Anthony snorted coldly, “The Ural white bear is an extremely proud species. For your first fusion, you’re choosing a gold-ranked creature, skipping several levels—it’s impossible for you to succeed. Don’t kid yourself. Bronze-ranked creatures are what you should be considering as fusion targets.”

Demacia sneered in Owen Clark’s mind, “Relax, with this king here, as long as it’s an ice-type creature, there’s nothing you can’t fuse with.”

Owen Clark steeled his heart and insisted, “I want it. Aren’t we shapers supposed to be domineering? I want to challenge something difficult—who knows, maybe I’ll succeed!”

“Hmph, since you insist, I’ll help you this once. Remember, it’s only this once.”

Anthony shook his head, thinking Owen Clark was far too naive. He himself hadn’t dared to fuse with a gold-ranked creature until he was thirty, and even then he failed twice. He thought Owen Clark was simply ignorant and delusional, insisting on doing something that was clearly impossible. That was just foolishness. Anthony immediately lost interest.

The powerful bloodline of a gold-ranked creature—how could a shaper in the juvenile stage even dream of coveting it?

Anthony slowly stood up, his overwhelming aura erupting outward. The battling Ural white bear and saber-toothed tiger immediately stopped fighting, both pairs of wary eyes turning toward Anthony.

Anthony turned to look at Owen Clark and said calmly, “Watch closely. This is the transformation of the shaper clan.”

A blinding blood-red light suddenly flashed in Anthony’s eyes. Countless blue feathers grew out from under his skin, quickly covering his entire body. His hands elongated and widened, turning into a pair of massive wings covered in icy blue feathers, with a wingspan of at least eight meters. His body grew taller and larger, bursting through his leather armor, and his legs transformed into slender bird legs. The biggest change was in his head—his lips and nose extended and hardened, becoming a hooked beak, his eyes stretched into avian shapes, and his pupils turned into golden vertical slits.

This transformation took only two seconds. Anthony had already become a four-meter-tall giant ice-blue eagle, its feathers shimmering like scales, harder than refined steel. Its tail was made up of seven silver plumes, trailing three or four meters along the ground. A powerful, cold, and domineering aura radiated out, making even the air wail under its might.

A pair of golden eagle eyes stared at the stunned Owen Clark. With a flap of its wings, a fierce gust of wind sent the snow flying. A chunk of ice and snow struck Owen Clark on the head, the cold sensation making Owen Clark realize this was no illusion.

This was the Golden-Eyed Silver Frost Eagle!

In the “Illustrated Guide to Creatures” on the village chief’s bookshelf, the Golden-Eyed Silver Frost Eagle was classified as a formidable amethyst-ranked creature, even capable of challenging small drakes.

“Damn, your transformation is a straight copy of Little De’s!” Owen Clark couldn’t help but complain.

Boom! The massive Golden-Eyed Silver Frost Eagle suddenly spread its wings, standing proudly in the mountains and forests.

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===Chapter 6: My Dream is to Become Hokage===

The saber-toothed tiger’s mangled remains were scattered all over the ground.

Owen Clark rubbed his eyes. Such a powerful beast couldn’t last even ten seconds under Anthony’s storm-like assault.

Anthony quickly reverted to his original form, the feathers retracting into his skin and vanishing without a trace, as if they’d never appeared. His clothes had also disappeared. Calmly, he took out a spare set of clothes and changed, saying, “As a shaper, there are two things you must always have in your luggage: food and clothes.”

Owen Clark didn’t know why, but he had a premonition that he might come to enjoy streaking in the future...

“Transformation is as natural to us as eating or drinking, but it does continuously consume stamina.”

Blue light spots floated up from the remains, condensing in midair into a blue orb. With a shimmer, it solidified into a thumb-sized blue crystal—this was a black iron-ranked soul crystal, the saber-toothed tiger’s soul essence.

Anthony beckoned, collecting the soul crystal.

The Ural white bear suddenly slipped into a hole in the ground with a swish. Anthony curled his lip, “That guy’s scared.”

The two of them jumped down into the hole. It was a dim cave, illuminated by the pale blue glow of the Ural white bear’s icy markings. The ground was stained with birthing blood, and in a corner, cold pine branches were spread out, upon which a half-human-sized bear cub slept soundly. The ice-prayer giant bear stood protectively in front of the cub, growling softly, its ruby-like eyes filled with a pleading look.

Anthony: “Looks like it’s behaving.”

Owen Clark and the Ural white bear stared at each other. “So what do we do now?”

“You have a better option,” Anthony gestured toward the cub. “The cub’s resistance is very weak, so your success rate for devouring will increase. Although the effect is much worse than with an adult, at least you’ll succeed.”

“If I devour it, will the cub die?”

“You have to draw out one-fifth of its blood. Creatures that aren’t strong enough will weaken and die after we devour them. The cub is doomed, but the adult won’t die.”

Owen Clark nodded. “Then I’ll fuse with the adult bear. Don’t harm their lives, and the adult’s effect is better anyway.”

Anthony sneered at his naivety and waved his hand, “Do as you like.”

Owen Clark stared at the Ural white bear. Gradually, a strange stirring rose in his blood, and flashes of unfamiliar images appeared in his mind.

Following his instincts, Owen Clark used a dagger to cut his own arm, letting blood flow. He dipped his finger in the blood and drew a bloody “Abques Fourteen-Pointed Star” on the Ural white bear’s forehead—a complex, high-level magic array formed by overlapping a hexagram, pentagram, and triangle thirteen times.