Fantasy Family Simulator

The readers of this world have never experienced the immersive nature of web novels. The fantastical imagination, intriguing setups, and endless thrilling moments can be overwhelming for most people, like a dimensional blow. Considering that Coiling Dragon dominated the rankings for many years during the Bronze Age of web novels, Rhett wasn’t surprised by such reactions.

He nodded slightly, adopting a profound expression as he gently stroked Taylors' soft blonde hair and said:

"Taylors, there's no need to be so surprised. What I’ve given you is just a small portion of the beginning. There’s much more exciting content to come."

"Wow, now I’m even more excited!" Taylors' eyes sparkled with anticipation. "By the way, Father, what is this novel called?"

"Coiling Dragon!"

"Coiling Dragon? Why is it called that?"

"You’ll find out as you read on," Rhett replied with a raised eyebrow, almost letting slip the original title.

"Thank you, Father!" Taylors said, satisfied. Then, with a sly grin, he asked, "Do you have any plans to publish this book? I believe that with the quality of this story, it could take the entire nation by storm once it’s released!"

"Hmm, I’ll consider it," Rhett replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"How about I ask the Dalton Auction House in Twilight City to help you with that?" Taylors suggested excitedly.

"No need. I’m well acquainted with President Carlton. If I decide to publish it, I’ll contact him myself," Rhett said, shaking his head.

He then pointed at Taylors and added, "But remember, don’t lose sight of your true goal. Pursuing greatness in alchemy is what truly matters. Writing novels is just a pastime."

Taylors' expression turned serious. "Understood, Father!"

He then muttered, "I’m going to take the book back to my room. This joy must be shared with Mina! I’m sure she’ll go crazy when she reads Coiling Dragon!"

Rhett's expression turned a bit odd. Mina was such a quiet woman, and hearing her described like this by Taylors somewhat shattered his image of her. But then he thought, maybe some people only truly let loose in front of those closest to them…

As Taylors left, a small figure emerged timidly from the alchemy lab—Unica. Clearly a bit fearful in the presence of the lord, she obediently reported:

"Lord Rhett, I’ve finished mastering today’s alchemy knowledge. Now I’m heading to the training ground to practice my new magic!"

"Go ahead, Unica! Believe in yourself. You can definitely become a great water mage!"

"Can I really?" Unica’s cheeks flushed red. She had heard from Macoff that great mages were powerful beings above level seven, and she had never even dreamed of becoming such a person.

Rhett replied with a half-joking, half-serious tone, "How will you know if you don’t try? Anything is possible."

"Mm!"

Unica nodded and jogged off down the corridor.

Rhett watched her leave with a smile, his mind suddenly flashing back to an amusing moment from the castle banquet a few days ago. He thought to himself, "It seems the youngsters in the training ground are all at the age of budding feelings… This is good. Strong unions are more likely to produce talented offspring…" ȓÀＮỒβËȘ

Rhett returned to the fifth floor.

After sitting in the hall for a short while, he noticed Firecrest soaring towards him from the distant sky, its bright red feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

"Chirp!"

Firecrest perched outside the window, chirping softly at Rhett.

Understanding its message, Rhett's eyes lit up in surprise, and he leaped straight out of the window, landing on Firecrest’s back.

"Chirp!" Firecrest called again, flapping its wings and turning westward towards the Rock Fortress.

At the shore of Sun Lake.

Many of the water-dwelling magical beasts had surfaced, splashing water everywhere, and their numbers seemed to have slightly increased compared to last winter.

From his high vantage point, Rhett glanced at a large boulder—the same spot where he had once hidden with his three sons while ambushing the Firewolf and Great Horned Sheep. Now, Tucker was pacing anxiously around the stone, looking extremely worried.

Next to the boulder, Morge, the dark-feathered eagle, was trembling slightly, its wings and claws twitching erratically. It emitted low, pained cries, occasionally letting out whimpers of agony. Its eyes were tightly shut as it repeatedly banged its head against the boulder.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang…"

The repeated impacts sent small fragments of rock scattering around.

"Tucker, is Morge about to break through?" Firecrest swooped down, slowing just before reaching the ground to allow Rhett to dismount smoothly.

Rhett stepped onto the grass and quickly approached Tucker, placing a hand on his shoulder and feigning surprise as he stared at the curled-up Morge.

"Yes, Father. This morning, when I took Morge out for a flight, it seemed agitated. We hadn’t been around Sun Lake for long before it entered this state, as if it’s about to break through!" Tucker replied anxiously.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, Morge flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind as it let out several loud cries. Then, its feathers began to fall off, and soon it was left as a bare-skinned bird!

"What's happening?" Tucker exclaimed, wide-eyed in disbelief at what he was witnessing.

"Don’t worry. Some magical beasts shed their feathers during a breakthrough. Once it’s over, the feathers will quickly regrow." Although Rhett was also surprised, he reassured Tucker, "Let’s remain quiet. It looks like the critical moment has arrived. We shouldn’t disturb it."

Tucker immediately fell silent and even took a step back, afraid of interfering with Morge's breakthrough.

Rhett kept his gaze fixed on Morge while his thoughts wandered to the upcoming visit of the alchemy master from Icecastle in half a year. Creating a breeding ground for the dark-feathered eagles in the Dark Marked Eagle Range would be impossible without a lead eagle. Fortunately, Tucker's tamed Morge had become the only hope.

Without a master-servant contract, breeding magical beasts, especially those other than lower-tier aquatic creatures, was almost impossible. Rhett’s mind expanded on this idea: "It seems this method could be applied not only to dark-feathered eagles but also to Firecrests and Ice Mice. Although their value may not match that of the dark-feathered eagles, which are essential to the alchemy master's needs, it’s still worth trying."

Rhett had heard of magical beast breeding before. In other regions of the Kinlon Kingdom, some ancient noble territories managed to raise certain species by taming their leaders. However, this method had significant limitations—the chosen species couldn’t have too high a bloodline potential, with mid-tier being the maximum. Additionally, the species couldn’t be too intelligent, as even with a leader, they might not obey. More rebellious creatures could even incite uprisings, undoing all efforts.

"Firecrests, with their low-tier bloodline potential, shouldn’t pose much of a problem for breeding. But Ice Mice... rodent-type magical beasts are generally cunning, and with Ice Mice having mid-tier bloodline potential, successful breeding may be a challenge," Rhett mused.

"Chirp!"

Morge, after half an hour of rolling and struggling on the ground, suddenly let out a loud, piercing cry, its voice now much stronger than before, as if filled with newfound power.

Rhett refocused his thoughts and looked down at Morge. Its body, now emitting black mist, had fresh wounds from the continuous tearing and expanding of its skin during the breakthrough. However, the mist helped the wounds heal rapidly.

After a few more minutes, the pained expression on Morge's face disappeared, and its wounds completely healed. Even its feathers had regrown, turning from a light black to a glossy, deep black.

In just three minutes, Morge weakly stood up on the grass, its talons gripping the ground as it proudly lifted its head, its gaze sharp as a blade.

Tucker was overjoyed—Morge was not only safe but had successfully become a mid-tier magical beast! He eagerly examined Morge, noticing that its wingspan now exceeded three meters—plenty of space for comfortable riding!

"Chirp!" Morge called out to Tucker.

"What? You’re hungry?" Tucker asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Tucker, do you have any dark-element plants on you?" Rhett asked.

"Oops! I didn’t bring any." Tucker slapped his forehead in frustration.

Morge, still weak from the breakthrough, urgently needed food to replenish its energy.

"I’ll go back right away... Huh? Father, you have dark-element plants with you!" Tucker's eyes lit up as he saw Rhett pull out a small linen bag from his pocket and shake out several dozen black leaves.

"You…" Rhett pointed at Tucker, shaking his head. "Sometimes I really wonder if you’re truly my son. How come you didn’t inherit even a bit of my foresight?"

"Heh, of course, I’m your real son!" Tucker laughed in response to his father’s teasing.

He then bent down, picked up the leaves, and fed them to Morge, who nuzzled his hand affectionately before taking the leaves.

"Tucker, it’s time to start intensifying Morge's training," Rhett said as he watched Morge eat.

Tucker scratched his head in confusion. "Intensify training? Father, could you be more specific?"

"Strengthen its physique, toughen its willpower, and enhance its spellcasting abilities," Rhett replied without hesitation.

To become the leader of the eagles, Morge needed not only strength but also well-rounded abilities. Now that it had become a mid-tier magical beast, it was time to start serious training!

Unlike humans, magical beasts could advance by maturing based on their bloodline potential. However, intense combat could accelerate their growth. Laziness and hard work led to different rates of progress, and battles between life and death could push their limits to the fullest. This principle applied to both humans and magical beasts.

Rhett had already devised a plan that would help both Morge and Firecrest grow stronger together.

Seeing Tucker's puzzled expression, Rhett clarified, "Since Firecrest and Morge are both mid-tier, eagle-type magical beasts, they’re perfect sparring partners. So, the best method from now on is to have them fight each other."

"But what if something goes wrong, like you mentioned earlier?" Tucker asked, concerned. He had realized that with only one magical pet, he might not have another chance to tame one in the future.

Rhett smiled confidently. "Don’t worry! With me around, nothing will happen! First, when I’m not present, focus on solo spell training. Then, when I’m supervising, let them fight each other. I’ll make sure Firecrest and Morge stay safe!"

"Yeah, with your strength, Father—being a level-five magus—you can definitely handle it!" Tucker's eyes brightened, and he gave a thumbs-up.

Once Morge had regained some of its strength, Tucker took it for a flight around Sun Lake.

Rhett sat alone for a while, enjoying the peace.

Soon, Celine circled the lake again, and upon seeing Rhett sitting alone, she approached him. "Lord Rhett, this morning I observed a mid-tier Frostshell Crab that had just given birth to over a dozen crablings. Look, there they are!" Celine exclaimed as her eyes caught sight of a half-meter-long blue-backed Frostshell Crab near the lake, accompanied by its tiny, light-blue offspring.

Startled by Celine's loud voice, the crab waved its claws defensively, creating ripples as it led its young towards the center of the lake.

Rhett glanced over and saw the scene unfold. He scanned the increasingly populated waters, now teeming with more magical creatures, and smiled with satisfaction.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

Rhett focused most of his energy on magical training. With his cheat ability, training magic provided the best value when not using simulations. Since Rhett had designated the Briarwood as a training ground for Frano and the rangers, he worried that continuing his magic practice there might disturb them. So, he relocated his training area ten kilometers southwest of Sun Lake, to a patch of brown land.

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