Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

However, the Wind Wolf's eyes revealed a mix of nervousness and fear.

Instinctively, it could sense the deadly threat posed by the human before it. The dense barrier of earth elements emanating from Rhett felt like a mountain weighing down on its fate.

Suddenly, the Wind Wolf lowered its body, whimpered, and slowly moved toward the side of the cave, tail tucked between its legs, as if trying to escape by playing pitiful.

Rhett's eyes showed a hint of surprise—this Wind Wolf was unusually intelligent, far more cunning than an ordinary first-tier Wind Wolf. No wonder the simulator predicted a change in its bloodline.

A cold glint flashed in Rhett's eyes. This only strengthened his resolve not to let the Wind Wolf escape.

He silently recited a few incantations, quickly consuming his mental energy. The earth elements in the air began to stir subtly.

Suddenly, the ground beneath the Wind Wolf shattered, and three long, earth-colored spikes shot up from the ground.

The spikes pierced the Wind Wolf's abdomen, skewering it with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed from the wounds as the Wind Wolf's eyes rolled back, and it let out a final, anguished howl before collapsing in death.

Although it was just a basic earth-element spell, "Earth Spike," it was highly effective, especially on solid ground. The spell's power was both lethal and difficult to anticipate.

When cast by Rhett, a second-tier magician, it was more than enough to take down a swift magical beast like the Wind Wolf in one strike.

Seeing the Wind Wolf fall, a glimmer of satisfaction appeared in Rhett's eyes.

Now, it was almost certain that this was the den of the second-tier mutated Wind Wolf mentioned in the [Text Simulation].

But right now, it was merely a first-tier Wind Wolf—a lifeless corpse.

The next task was obvious.

Excited, Rhett glanced at the Wind Wolf's body, lying just three meters away. Normally, he would immediately proceed with dissecting it, skinning it, removing the bones, and searching for a magic core.

But now, he put these thoughts aside and moved straight to the deeper part of the cave.

Scanning left and right, he meticulously searched every corner, determined not to miss any detail as he hunted for the relic left by the fifth-tier Grand Magus.

The cave's structure wasn't particularly complex.

Mostly, it contained animal bones and some scattered stones.

Finally, after clearing away a pile of rocks and dry grass, Rhett uncovered a small pit, about one square meter in size.

"Found it! This is the spot!" Rhett's eyes lit up.

Since the simulation hadn't mentioned any traps or hidden mechanisms, he assumed there were none.

However, with years of military experience, he remained cautious. Using his mental energy, he probed the ground's structure, ensuring there were no hidden dangers.

Satisfied, he knelt down and began examining the contents.

The first item to catch Rhett's attention was a damaged magic staff. Rhett picked it up and held it in his hands. The staff was covered in cracks, and he could feel the rough texture. The top of the staff was missing its embedded gem—likely a modified magic core.

"This was once a fifth-tier staff, at least. What a pity. Without the magic core and with so many cracks, its value has dropped significantly." Rhett's eyes flashed with regret as he set the staff aside.

With the staff removed, the pit felt noticeably emptier.

In this world, it wasn't like the novels Rhett had read in his past life, where everyone seemed to have a spatial ring.

Here, anything involving spatial magic was considered a rare treasure.

Especially alchemical products that could permanently store items—they were incredibly valuable and prohibitively expensive.

Even a Grand Magus couldn't afford to equip everyone with one, let alone ordinary people.

The pit also contained a few bottles of potions in various colors and a worn book.

Rhett's heart raced as he carefully retrieved the items, though he chose not to inspect the book right away.

Even if the book contained top-tier meditation techniques, it would be useless if he couldn't resolve the White-Headed Eagle Poison in his body.

Trading it with others wasn't a reliable option either—most likely, they'd be tempted by greed and would refuse a fair deal.

In the end, it all came down to a lack of power, connections, and resources.

Right now, the most urgent matter was eliminating the hidden danger in his body as quickly as possible.

There were five potions in total. Rhett frowned as he carefully inspected each one. With his experience, he quickly identified four of them.

Two were Moonlight Potions, which could significantly enhance meditation efficiency and boost mental power—highly beneficial under normal circumstances.

One was a poison called Black Raven's Bane.

Rhett was familiar with it from his time in the military. Black Raven's Bane was a rare strategic resource, often applied to weapons. If it drew blood, the poison would erupt with deadly force.

Any knight below the third tier would die upon contact with it!

Even a fourth-tier Earth Knight wouldn't dare ignore the poison's effects.

However, an Earth Knight's physique was strong enough to suppress Black Raven's Bane temporarily, allowing them to gradually neutralize it with their fighting spirit.

This particular bottle of Black Raven's Bane was half-full—enough to kill dozens of people.

The fourth bottle, strictly speaking, wasn't a potion.

After close examination, Rhett couldn't determine its exact name, but he was sure it was an essence extracted from a high-tier water-element magical beast. It could be tears, saliva, or blood, and it was generally referred to as Water Essence.

This essence contained highly condensed and gentle water elements with extraordinary vitality, reaching at least the sixth tier.

In Rhett's experience, this type of essence was typically used to cultivate magical plants or prepare for special water-element beasts.

Although these items were incredibly valuable—enough to make Rhett cheer at any other time—now, they only deepened his frown. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes as he recalled the Wind Wolf.

The fact that it had evolved into a second-tier mutated beast by next spring suggested it had been influenced by some external factor.

His gaze fell upon the unfamiliar potion, a bottle containing a swirling, earth-colored liquid that emitted a faint glow. He uncorked the bottle and inhaled deeply, detecting a rich aroma and feeling a strange urge.

Could this be a bloodline potion?

A flash of insight crossed Rhett's mind. His hand trembled slightly as disbelief turned to an almost crazed joy.

Staring at the bottle, Rhett muttered, "If anything could cause a creature to mutate, it would most likely be a bloodline potion..."

He hoped it could help him, and even if it couldn't, he had no other choice.

Determined, Rhett tilted his head back and swallowed the potion in one gulp.