve.

He swept his gaze around with a disdainful look.

Mo Fang opened the pet's attribute panel.

[Pet: Ghost Cat (Leader Level)]

[Status: Infancy]

Combat Power: 331

The live stream fell into an eerie silence once again.

A newly born pet's combat power directly overwhelms the vast majority of elite players.

Combat power reaches 331 points!

This is a monster!

Mo Fang reached out his hand, and the ghost cat did not flinch.

It gently touched Mo Fang's palm with the tip of its moist nose.

A cool sensation traveled through my entire body along my nerve endings.

Its fur is not warm like that of ordinary animals; instead, it has a metallic texture.

Perhaps because he was just born, the little one is not yet used to his body.

Unable to suppress their sharp edges.

Mo Fang looked at the elegant little creature.

He could feel an unbreakable bond formed between himself and the cat.

The sense of fulfillment that comes from having power in your hands is more real than any words.

He looked up at the world outside the safe zone.

The wasteland under the cover of night is fraught with danger, but at this moment, he felt that those shadows no longer seemed so menacing.

"Since you're a ghost cat and completely black, I'll call you 'Shadow'."

The kitten tilted its head, a hint of liveliness flashing in its purple pupils.

It stretched its body, then leaped and jumped directly onto Mo Fang's shoulder.

The kitten gently patted Mo Fang's shoulder a few times, as if looking for a comfortable spot.

It was so light that you could hardly feel it.

But the black aura surrounding it constantly reminded passersby that it was an extremely dangerous entity.

Mo Fang looked at Ying and picked up a can of pet food he had won in a lottery.

These particles, refined from the flesh and blood of monsters, have a faint, sweet, and slightly fishy smell.

He lifted the sealed metal lid, and the aluminum lid made a crisp sound as it rubbed against the can.

The shadow that had been quietly perched on his shoulder twitched its ears slightly.

Those purple pupils instantly locked onto the brown granule that Mo Fang was holding in his fingertips.

Mo Fang opened his palm and handed the animal feed to Ying.

"Eat up, all of this is yours."

Shadow showed no impatience; it lightly jumped off Mo Fang's shoulder and landed steadily on the ground.

It lowers its head to take a grain of animal feed, making a soft crunching sound as it chews.

As the first beast food entered his stomach, the black aura surrounding Ying became noticeably denser.

The black mist was no longer an ethereal haze, but had become like viscous ink.

Mo Fang continued feeding, his movements neither hurried nor slow.

He could feel that every time Ying swallowed a grain of beast food, the surrounding air would become a little heavier.

That is the biomagnetic field released by a higher life form during its rapid growth period.

The members of the "I Have a Sword" guild, who were standing not far away, subconsciously took a few steps back.

They stared at the kitten eating, the hairs on the back of their necks standing on end.

This feeling isn't like looking at a cute pet, but rather like facing an ancient beast awakening.

One member gripped the steel knife tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

He felt his breathing becoming difficult, as if an invisible pressure was pressing down on his chest.

The live stream chat went silent for a brief moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the constantly changing number on the attribute panel.

Because Mo Fang had enabled attribute sharing, they were able to see the changes in Ying's combat power simultaneously.

Combat Power: 523

Combat Power: 810

Combat Power: 1567

The numbers spiked so fast that they even left a ghosting effect on the screen.