You were being exploited by a ruthless capitalist when you transmigrated into Fantasy Beast Continent, the laid-back pet-catching game you'd played for eight years. You became the NPC in the beginner village who handed out starter packs. Following your memories of the game, your first random draw gave you a "mediocre" little fire snake. In truth, it was the only hidden demigod capable of breaking through level 100, taking human form, and bearing dragon blood. You raised it according to the guide: feed it spicy food, let it bask in the sun, and pat its head whenever it won a fight. Then one day, at the alliance tournament finals, your opponent threatened you, and golden light exploded across the arena around the little fire snake. It broke through level 100, its scales shedding into the outline of a human form. A red-haired boy rode a wave of flames to snatch you from the stands, then lowered his head and bit the old contract mark on your wrist. "Trainer, it's time to update the terms of our contract."
