Weapon seller in the world of magic

The Snow Wolf King almost growled as he replied. "You primates always try to boast your intelligence, but then again, that's all you have. You depend on these so-called artifacts, blades, arrows, poison, seals, because you are fundamentally weak in nature."

Mark plainly smiled at that. "Yes, we know that. So, let's get back to the matter. Will you speak about where the weapons are held? If you are worried about betrayal, let's form a soul pact oath to make sure we keep our words."

"Pacts? Those silly things you use heaven as witness? Those don't work once you reach the transcendent stage. Don't you know that?"

Silence returned to the floor, only broken by the faint hum of power drifting from the ceiling sigils. Mark's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned inward, speaking to someone who wasn't there.

"Ark, what are our odds of controlling this beast with an AI core?"

*Ding!

The voice of the AI responded calmly in his head. "Implanting an AI core in this subject is possible. Compatibility rate is low: less than thirty percent."

"If I force the override?"

"With a full energy burst, the AI can seize control for a maximum of ten seconds. After that, resistance climbs exponentially."

Mark's lips twitched. "Ten seconds. That would be enough."

He raised his hand slowly. "Creation."

His entire ether reserves were consumed in an instant, and Ark went on creating the AI Core, identical to that of its own, which is embedded in Mark's body, back when the system betrayed him and left. He was revived because of this AI core.

Every last bit of ether, not a single drop spared, poured into the invisible circuitry of Creation. A whisper echoed across the realm as a complex network of golden glyphs coalesced midair, forming a hovering matrix. Inside that matrix, something began to solidify.

In five mere seconds, a Core, a glowing cube with rune-like circuits all over it, pulsed softly in his hand.

Kael'Thar's scarlet eyes widened in raw disbelief. "That… that's Nuwa's ability," he murmured, voice dry with awe and fear. "You… you possess Creation?"

While his ether particles started recovering, Mark looked back at the Wolf. "Sorry, Wolf King, negotiations fail."

Kael'Thar's pupils narrowed. "You…"

Mark didn't answer.

He waited a few more seconds and then raised his other hand.

"Gravity Dome, 100,000 xg, 200 meters

BOOM.

A colossal force slammed downward like an invisible fist.

The platform beneath Kael'Thar cracked and cratered as the beast was flattened to the ground, chains already sapping his strength now amplified by the unbearable pressure.

"Ugh—ngghh… no… way…" Kael'Thar groaned. "You… you shouldn't… have this power… who the hell… are you…?"

Mark floated forward, silent, calm, the glowing AI Core in his hand lighting up his blank expression. He didn't answer.

A minute later, with the beast rendered immobile, the Core pressed against the Snow Wolf King's skull—and sank in.

The effect was instant.

Kael'Thar's eyes rolled back. His massive frame twitched once. Then went still.

A small holographic timer appeared in Mark's vision:

[Override Initiated: 10 seconds]

Dismissing the Gravity Dome, Mark went on to activate another skill: "Beast Taming Skill, Activate."

Golden energy erupted from Mark's palm, forming the Beast Taming skill glyph. A radiant rope of divine light uncoiled and lashed toward the prone beast like a snake of judgment, wrapping around Kael'Thar's soul signature. The rune circle flared, and…

Ding! Beast Contract Established – Target: Kael'Thar, Snow Wolf King

Ding! Title Effect Activated: Absolute Authority.

Mark smiled faintly. "Alright. You can drop the override. Don't want to deep fry yourself."

As if obeying an unheard cue, the light dimmed. The Snow Wolf King blinked once, eyes returning to normal. He slowly lifted his head, groggy, confused.

Then, his instincts kicked in.

A roar tore from his throat as he lunged with a paw as large as a boulder, claws crackling with icy aura. Mark didn't move. He simply stood there, arms folded, looking almost… bored.

The claw stopped an inch away from Mark's head.

Kael'Thar froze mid-strike, breathing raggedly.

"What's… going on…? My body… it won't obey me…"

He growled in confusion and fury, muscles tensing, trying to resist—but something greater had already overridden his instincts. His claw trembled… but could not fall.

"What did you do… you damned primate?"

Mark lazily glanced at the displaying character interface, especially at the titles.

Title: Absolute authority (Currently in use)

Description: When equipped with the title, every living being that formed an equal or a slave contract will be forced to follow the command of the user without any questions. The contracted beings cannot break the contract through any means as long as the title is equipped. Note: Elder Gods (15-circle) are completely immune to this skill, and True Gods (14-circle) can resist the effect.

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The Snow Wolf King snarled, fangs bared, eyes blazing with unfiltered hatred. He tried to stand.

But his knees buckled under invisible pressure. His muscles contracted on their own, and with a low growl of humiliation, his massive body slumped to the ground, sitting on his haunches like a trained hound before its handler.

"Grrrr…"

Mark didn't even turn around.

He gave the order without emotion, as if addressing a console rather than a sentient being.

"Sit."

The beast obeyed. Not by choice—by command due to the Absolute Authority Title, which was basically an invisible purple lotus slavery seal type spell. As long as they were contracted to Mark, they cannot go against him.

If Kael tells him to sit, he will sit. If Kael tells him to jump into the ocean, he will do it. Even if Kael tells him to kill himself, the Snow Wolf King will have no choice but to kill himself.

And in this way, Kael'Thar, the once-feared Frostfang King and a prisoner who didn't bow to the White Lion King's Torture, had now become just another tool in Mark's hands.

"Here's the deal," Mark then said, folding his arms, voice smooth and quiet but edged like a blade. "You want revenge. I want the relics."

"You help me find Sun Wukong's three treasures, Ruyi Jingu Bang, Jin Dou Yun, and the Sealing Gourd."

He paused, then added with deliberate weight: "Once I acquire them, I'll free you. Until then… whether you like it or not, you belong to me."

The wolf's growl deepened into a primal roar.

"YOU FUCKING PRIMATE—! I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS WHEN I'M FREE!"

The ceiling trembled. Winds burst outward from his maw. Ice formed on the tiles. The very bones of the pagoda seemed to groan under the pressure of the ancient beast's fury.

But Mark?

He didn't even flinch. He simply walked away.

But just as he reached the exit archway, Mark stopped briefly. He spoke without looking back. "Whether you believe me now or not, I killed White Lion King with these hands without any assistance. And he destroyed your empire, and you couldn't do anything but become his prisoner. If you have even a little bit of brain in that mutt brain of yours, you will understand the warning when I say, don't push your luck." He waved his hand, a goodbye, "I'll be back soon."

Then, he stepped into the light, vanishing into the staircase toward the Fourth Floor of the Pagoda.

Behind him, the Snow Wolf King shook violently.

Anger… helplessness… humiliation.

"Argh…"

He clawed the floor in frustration.