HP: Bad Intentions

Amut froze in astonishment.

This fragile creature was talking to itself? How could that be possible?

In Amut's world, only the great god of the underworld, Olysses, possessed the ability to communicate with Amut's kind. No one else. Quickly, Amut glanced around, bewildered. Its hesitation grew into confusion, and then fear, as it processed what was happening.

The seemingly frail creature it had encountered was, in fact, formidable—strong enough to rival Amut. This discovery shook the beast to its core. Its fellow clan members, transported to this strange place alongside it, were now dead. And as Amut surveyed its surroundings, it noticed the group of ferocious, unfamiliar beasts surrounding it, each radiating a power that could potentially tear it apart.

Amut, an obedient follower of Hades, had never experienced fear. Now, for the first time, it tasted its bitter sting.

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Blake leaned casually against Xiaobai, his loyal companion, while tossing the Sword of Emperor Weishan from one hand to the other. The blade was battle-worn, but Blake's confidence remained unshaken.

"You're scared," Blake said, his voice calm yet commanding.

Amut flinched at the sound, staring at Blake in terror.

"Why should you be afraid?" Blake continued, his words cutting deeper than any weapon. "Aren't you the pets of Hades? Death shouldn't scare you. Isn't it simply a return to Olysses' command?"

Amut remained silent, its eyes darting between Blake and the surrounding creatures. Fear paralyzed its movements, but its mind raced.

Blake sighed, his patience wearing thin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Poké Ball.

"I know what you're thinking. You want to run, but it's pointless. Accept your fate."

He threw the Poké Ball with precision. It struck Amut's head with a dull "thud" before clattering to the ground.

Amut was momentarily confused. Was this the creature's attack? It felt no pain. Then, in an instant, Amut's massive body began to shrink.

"Sha!"

The beast let out a cry of terror as it was drawn into the small ball. It tried to resist, but its efforts were futile. The Poké Ball's capture mechanism was flawless—100% effective.

Blake smirked as the ball returned to his hand. He examined its contents, scanning Amut's attributes.

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"This thing is weaker than a juvenile Acromantula," Blake muttered to himself, unimpressed. "No wonder it couldn't put up a proper fight."

But something about Amut piqued his interest. The creature possessed a unique skill—group synergy. The more allies it had, the stronger it became.

"Ah, so that's why it got weaker," Blake realized. "Its strength depends on its companions, and they're all dead now."

He pocketed the ball, his mind already strategizing.

"Weak now, but with biotechnology, I can cultivate a horde of these things. Once I max out its attributes, I can duplicate it. Perfect for dungeon runs."

With that, Blake stored the Sword of Emperor Weishan and summoned his pets back to their respective sanctuaries. Finally, he released Dabao, his sniffer companion.

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Dabao appeared with an excited squeak. It hadn't been out in days and eagerly awaited its next task.

"Go see if there's any treasure left behind," Blake instructed.

"D!" Dabao chirped, thrilled. Treasure hunting was its favorite pastime. It darted off, nose to the ground, in search of valuables.

Meanwhile, Blake waved to Cassandra, signaling that the danger had passed.

He turned his attention back to Amut's remains, meticulously collecting its blood, scales, flesh, hair, and bones. Every part of the magical beast was stuffed into his system warehouse for future use.

"This thing might not be strong, but its parts could have medicinal or alchemical value," Blake mused. "If the materials turn out to be valuable, I'll mass-produce them with biotechnology."

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As Blake examined a vial of Amut's blood under a magnifying glass, Cassandra approached, her green eyes wide with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I was scared to death back there. It looked so dangerous, and yet you charged in without hesitation."

Blake glanced up, a playful grin on his face. "Relax. If I couldn't fight, I'd be the first to run. But when you see me charging, it usually means one thing."

Cassandra tilted her head. "What's that?"

"That the other side is weak. Not attacking in those situations would be foolish."

Cassandra was speechless. To her, those monsters were terrifyingly strong. If she had faced them, she wouldn't have lasted a second.

"Alright, let's rest for a bit before we move on," Blake said, calling his spider mount over.

Fleur sighed softly, observing him.

"This guy is insane," she muttered. "Doesn't he ever feel fear?"

As Cassandra and Fleur settled onto the spider's back, sipping tea to calm their nerves, Dabao returned triumphantly. It held a small, shiny object in its tiny paws and offered it to Blake.

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Blake examined the item—a delicate ring adorned with a small, blue gemstone.

"Well, well," he said, tossing two Galleons to Dabao as a reward.

Dabao's jaw dropped in shock. "Double pay? And real Galleons? The boss finally has a heart!"

Blake chuckled, ignoring Dabao's theatrics. He turned the ring over in his hand.

"It's a storage ring," he noted. "Not bad. But the space is so limited. Only about the size of a schoolbag."

He sighed, disappointed. The ring was practically useless to him since he had a system warehouse. Still, its craftsmanship was exquisite, making it hard to discard.

Blake noticed Cassandra and Fleur stealing glances at the ring.

"Hmm," he thought. "Why not make this interesting?"

He placed the ring on a small table.

"Alright, you two," he announced. "Since you both seem interested, let the ring choose its owner."

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Blake infused the ring with magic, enhancing it with a fragment of power from the Supreme Lord of the Rings. The transformation was subtle but significant. Now, the ring possessed a part of the Supreme Ring's abilities, including boosting its owner's power.

Holding up the newly enhanced ring, Blake declared, "Whoever wears this ring will follow me forever. Think carefully before you claim it."

Cassandra and Fleur exchanged sharp looks, their pride fueling the tension.

"I should have it!" Cassandra argued. "Blake is my friend. Why would he give it to someone else?"

Fleur smirked. "Friendship doesn't mean he owes you. This ring is an apology for what he did to my sister!"

Blake sighed, watching the two women bicker. They weren't fighting for the ring itself anymore; they were vying for something deeper—a sense of connection to him.

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