Hate me, Miss Witch!

Apart from Crimson, on the road to becoming its master's favorite pillow, Silver had already become unbeatable.

It was time to take back everything that once belonged to it.

The little white ferret timidly poked its head out, looking at the thoughtful profile of its owner, and its originally beautiful mood instantly became not so beautiful. However—its master said he would name its Legendary Species...

As the first Pet Beast that followed Shiayar since the Ceylon era, Silver had a fresh memory of its master's terrifying naming ability. He was the type who didn't know his own shortcomings; the more incompetent he was, the more he liked to play around. If it hadn't been for its insistence on reason, even threatening to tear down the house, its name wouldn't be "Silver" right now, but "Little White" or "Pretty Fefe." Even though Shiayar adopted the pose of a thinker, Silver really wasn't too confident about the name its master would finally come up with.

"Got it!"

Shiayar's eyes opened and closed, shining brightly. It was as if countless brilliant thoughts and ideas were colliding in his eyes, and in those collisions, they ignited sparks of wisdom.

With a slight thought, a brand-new line of text emerged on the ethereal blue screen—

[Race Name: Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret (Legendary Species)]

Feeling the name transmitted through the Soul Pact, the little white ferret felt utterly dumbfounded in an instant.

"SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK? (Mew mew mew?)"

"Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret, the full name is 'Throne Boundary Breaker. Snowy Plain Ferret'," Shiayar patiently explained to his main pet. "Silver, think about it—"

"I'm currently bearing the title of Godslayer, and it seems my teacher isn't on good terms with those ancient gods. So, we definitely can't take the shortcut of igniting the divine fire and becoming gods through faith; we have to strive towards the Throne."

"The so-called 'Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret'—this name is my earnest expectation of you."

"I hope that after you become a Legendary Species, you don't become arrogant and complacent, but instead strive for continuous improvement."

"Aim to break through the Throne realm boundary and become a Throne Level Pet Beast."

He stroked Silver's small head.

"By the time you break through to Throne Level and possess power comparable to Fabled Creatures and Demigods,"

"You can then conveniently change your race name from 'Throne Boundary Breaker. Snowy Plain Ferret' to 'Deity. Snowy Plain Ferret'."

"With the humble body of a white ferret, standing shoulder to shoulder with Deities, slaying gods..."

"How about it, pretty cool, huh?"

"SQUEAK... SQUEAK SQUEAK~ (Is... that so?)"

Silver squeaked weakly in Shiayar's embrace, its fluffy white tail languidly wrapping around Shiayar's wrist.

It always felt like its master was tricking it, yet it had no evidence.

And Shiayar didn't dwell on this for too long either.

His motto was simple: if it needed a name, he'd give it one, picking whatever came to mind.

What's that? My Pet Beast says the names I pick are more outrageous than the last?

Then I can only say, "Being half a step ahead of the times is genius; being a full step ahead is madness."

With my lofty transmigrator's aesthetics, too advanced for the medieval civilization of the Western Continent, this could well be considered a unique sorrow of a transmigrator, I suppose.

His gaze fell on the undulating black fog and the frost-white skull of the King of Giants in his hands.

Shiayar hadn't forgotten that in the Empire Capital, a certain informant was waiting for his 'polluted express delivery.'

If the Ashes Cult delivered the Sacred Relic but the Empire Capital didn't receive it, that would inevitably arouse their suspicion.

Judging by the way the two parties to the transaction were loudly plotting during the covert meeting, it was obvious they knew each other's real-life identities.

The secret meetings of the Golden Dawn happened only once every few months. If the other party noticed something amiss and communicated through the Main Material Plane to change the grand conspiracy they had previously settled on, it would then be beyond Shiayar's control. He would no longer be able to observe in secret.

A few minutes later, Shiayar once again sensed that ethereal praying voice—completely different from before—rising from some secret coordinates in the Empire Capital on the Main Material Plane.

Shiayar picked up the supreme Sacred Relic of the Ashes Cult, the skull of the King of Giants, which he had 'enhanced'.

Then, he threw it towards those coordinates in the Main Material Plane.

The black fog tumbled, engulfing the skull of the King of Giants.