My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

The creek's water glistened amidst the countless reflections coming from the sun rays.

At the top of a tree branch overlooking the creek, Lucas froze in spot as he saw numerous beasts loitering around the edges of the creek.

Counting them briefly, Lucas realized that there were more than ten of them in his line of sight alone.

Each one of them was unique, with varying sizes and types.

Gazing at each other, they were vigilant but seemed to be 'tiptoeing', as if afraid of even making the slightest sound. Huge or small, all of them seemed to be in agreement not to make the slightest sound.

While they were trying to keep a look at each other, it did not stop them from going over the creek and having a drink of the gushing water.

Beasts may be of the same race or kind, but it does not stop them from preying on each other. The only way for them to grow stronger was by consuming other beasts, humans, learning new skills, or waiting for their bodies to accumulate through the ages, ranking up automatically.

Strangely enough, in this creek, none of them tried to attack each other.

A small rabbit beast was even beside a threatening tiger beast; as if unaware of the danger, the rabbit drank to its heart's content, not minding the tiger beside it that was also drinking its fill of water.

After the rabbit felt satisfied, it looked around vigilantly as it began to retreat away from the creek very slowly. It was only when it arrived dozens of meters away from the creek and away from the other beasts that it dared to bolt out, as if afraid of its dear life.

The tiger beast, though looking threatening and menacing, was also showing an equal bout of caution towards the others. Like the rabbit, it stared at the other beasts vigilantly while retreating away from the creek. When it thought that the distance was enough, it also bolted out, not daring to stay in the area any longer.

The same scene repeated multiple times.

Once a beast retreats, a new one would emerge from out of nowhere, cautiously approach the creek, drink some water, and then retreat without causing any trouble.

Big and small, none of them showed any signs of wanting to fight or consume each other.

It was as if they had decided that this morning, all they wanted was to drink water and do nothing else.

So just so they could drink the water, they seemed to have decided to make some kind of truce.

Away from it, though, Lucas guessed that they would return to their ferocious nature.

Being a prey and a predator, none mattered in the creek.

Hiding at the top of the branch, Lucas felt as if his life was hanging by a thread. His body grew numb from staying still for too long, not daring to make the slightest movements aside from his wandering eyes, afraid that he would be discovered by the numerous beasts that came to and fro to drink water in the creek.

The scene lasted for almost two hours. During that period, Lucas did not dare to move an inch. It was to the point that his foot had already felt sharp paresthesia in his legs, like pins and needles.

What was even worse was that he did not dare to stretch it out to let blood flow toward it once again.

It was only when the last beast from his line of sight left that Lucas finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The scene he saw earlier was nothing short but amazing, and at the same time horrifying.

To think that beasts withhold their bloodlust and not attack each other as long as they could drink water was a sight to behold.

If the academics back in the city and all over the world learned of this, they would surely rush toward this area and investigate the full cause of such an event.

This was nothing normal, as even intelligent beasts could still be seen fighting with each other.

Regarding that, Lucas guessed that for them to act that way, the only reason was because of the creek, or more precisely, the creek's water was somewhat special.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After all, they would not act that way if the water was just a normal one.

Lucas could tell earlier that the beasts seemed to be just a few centimeters short of wanting to praise and worship the water.

Or maybe they did already?

Recalling that he had drank, and even bathed in the water before, though, Lucas could not help but scowl.

What kind of effect it would have on him, Lucas did not know yet.

Glancing around and confirming that there were no more beasts that lingered in the area, he summoned Spot and asked, "Spot, you drank the water yesterday as well; do you think it's somewhat dange... I mean, special?"

Not comprehending what he was trying to say, Spot merely tilted his head to one side.

As if feeling that Lucas was a little upset, his eyes glowed gently as he stared directly at Lucas' eyes, trying to soothe his mind.

Shaking his head with a smile, Lucas climbed down the tree carefully along with Spot.

Knowing Spot, he knew that he would not do anything that would harm himself, and especially him.

The only reason he could think of was that Spot was also not aware of the water's specialness.

As he climbed down, Lucas could not help but notice something different.

The clothes he wore had already dried down long last night. As he landed on the ground, Lucas decided to check and determine what the difference was that he somehow noticed.

After a while, Lucas looked at his wounds in delight.

"They are already healing?"

The scabs on his abrasions had already started to fall off. White marks and scars could be seen from the healed wounds. Although they had not fully healed yet, at least they were already on the verge of doing so.

He checked the deeper wounds and realized that they were somehow the same. The wounds that he had expected to heal a few days later, or even a week later, had already shown signs of being fully healed.

The wound on his back that came from the Shadow Lynx was no longer aching. Although he could still feel some stretch in there while moving around, the stretch was no longer painful, and he could now move around comfortably without feeling the pain he was still feeling yesterday.

Lucas was surprised by this development.

'Was it due to the high-ranking meat I have been consuming?'

This thought arose inside his mind. However, he knew that the meat of the beasts he had eaten so far was not that miraculous.

As a summoner, and after being feedback by the grimoire after ranking up, his body had grown stronger and could heal on its own more quickly compared to mundane bodies. However, he knew for himself that the effect was not this amazing and immediate.

Eliminating those possibilities, Lucas was only left with one variable.

His head turned to the side; there, the creek full of beasts just earlier was now left empty. The sound of gushing water reached his ears.

It appeared normal.

Recalling how the beasts restricted themselves just to drink the water peacefully, Lucas could not think of any other reason why his wounds had started to heal swiftly.

At this moment, Spot walked toward the creek and drank mouthfuls of water without hesitation.

Lucas was about to stop him, but he decided to let him be, recalling that nothing seemed to be wrong with drinking it.

However, nothing happening now does not mean that nothing will happen in the future.

Who knows if the bad effect was not immediate?

Recalling how the beasts came here and were only short on worshiping the water, Lucas felt afraid that it might contain some unknown dire effects if consumed repeatedly.

'Sigh! Nothing is safe in the wilderness!' He thought.

To live here, one must always maintain a cautious attitude toward everything.

The fruit tree had turned out to be a beast, and then the water he desperately needed also turned out to be not normal.

Nothing was safe.

Who knew if the rock he was stepping on turns out to be a beast as well?

Thinking of that, Lucas shivered and hurriedly looked down on what he was stepping on.

Fortunately, it was really just a normal rock.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lucas allowed Spot to drink more until he was satisfied.

Lucas did not try to drink the water anymore, afraid of the consequences it would bring. Though if left with no choice, he might still do it in the end.

He then collected the bag of meat that he kept hidden in a separate spot—in case the smells attract a beast—before they began their journey to the west once more.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the creek upstream had curved toward the west.

Knowing that the water was special and important, he decided to travel along with it. He kept a distance of a few meters from it, though.

From what he inferred, the beasts seemed to be avoiding the creek for the time being, unlike the scene earlier in the morning.

Lucas guessed that, just like how they appeared to be tamed and civilized in the creek, they might have also agreed to just come here every morning. For that, he must wait till tomorrow morning to confirm.

Just like that, noon came in the blink of an eye.

For the entire duration, they had not encountered any beasts or even a shadow of them while traveling along the creek.

The sun was high up in the air, and Lucas was sweating profusely from the heat, so he decided to take some rest. At the same time, Lucas found an empty spot and laid the meat strips once to bask them in the searing sun.

Having nothing to do, Lucas decided to check the contents of his bag.

And then he discovered something astonishing.