On the first day I traveled to the wilderness, I picked up a down-and-out lion king who could only say "go away".
The tribesmen called him a waste, but I saw - when he was protecting me from the wolf, even the tips of his claws were shaking, but he didn't take a step back.
So I started to "raise" him.
He used the "First Aid Manual" to sew up the scars all over his body, and used the "Agricultural Illustrated Book" to plant the first wheat seedling in his palm.
He tore apart wolves for me, made pottery for my clumsiness, and even lowered his head to take in stray orcs - just because I said, "They are like you before."
The tribe gradually formed, but the old tribe came to the city with swords and soldiers.
In the firelight, he protected me tightly behind him, his blood-stained golden mane grinning:
"Don't be afraid."
"My life has long been yours."
But when he blew up the beast's core to save me and turned into a mortal beast, unable to transform again——
I stroked the old and new scars on his face: bitten by ice bears in the cold pool, scratched by poison ivy, burned by fierce fire...
He almost gave away everything he had.
I clenched those hands covered with calluses and scars and never let go.
Turn around and push open the bookstore door that followed me through time.
As the pages of the book were turning, a thought popped up——
Since knowledge can save him, farm, and build a tribe...
It will definitely be possible to change your fate against the will of heaven.
