This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Into the Relic
Kain woke with a start, his body jolting as if pulled from a nightmare. His lungs burned as he gasped for air, trying to get the horrifying sensation of them filling up with gritty sand making him unable to breathe.

The first thing he noticed was the cold—a biting, relentless cold that seeped into his bones and made his teeth chatter. His breath came out in visible puffs, crystallizing in the air before dissipating into the white void around him.

He was lying on a hard, icy surface, his body half-buried in snow. The world around him was a stark, blinding white, the kind of white that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The sky above was a pale, featureless gray, and the ground beneath him was a frozen wasteland, dotted with jagged ice structures that jutted out like broken teeth. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional howl of the wind as it whipped through the icy landscape.

Kain groaned as he pushed himself up, his muscles stiff and uncooperative. His mind was foggy, his thoughts sluggish as he tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing he remembered was the quicksand—the way it had swallowed him whole, dragging him down into the earth with terrifying inevitability. He had expected to die, to be crushed or suffocated by the sand. But instead, he had woken up here, in this frozen wasteland.

“Where… am I?” Kain muttered, his voice hoarse and barely audible over the wind. He shivered violently, his body trembling as the cold seeped deeper into his skin. He needed to get moving, to find shelter or warmth before the cold killed him.

Thankfully, he still had his space ring and the System Laboratory, both of which were stocked with supplies and clothing fit for a variety of conditions.

With a thought, he summoned a thick, insulated coat from his inventory, along with gloves, a scarf, and a pair of sturdy boots. He dressed quickly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons as the cold threatened to numb them. Once he was properly clothed, he felt a little more human, though the cold was still a constant, oppressive presence.

Kain took a moment to assess his surroundings. The environment was unlike anything he had ever seen before. And considering that he’d always lived in more warm climates, it was a huge shock to his system.

The icy formations were massive, some of them towering over him like frozen monoliths. The ground was uneven, covered in a thick layer of snow that crunched under his feet with every step. In the distance, he could see what looked like the ruins of a structure, its jagged outline barely visible through the swirling snow.

“A ruin?” Kain murmured, finding it hard to believe that any civilization had once lived here, but the sight of a potential shelter was a bright spot in this otherwise bleak situation.

He began to make his way toward it, his steps cautious as he navigated the treacherous terrain. The wind howled around him, carrying with it the faint scent of something metallic and sharp. It was an unsettling smell, one that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

As he drew closer to the ruins, Kain began to notice strange details. The ice structures weren’t natural or just ice—they were too uniform, too precise. Some of them resembled pillars or arches, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns that Kain saw as he grew closer to them, and glowed faintly in the dim light.

The ruins themselves were massive, their walls made of a strange, black stone that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The architecture was unlike anything Kain had ever seen, a blend of ancient and futuristic design that spoke of a civilization far more advanced than what one would expect from an extinct civilization.

Kain stepped through a gap in the ruins, his breath catching as he took in the sight before him. The interior was vast, a cavernous space filled with frozen over statues of unidentifiable people or things—time had worn away most of their features.

The walls were lined with strange, mechanical devices, their surfaces covered in runes and symbols that pulsed with a faint, purple light. The air was thick with energy, a hum that resonated deep within Kain’s chest.

“This should be the inside of the relic,” Kain whispered, his voice filled with relief and then confusion. “But what am I supposed to look for?”

But as he ventured deeper into the ruins, the sense of excitement began to give way to unease.

In response he summoned all of his contracts. With the exception of Aegis, they all seemed to be affected by the cold—the worst of which were the Vespids who practically had their speed cut in half and looked noticeably sluggish. However, Kain was much more reassured with their presence and continued exploring.

The air grew colder, the hum of energy more intense. The purple light from the runes seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat, growing brighter with every step he took. And then, he heard it—a low, guttural growl that echoed through the ruins, sending a shiver down his spine.

Kain froze, his hand instinctively reaching for the spear at his side. His eyes scanned the shadows, searching for the source of the sound. The growl came again, closer this time, and Kain’s heart began to race. He could feel it—something was watching him. Stalking him.

And then, it emerged from the shadows.

The creature was unlike anything Kain had ever seen. It was massive, its body a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and machinery. Its skin was a sickly gray, mottled with patches of glowing purple veins that pulsed with an eerie light. Its limbs were long and spindly, ending in razor-sharp claws that scraped against the icy floor as it moved. Its head was a nightmare, a twisted combination of animal and machine, with glowing purple eyes that burned with a malevolent intelligence.

Kain’s breath caught in his throat as the creature turned its gaze on him. Its eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, he felt as though his very soul was being laid bare. The creature let out a deafening roar, its mouth opening to reveal rows of jagged, metallic teeth. And then it lunged.