His father was a powerful spirit summoner, but he died mysteriously overnight, leaving only a fantasy beast egg covered with ancient patterns.
On the night when he was eight years old, Chen Mo quietly woke up in the middle of the night that no one knew about.
Four years later, the eggshell burst, and a small silver-clawed beast emerged from the shell. The whole audience burst into laughter: Is a slave-level rat worthy of being a fantasy beast?
Chen was silent. Only he himself knew what was hidden in the body of this phantom beast.
From the slums to the top of China, from the weakest fantasy beast to the legend that crushes the void. Some people rely on family background, some rely on resources, but Chen Mo relies on the little guy in his arms who is looked down upon by the whole world, and a promise engraved in his bones.
When the beast tide presses the realm and the void descends, everyone is retreating.
Only he, swimming against the current.
