But even now, Makuru stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the contents of his dream.
The dream contained too much information, some of which was blurry and some of which was clear. Regarding the championship, he only remembered that his hunting team won the championship and the clan chief personally tattooed their faces.
But winning could be entirely due to luck and skill on their side, and the clan chief would give the winning team a tattoo every year.
Makuru comforted himself, and soon it was time for the much-anticipated chieftain, Cike.
As a newly recruited warrior, Makuru received his first "Warrior's Blade".
As the clan chief pierced his left cheek with tiny, sharp blades, his face remained tense and pale.
"Don't get excited, child. I believe you will receive this kind of honor often in the future!"
But the chieftain's words of comfort were clearly misplaced; Makuru was not concerned about those things at all, or rather, he was too preoccupied to care about them for the time being.
He saw the caravans sharpening their knives, ready to bid after the traditional Nivik tribal rituals.
Several huge bonfires were ready in the square, waiting for the bidding to be completed and the trade agreement for the year to be finalized. Then, a bonfire barbecue would be held all night, allowing these caravans to eat the meat of ferocious beasts renowned throughout the continent for free.
Ordinary furs were traded in batches, but exceptional ones were auctioned off piece by piece, a process that lasted for half a day.
During this process, Makuru seemed somewhat dazed and confused, until finally reaching the last piece of fur.
"The last item is the pelt of a robust, silver-white, roaring beast!"
"Chief Feng Yan personally delivered the blow, a steel spear was poured into his left eye, shredding his internal organs, and his hide is now in perfect condition. Who wants it?"
The trade officer of the Nivik tribe, speaking in fairly fluent Common Language, addressed the group of merchants whose eyes were already gleaming with greed.
"I'll offer 500 gold chains!"
A tall, thin merchant called out the price urgently. Of course, "tall and thin" was only relative to the merchants; to Nivi's guests, who were more like beasts than humans, this guy was still just a small man.
"Hiss~"
"You poor bastard, you want Silverfur Roar's hide and bones for 500 gold? Do you even respect the great Nivik warriors? I'll offer 2000 gold!"
A chubby businessman suddenly raised the price fourfold and skillfully flattered the Nivi customer.
Although the price briefly stunned the other caravans present, the Silver-haired Roar's pelt was a rare find. Even if the purchase price was higher, they were confident that they could make several times more money outside. If they presented it to a prince or nobleman of some country, they could secure a bright future and enjoy wealth and luxury.
Therefore, the vast majority of people follow suit, and this piece of clothing has already represented their status for the rest of their lives.
The tensions between the businessmen were escalating.
Makuru watched everything unfold, and as the sense of familiarity deepened, so too did his fear.
Finally, the final stage arrived, leaving only the two most powerful caravans: the one that initially submitted the bid and the two that followed suit.
As a friend, Sa Xin once again paid attention to Makuru, and he couldn't help but feel worried. This guy was really too abnormal.
But at that moment, he suddenly noticed that Makuru's mouth was moving and making faint sounds.
"Alright, alright... How about this, I'll take the fur and you take the fangs and claws, okay?"
If he hadn't been so close, Sa Xin wouldn't have been able to hear the voice clearly. Just as he was about to ask Makuru what nonsense she was spouting, he heard an angry roar from the bidding side.
"Alright, alright! How about this? You take my pelt, and I'll give you your fangs and claws! Is that alright?"
'What? '
Sa Xin was startled and couldn't immediately process what was happening. Then he saw Makuru's mouth open and close blankly again, making the same slightly numb sound as before.
"Bullshit... Why can't I have the fur and you have the fangs and claws? Believe me or not, I'll kick your ass to pieces. No, I won't even give you the claws, I want it all..."
Upon hearing this, Sa Xin surprisingly didn't look at his friend Makuru, but instead, as if possessed, turned to look at the two "short" merchants bidding over there.
Sure enough, it didn't take long.
"Bullshit! Why don't you give me the fangs and claws instead of the fur? Believe me or not, I'll kick your ass to pieces! No! I won't even give you the claws, I want it all!"
Sa Xin suddenly felt a sense of fear.
'What the hell! Has the ancestral spirit appeared? What's going on with Makuru?'
Then came the sounds of tearing and arguing, but these could no longer attract the attention of Makuru and Sashin.
Sa Xin swallowed hard, staring wide-eyed at his partner of over a decade, feeling for the first time how unfamiliar he was.
Makuru seemed to notice something, turned to look at Sashin, her eyes vacant and filled with tears.
"Sa Xin, I saw it... I saw it... It wasn't a dream..."
The sorrow and helplessness, the bewilderment and fear, made it hard for Sa Xin to imagine that this was a Nivik warrior, let alone the fearless Makuru.
He glanced around; his tribesmen were still watching the two groups of merchants arguing, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.
"Makuru... what did you see?"
After asking the question, Sa Xin noticed that Makuru's eyes quickly hardened, and the color of the fur on his exposed chest was changing rapidly.
It was a deeper color than charcoal, and it quickly coalesced into a beast I had never seen before.
This beast has an elegant physique, long limbs, a hooked tail, a round head with triangular pointed ears, and several silver-gray whiskers that curl to the left and right. Its mouth is slightly open, revealing not only a few seemingly slender but chillingly sharp teeth, but also something that seems to be devouring something deep and mysterious.
It gives the impression of a nimble and alert yet terrifying and eerie unknown beast.
A saying circulated among the various kingdoms of the continent: if there is a beast that even the guests of Nivi do not recognize, then it is either fictional or did not exist in this world before.
"Sashin, I see it—destiny!"
"You're right, I should go find the Great Shaman, and I also need to find the clan chief!"
As he spoke, Makuru noticed Saxin's gaze, looked down, and discovered the beast that resembled a totem on his chest. At the same time, he sensed something in that instant.
This is not a simple change in fur color; the beast image has appeared on the entire skin.
'Is this my ally?'
Best almost rolled his eyes. The reality of this world, projected from the dream of time travel, nearly gave him a concussion. Although he was a passenger, he felt completely drained and appeared extremely tired.
It wasn't until Makuru acknowledged the reality of fate that Best fully came to her senses, and then she was filled with lingering fear.
'If this guy keeps refusing to accept reality, my existence might just disappear? Meow meow meow!?'
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