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After Rebirth, Even Fools Know to Choose Mystical Beasts as Companions Novel Cover

After Rebirth, Even Fools Know to Choose Mystical Beasts as Companions

In her past life, she sacrificed everything, even transforming her own body to help her contracted beast, Underscale, break his shackles and ascend as the legendary Soarnis Dragon. Yet, upon his glorious ascension, he abandoned her for her senior sister. Reborn at the pivotal moment of pact-making, she rejects the ungrateful dragon and chooses a simple White Deer instead. As Underscale panics and demands to know why she cast him aside, she begins a new path of power, romance, and destiny.
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Chapter 2

: Blood Pact with the White Deer

At this moment, the Underscale has eyes and heart only for me.

Not yet noticing the many hostile glances beside him.

"How could a lowly bloodlined Underscale have the bloodline of the Soarnis Dragon?"

"I think he's boasting. The Lurindale Gates above the sky, how could he possibly cross it, being just a wingless grass snake?"

Master has been frowning, and hearing his words, a Shifting Form and Shadow has already arrived in front of the Underscale.

With a flick of his two fingers, the Underscale twists his massive form in pain.

"Indeed, it has a trace of the Soarnis Dragon bloodline. Lily, do you want to reconsider?"

I was about to step forward and speak clearly when the White Deer suddenly nudged me with its antlers.

A Divine Thought immediately entered my mind.

"You've chosen me as your master, yet you want to have ties with other trash, having touched, hugged, and snapped at this absurdity."

My foot froze in mid-air, somewhat surprised that he could transmit thoughts so intimately.

Seeing him looking adorable and sacred, not a violation allowed, who would have thought he was so petty?

"Master, I've already made up my mind. Since I've chosen the White Deer, I won't glance at anyone else."

Upon hearing my resolute rejection, the Underscale soared into the air, about to lash its long tail at my face, alas, Master was controlling him, making him powerless and causing him to fall heavily to the ground with a painful cry.

"Impossible, you will choose me."

I coldly frowned and glanced at his hideous true form.

Seeing his pathetic state, I felt refreshed as suddenly a charming silhouette dashed out from the crowd.

"Master, though this long worm is now just an Underscale, it is genuine and faithful. I am willing to form a contract with him, hoping to assist him in ascending someday."

It's Senior Sister Olivia Lane.

Master shook his head displeased upon hearing this.

"You've already chosen the White Tiger; how can you be fickle?"

The fierce tiger behind let out an angry growl yet was helpless.

Olivia Lane, full of compassion, walked to the Underscale still struggling on the ground.

"Master, I know you're most concerned about Junior Sister, wanting her to have the best Mystical Beast in the world, but if this Underscale truly has the Soarnis Dragon bloodline, why can she have it, but not I?"

Master's face looked somewhat unsightly.

For some reason, he simply felt this sudden appearance of the Underscale seemed dubious.

Many words he hadn't had the chance to speak when Olivia Lane had already taken matters into her own hands, merging with the Underscale in a Blood Covenant.

Watching her so urgently desire the long worm, I laughed inwardly.

Look at how anxious you are.

Since you like it, you can have it all.

In my past life, that Underscale ascended to become a dragon, to be the Dragon King of Heaven and Earth, all because I rescued him and helped him with all my might.

Senior Sister sits back and enjoys the fisherman's profit, eating from the bowl and then cursing the cook.

This time, everything nurtured will start anew. With Senior Sister's understanding and endurance, I really look forward to seeing the world's only Soarnis Dragon ascend.

On the way back, I always rode on the White Deer's back.

He was indeed very docile, tireless and selfless.

When we reached my mansion gate, he even refused to let me down. I slightly angrily patted his antlers.

"Won't let me go home? Do you want to elope with me?"

Upon hearing this, the White Deer raised his head and let out a melodious deer call.

"Now that I drop you, aren't you going back to find that worthless Underscale?"

"Your human race always breaks promises. Since you chose me, how can you covet others?"

"Why do you seem filled with hostility toward that Underscale?"

I smiled teasingly at the White Deer, who arrogantly tilted his head to the side.

"Don't think I don't know your thoughts. You really want to see him transform into a Soarnis Dragon, becoming the Dragon King of Heaven and Earth. But don't speak of his bad fate; even if he has, letting him pass the Dragon Pool, he would be a disgrace to the Dragon heir."

As I heard someone disparaging the former Dragon King of Heaven and Earth in front of me, I instantly beamed with joy.

"Rest assured, since I chose you, I won't look at anyone else. If you're unwilling to form a covenant with me, to be lifelong companions and become Dao partners, you can leave on your own, and I won't blame you, so that I can seek other Mystical Beasts."

Upon hearing my words, he actually poked me with his antlers, nearly knocking me to sit on the ground.

"Indeed, you are still coveting other species. Since you pinpointed me, you're determined to form a covenant with me, how could I be unwilling?"

I smiled sweetly; this White Deer couldn't bear any provocation, truly adorable.

"Then let us make a Blood Covenant."

I took a drop of blood from my brow, indicating for him to also use brow blood to form a covenant with me.

In my past life, there were no excess entanglements between me and the Underscale, even lacking the most fundamental soul bond, merely because he sweet-talked me, claiming his injuries were heavy and not wanting to drag my life down.

At the time, I thought he was sincere towards me and planned to make the covenant only after he ascended, never expecting him to die on the day he ascended.

In this life, I surely will plan ahead and never give anyone another chance to hurt me.

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