Heir? What heir? Mine? What does that even mean?" Aion's voice wavered, cracking in the silence.
The sphere pulsed, radiating a silver heartbeat, as if answering him.
"The Origin Pet Shop," the voice intoned, "is not bound to one world . It drifts across the endless tapestry of existence, unchained by time, unseen by most. Any being across the vast cosmos may step within, so long as their will is tied to the beasts and here transaction related to beast and beast master is done . Anything that touched upon a beast's essence, growth, or legacy could be found here.
"But… why me?" Aion asked, almost a whisper.
The sphere dimmed, then flared with a soft, knowing glow.
"The gate you touched is an entrance to a secret realm drifting. so , when you laid your hand upon it, an opportunity was born. The shop seized that moment, its faint spark of power pulling you here. Not the gate's will, but the shop's design. You were chosen—not by chance, but by fate's quiet hand."
What? Teleportation? A gate to secret realm?" Aion's words stumbled out, his voice searching for an anchor.
"You ask too many questions," the voice replied, calm and timeless. "Your talent is the Origin itself. In ancient times, it was called the Origin Bloom—a power so coveted that every beast sought its favor. As for the secret realm it is rich in resources but also with danger.
Aion hesitated. "My talent? It only heals… helps in growth a little. Why call it so grand when it barely does anything?"
The system's voice resounded through the void of the Shop:
"your talent has been liberated. What you once wielded as nascent origin energy is but a fragment. Within the domain of Origin, your ability evolves. You may now refine any absorbed energy into Pure Origin Essence—essence untainted by time or law, capable of healing, nurturing growth, reshaping potential, and sparking evolution."
Aion's breath caught. Reshape potential? Spark evolution?
He clenched his fists, exhilaration thrumming through his blood. "So I wasn't just some unlucky orphan with a healer's scrap of power… this was buried in me all along."
Yet the voice did not let him revel for long.
"Power, Aion, is never granted freely. Each act of refinement that treads beyond your own rank does not come without a toll—it is drawn from your very life's wellspring. The more essence you forge, the deeper your body bends beneath its weight. Walk too far without caution, and your years shall wither before their due.
To temper this burden, you must seek the embrace of rare spirit resources, for only such treasures can mend what is consumed. Remember also—not every beast holds hidden potential. It is your gift that awakens what slumbers, your hand that guides their path of evolution. But with each awakening comes a cost, and with every choice, a measure of your own strength is spent.
Thus, wield this power with wisdom. Aid only where your heart is certain, for recklessness may claim both master and beast.
Aion froze, then let out a crooked laugh. "So even my own gift is blackhearted—bleeding me dry hmm.
Still, he gazed at his palm, where a silver radiance gathered, purer than moonlight, softer than starlight. For the first time, his ability felt not like a burden, but a limitless key waiting to be turned.
Healing, growth, evolution… even destiny itself.
He whispered, voice tinged with awe and determination:
"This power might drain me, but with it… I can rewrite fates."
"Now, you are the master of this shop," the voice continued. "Its former glory lies in your hands, and its future will answer to your command."
Aion blinked, his throat dry. "Owner? Was there… someone before me?"
The sphere pulsed, then dimmed, as if lost in memory. "I do not remember. When you awakened, I stirred as well. Perhaps there was one before, perhaps none… but now, the only one who can hold this place is you. Because in this entire cosmos, only you bear the power of Origin."
Then the light grew brighter, folding around him like a crown.
"To run this shop, to awaken its functions, the Origin within you must be nurtured. Each transaction you make here, each bond you forge, will feed the shop's roots—and in turn, it will grow alongside you. The Origin Shop feeds upon the essence of the host."
Aion's breath caught as lines of silver script bloomed before him:
For every 10 drops of Origin Energy, only 1 Origin Point could be crystallized. The transaction can be done in any form the host want to whether origin points or energy .
Then a transaction column appear
Origin Value of Spirit Herbs & Materials(origin energy: origin points is 10:1)
Rank 1 – 5 origin points
Rank 2 – 10 – 100 origin points
Rank 3 – 100 – 1,000 origin points
Rank 4 – 1,000 – 10,000 origin points
Rank 5 – 10,000 – 100,000 origin points
Rank 6 – 100,000 – 1,000,000 origin points
Rank 7 – 1,000,000 – 3,000,000 origin points
Rank 8 – 3,000,000 – 5,000,000 origin points
Rank 9 – 5,000,000 – 7,000,000 origin points
Rank 10 – 7,000,000 - 10,000,000+ origin points
As an early Elite Tamer, the total reservoir of energy within Aion's body amounted to 10,000 origin energy.Whenever reserves fell short, he could substitute his own energy—but at a grave cost. Doing so would weaken his beast tamer level, and should he exceed that limit…
The voice continue..
"You may absorb the energy essence from beast cores, spirit plants, spirit stones, and any vessel that contains essence, converting them into origin energy. Such energy may be used within the Shop or for your own growth. Normal currency holds no value here." Absorb origin energy and shop will convert it into origin points which can be used by you to access shop function
The voice deepened, resonant with hidden weight:
"When you came into contact with the Shop, your talent advanced. Now you alone may refine essence into Origin Energy. This gift is yours—but remember, every choice bears its price."
The origin pet shop has basic function as it's still level 0
First – Sanctuary of Origin.
Within the bounds of the Shop, no blade, claw, curse, or calamity may touch the host. Here, even fate itself is barred from interference. Step outside, however, and you are once again deliciously mortal.
Second – Evolution Pathway.
With Origin Energy, the Shop reveals the hidden threads of a beast's future. Bloodline awakenings, rare mutations, even overload-tier evolutions—every path is etched here in crystalline clarity. Currently, only up to Elite rank may be glimpsed. For higher tiers, greater offerings—spirit stones, rare cores, or the very marrow of worlds—must be fed into Origin's flame.
Third – Spirit Nurturing Hall.
Within the Shop, time itself bends to Origin's rhythm. Beasts placed here recover tenfold faster, their essence circulates freely, their potential unfurls without backlash. To them, this sanctuary is the cradle of miracles.
Fourth – Origin Archive.
A library of eternity, where every scroll, tablet, and echo of knowledge is sealed. Here, Aion may purchase what lies beyond his current reach—battle skills, healing arts, forbidden methods, and blueprints of beast evolutions whispered only among the greatest tamers. The Archive offers wisdom… at a price steep enough to make paupers of kings.