Family system

When Ashen was teleported away, a woman appeared where she had last been. "Teleportation magic? Over such a long distance?" She questioned as she studied the magic used to take her sister away from her. 'It seems that she was happy with whoever she is going to meet, so let's just kill the dog who dared to harm my little sister.

I turned around and looked at the distant space where the white tiger king fled.

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The scent of failure hung thick in the air. It was stale and repulsive. My lips curled into a sneer as I watched that pathetic excuse for a king limp through the broken remnants of space, bloodied and desperate.

The White Tiger King.

He was once feared and respected, but now he was nothing more than a scarred beast dragging his shattered pride behind him like rotting carcass meat. He was running—not retreating strategically, not regrouping—but fleeing like the spineless dog he truly was.

I could still smell his burnt fur from the wounds my dear little sister left on him. Her strikes had marked him, carved through that cursed hide he wore like armor. That ignited a twisted sense of satisfaction in my chest—but it wasn't enough of a punishment for him.

Not nearly enough.

He dared touch her.

My claws twitched at the thought, dark mana flickering between my fingertips like restless, seething shadows. He'd laid his filthy claws on my sister. Stalked her like prey. Hunted her. Wounded her.

And now... he thought he could run.

Pathetic.

I took a single step forward, and space fractured beneath my feet, crumbling into sharp, jagged shards that disintegrated into the void. The sheer audacity of this wretched animal—this mangy, scar-covered beast clinging to the last vestiges of his former glory—was enough to make me sick.

He was nothing but a failure wrapped in forgotten power. Once a king. Now... nothing.

I twisted my wrist lazily, watching the darkness coil around my arm like a living serpent. His wounds would heal soon. His cursed bloodline was resilient—too resilient. He was a survivor.

But not this time.

I stepped through the broken remnants of reality, my presence rippling outward in silent waves that twisted the very fabric of space. In a blink, I was standing within striking distance before he even realized I was there.

His wide, hate-filled eyes snapped up, locking onto me as his body tensed with recognition—and fear.

"Y-You...?" His voice was drenched in disbelief, confusion—and something far more satisfying.

Terror.

"Did you think you could escape me?" I hissed, letting my voice drip with disgust.

His claws instinctively raised, still coated with faint traces of mana from his last pathetic attack. His arrogance reared its ugly head again as if that pitiful power could save him.

"Stay back, witch!" he snarled, baring his bloody fangs. "This fight isn't over—!"

Before he could finish, my fist struck hard against his jaw, shattering the sound barrier as my dark mana detonated on impact. CRACK!

His colossal body hurtled through the void, smashing into the remnants of a dead moon and reducing them to dust.

I vanished and reappeared directly above him before he even realized he'd been hit. As they sliced downward, my claws glowed with searing black energy, shimmering like molten steel.

"Thorned Bloom."

He barely dodged—if you could even call it that. My claws tore through the moon beneath him, splitting it in half with effortless precision.

He scrambled to his paws, panting, eyes wild with desperation. Gone was the so-called king—the predator, the hunter. All that remained was a wounded beast pretending to be dangerous.

It disgusted me.

"You should have died when you had the chance," I whispered, descending slowly, my black hair flowing like a deadly storm. My crimson eyes burned with cold hatred. "But no... you just had to touch what's mine."

I flicked my wrist, and dark, thorned tendrils of shadowed mana erupted from the void, wrapping around his limbs like constricting vipers. He thrashed, snarling, but the more he fought, the tighter they squeezed, sinking into his fur and tearing into his flesh.

"LET ME GO!" he roared, thrashing madly. "YOU CRAZY—"

His voice cut off when I clenched my hand into a fist, twisting the tendrils with a vicious snap. He howled in agony as his divine aura shattered like broken glass, his precious regenerative powers crushed under my grip.

"Scream louder," I whispered, tilting my head with cold amusement. "Maybe someone will hear you."

His eyes flared with a flicker of defiance—that useless pride still smoldering beneath the surface. He summoned the last remnants of his cursed mana, hurling twin beams of blinding light toward me—desperation made manifest.

"WHITE FANG ANNIHILATION!"

I didn't even blink.

With a snap of my fingers, reality itself split. The beams shattered into harmless mana shards, scattering like broken stars across the empty void.

"You're weaker than I expected," I muttered, stepping forward. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, blood seeping from deep gashes across his body. His limbs trembled under the crushing force of my spell, the chains of dark mana unforgiving.

"No... this can't be..." he rasped, panic overtaking him. His claws scratched helplessly at the dark thorns sinking into his flesh, tearing through muscle and bone.

I lowered myself until my face was mere inches from his. His trembling eyes refused to meet mine—cowardly to the bitter end.

"You're not a king," I hissed. "You're just a pathetic mutt who overstepped his place."

Before he could utter another word, black claws wreathed in burning mana and plunged deep into his chest, ripping through his divine core.

His eyes went wide with sheer horror.

"You thought you were invincible?" I whispered, twisting the claws deeper. "Did you really think I would ever let you live after touching her?"

His breath hitched.

With one final, violent slash, I tore his core free, obliterating every trace of his existence. His body crumbled into ashes, scattered like forgotten dust.

I rose slowly, brushing his blood from my claws with practiced indifference.

"Worthless."

I turned away, leaving the empty void behind, my dark aura slowly fading into the shattered remnants of space.

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Ashen POV

I let myself be teleported and waited to meet my master finally. The power I got from that weird screen is in my mind thanks to her, so I will do anything for her as I am grateful to her for saving me. Soon, I was in another place, and the magic around my body began to vanish.

I tried to move, but it felt more difficult for some reason. I looked around and didn't see anything I could recognize. 'I am close to her.' I felt my master's presence closer and better than ever. I wanted to go and meet her, but something was stopping me from moving.

I looked at my own body and was shocked when I saw how little I was. I was used to the big size of a teenage dragon, but now I was back to the size when I just came out of the egg. I looked around the room again but only saw two other creatures. One was a wolf, and the other was a blackbird.

I thought that both of them looked normal, but that was soon proven wrong when I sensed the strength inside their bodies. They also had divine bloodlines, although not comparable to mine; they were only a bit behind, and that is strange. They were also tiny, and none of us looked older than a few years.

I thought about the possibilities for why they were here, but one of them brought me horror. What if my master has to choose between one of us? While I am the strongest here, that doesn't mean that my master's preferences can't play a part in it. While I was scared about what would happen, I felt a force picking me up and dragging me out of the space.

I didn't fight it and let the force take me wherever it wanted me to go. Soon enough, I felt my body being held by a big pair of hands. I looked around the new environment I was in and saw that I was held by a man. I was confused for a moment because while I could feel that he was the one who brought me here, he wasn't my master.
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That confusion continued until I saw him walking towards someone. I couldn't see what was happening because my body was underdeveloped, but he stopped walking and gave me to someone. My connection was screaming at me, and I was excited. I was finally going to meet my master.

As I was handed over, I was held by soft hands. I saw a beautiful face with tender eyes looking down at me. "What is the name of this angel?" The woman asked the man who had handed me over. "Her name is Ashen. Take good care of him, okay." I saw him tenderly kissing the woman before walking away somewhere else.

"Ashen. What a beautiful name, " the woman said as she looked back down at me. Her touch was warm, and she could hug my whole body. I felt protected and so comfortable that I almost forgot what happened with the white tiger king just a moment ago. That was until my system spoke to me again.

[Congratulations on meeting your master.

Reward for completing your first mission.

Speed growth: Your growth in strength and body is two times faster than normal. But the better your bond is with your master, the faster your body can grow.

Master-servant communication: Your master has to give you a bit of her blood, and you can communicate with each other through a special bond. This bond can transcend time and space, and even if you are in another dimension or era, you can still communicate and protect your master.

Those were all the rewards for now.

Please deepen your bond and complete quests for extra rewards.]