The morning air was calm, carrying the faint scent of damp soil and growing life. Ravin moved through his small farm with steady steps, his eyes carefully inspecting each row of crops. The vegetables stood firm, their leaves vibrant and healthy, while the fruits showed steady signs of ripening.
He crouched down, gently touching the soil between his fingers, checking its moisture and texture. Every detail mattered. A small imbalance could ruin days—no, weeks—of effort.
"This one needs more water…" he murmured quietly, adjusting a small channel he had carved earlier.
Time passed as he worked, refining, correcting, improving.
What once felt like labor had become instinct.
When he finally stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead, a quiet satisfaction settled within him.
His farm was no longer fragile.
It was stable.
Alive.
Ravin glanced around one last time before turning toward the cabin. His steps were calm, but his mind was already shifting—away from the soil, toward something deeper.
Knowledge.
He entered the cabin and sat down, pulling the book toward him. The worn pages greeted him like an old companion. Without hesitation, he began turning them, searching, guided by instinct more than intention.
Then—
He stopped.
A page unlike the others.
The air itself felt heavier.
At the top of the page were words written in bold, ancient script:
**"The Seven Beast Lords of the World."**
Ravin's expression hardened slightly.
He leaned forward.
And began to read.
The book described beings far beyond ordinary creatures—entities that ruled over vast territories, commanding entire populations of monsters. These were not mere beasts.
They were forces of nature.
Each one stood at the peak of power within its domain.
Each one capable of destroying kingdoms.
Ravin's grip on the page tightened slightly.
The first entry appeared.
**The Red Dragon.**
King of Dragons.
A creature of overwhelming destruction. Its body was said to burn like living fire, its breath capable of turning entire cities into ash within moments. Wings that could darken the sky, scales harder than any known metal, and a presence that alone could cause lesser creatures to flee in terror.
It was not just powerful.
It was catastrophic.
Ravin exhaled slowly.
"…A being like that…"
He could barely imagine it.
His eyes moved to the next entry.
**The Thunder Wolf.**
A colossal wolf, its body towering beyond natural limits. Its fur was described as pure white, glowing faintly under the light of storms.
But its true power…
Lightning.
It could summon thunder from the skies, calling down bolts of lightning with terrifying precision. Entire battlefields could be reduced to scorched earth in seconds.
Fast.
Relentless.
Deadly.
Ravin felt a slight chill run through him.
Even reading about it was enough to stir unease.
He continued.
**The Dark Roc.**
A massive bird that ruled the skies of darkness. Its wings spread wide like a shadow over the land, and every beat scattered black sparks that burned like corrupted fire.
Anything touched by those flames…
Would not simply burn.
It would be consumed.
Erased.
Its presence turned the sky into a domain of destruction.
Ravin's brows furrowed.
"Flying… and that destructive…"
There would be no escape once it appeared.
The next entry.
**The Horned Lion.**
A beast of pure strength.
Unlike the others, it relied not on elements or distant attacks—but raw, overwhelming force. Its massive body carried unmatched power, and the horn upon its head could shatter mountains, crush armies, and tear through anything that stood in its path.
A king of dominance.
A ruler of land through strength alone.
Ravin could almost feel the ground shaking just imagining it.
He turned the page slightly faster now.
**The Sea Dragon.**
The most ferocious of all creatures.
A ruler of the oceans, its size beyond comprehension, its rage unmatched. Storms followed its movement, waves rose at its command, and entire fleets vanished beneath its wrath.
It did not just destroy.
It devoured.
Everything.
Ravin's expression darkened.
"The ocean itself… is its territory…"
There was nowhere to run.
Then—
The next one.
**The Pegasus.**
Ravin paused.
The description was different.
A massive winged creature, its wings stretching wide across the skies. Unlike the others, it was described as peaceful.
Calm.
Majestic.
But not harmless.
It guarded its territory fiercely, allowing no one to enter.
Its power was control over storms and earthquakes—shaking the land and sky alike if provoked.
A silent guardian.
Not evil.
But absolute.
Ravin's eyes softened slightly.
"…So not all of them are destruction…"
Still—
He knew better than to mistake peace for weakness.
Then—
The final entry.
The page itself felt… different.
Darker.
The ink seemed heavier.
As if even the act of recording it carried weight.
**The Abyss of Ruin.**
Ravin's breath slowed.
There was little written.
No form.
No clear description.
Only warnings.
Its location:
The dark forest of the southeast.
A place where no one returns.
The text was simple.
Cold.
Absolute.
**"Do not approach."**
**"All who enter… perish."**
Even those at the Legendary level.
Dead.
Silence filled the cabin.
Ravin stared at the page, unmoving.
"…Even the strongest…"
A faint tension crept into his chest.
This was not something to challenge.
Not now.
Not ever—
At least, not yet.
He slowly closed the book, his mind heavy with everything he had just learned.
The world… was far larger than he had imagined.
Far more dangerous.
These were not enemies he could face.
Not even close.
But strangely—
Instead of fear alone…
He felt something else.
A spark.
A quiet, burning determination.
"If they exist…" he muttered under his breath.
"Then this world isn't just about surviving."
He looked toward the door of his cabin.
"…It's about reaching that level."
The thought was insane.
Impossible.
And yet—
Ravin stood up slowly.
Because once…
He had been nothing.
And now…
He was already changing.
Step by step.
Day by day.
The Seven Beast Lords were not just threats.
They were proof.
Proof of how high this world's power could reach.
And as Ravin stepped outside once more, the wind brushing past him, his eyes carried a new kind of focus.
Not fear.
Not hesitation.
But a quiet resolve.
One day—
He would stand in a world where even such beings existed…
And not be powerless before them.