Looking at the pixie trying to secure her luggage in his mane, Silas was left speechless. Did she also not have an inventory? Silas guessed it might be because one needed to earn Universal Points themselves to unlock the Universal Point Store.

  Even though Silas couldn’t directly see her actions, he could sense what she was doing. The pixie, who was struggling to keep the luggage from falling off, suddenly had an idea. Grasping two strands of Silas’s mane, she tied them to her luggage handle, securing it firmly. Silas’s eyelids twitched slightly in response.

  Buzz.

  The pixie, having finally secured her luggage, fluttered in front of Silas, bowed politely, and began to introduce herself.

  Silas finally learned her name—Nina—and began to understand a bit more about what was going on around him. With Nina as his personal assistant, he could now clear the many doubts that had been plaguing him. Up until this point, Silas had little knowledge about the world he was in and was in a precarious position where he couldn’t risk asking others. But things were different now.

  As Nina spoke, she briefly recounted her tribe’s history, deepening Silas’s understanding of her origins. Silas listened intently as she explained the grandeur of the world around him. His amazement grew, particularly when she elaborated on some of the peculiarities of the place, the nether monsters he’d hunted earlier, and the dungeon he was currently in.

  “Young Lord, dungeons have far more value than you can imagine—especially the dungeon core. Please ensure you secure and safeguard it. Once we reach the marketplace, we can hand it over to a Codex Crafter to create a Grimoire.”

  Silas was puzzled upon hearing the word Grimoire, as he had no idea what it was. Without hesitation, he asked Nina directly. Nina’s eyes widened, and she gave Silas a strange look, thinking he must be a country bumpkin.

  Silas’s eyes twitched as he could practically hear her thoughts. He mumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Looks like you need a bite.”

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  The pixie: “...”

  Realizing her thoughts were seen through, the pixie quickly hid behind Silas’s mane and mumbled softly, “Young Lord, you must have heard wrong. What I meant was that you are not bothered by worldly affairs as you might find these things beneath you.”

  Silas’s mouth twitched. He wanted to rebuke her but gave up. Instead, he said, “Okay, come out. I won’t bite you.”

  Peeking out from the mane, she asked, “Promise?”

  Silas: "...Yes."

  The pixie fluttered her tiny wings and came in front of him. “Young Lord, it’s like this… Grimoires are books that help lords store their armies and contracted beasts. Grimoires have a world of their own because they are forged using dungeon cores. Essentially, once you clear a dungeon and take its core, the dungeon disappears and is stored inside the dungeon core. Each dungeon core contains a small world within it.”

  Silas’s eyes sparkled as he heard about the possibility of having contracted beasts and an army of his own. The idea of Grimoires amazed him, as he had never heard of such things back in the human world. Grimoires seemed to lift the storage restriction for summoners, allowing them to tame and store beasts.

  However, Silas shook his head inwardly. He recalled that beast taming was an innate ability, a rare profession. Only people born with a beast-taming space in their consciousness could tame and summon beasts. This ability manifested during the awakening process, when people became hunters. Silas had not gained a beast-taming space when he awakened as a hunter, so he had given up on the idea.

  Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Silas scanned his body. His mouth fell open in shock as he discovered a mysterious space within his sea of consciousness. His thoughts raced. If everything about him had been synchronized between his human and beast forms, could it mean the beast-taming space had also been synchronized?

  A new door of possibility opened in Silas’s mind. Beast taming was one of the rarest professions. Even among the hunters, who were themselves rare (only 15% of the population), less than 5% were beast tamers.

  Multiple pairs of hands are stronger than one, Silas thought. By this logic, his power would increase exponentially.

  But beast tamers had limitations. The beast-taming space was not unlimited; it could only hold a limited number of beasts. Starting from the Iron Rank, a tamer could hold one beast, and with each rank increase, they could add another. Additionally, taming a beast more than one level above their rank carried risks. The contract could break, causing a backlash, and in some cases, the summoner could even die.

  Even with such drawbacks, beast tamers stood as a pinnacle force. By nature, beasts were much stronger than humans of the same level. If a tamer managed to secure a rare beast with unique abilities...