"Charles!"

An old yet vigorous voice rang out from an ancient manor that was covered in shade, shaking the manor's walls, causing those green and lush mutated mountaineering to sway continuously. In those leaves that were trying their best to blossom, there was a yellowish brown juice flowing in the veins. This was the venom of a mutated mountain-climbing tiger. The defense mechanism in the genes activated when they felt the anger from the voice.

However, after a ...