"Roar!!!"
A sky-shattering Tiger's Roar echoed in the wild, ancient mountain range. It was not hard to discern a hint of weariness within the Tiger's Roar, and… a deep joy.
This was an enormous mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. All around, tall ancient trees were everywhere, each soaring into the sky with dense branches and leaves that blocked out the sunlight above. Birds of all sizes perched on the treetops, chirping with crisp, pleasant calls. Every scene was much like a primeval forest that no human had ever set foot in.
In the forest, beasts gathered, all adhering to the Law of the jungle, surviving generation after generation.
From ancient times, people had called this place the Tiger Hill Mountain Range.
When the Tiger's Roar sounded, the innate King of Beasts aura it carried, along with its strong deterrent presence, immediately sent all the birds and beasts within a hundred-mile radius fleeing in terror. This was their intrinsic fear of the King of Beasts.
Now, look at the source of the Tiger's Roar.
It was at the foot of a mountain, where a naturally formed cave existed. The entrance was concealed by dense weeds, hiding its presence. If one wasn't careful, few would discover a cave behind the weeds. From this, it seemed to be quite secluded.
Now, look inside the cave—
The cave was not deep, only about ten meters. The entrance was small, but the interior was spacious, like a meeting hall covering over ten square meters. At the far end of the cave, a white tiger with few markings on its body lay. This tiger was quite large, nearly two meters long, and on its forehead was a 'King' character formed by stripes. It exuded an awe-inspiring presence, the aura of a King of Beasts, which only a King of Beasts would possess.
The Tiger's Roar just now had come from its mouth. After the Tiger's Roar, this white tiger turned its head to look beneath itself, its tiger eyes revealing a human-like maternal love.
"Roar! Roar!!!"
"Pat-a, Pat-a!!!"
Beneath her were three newborn tiger cubs, their eyes not yet open. These young tigers were like newborn puppies, making 'ao ao' sounds, their four small legs flailing about. They nuzzled against the white tiger's abdomen, opening their small mouths, and instinctively began to suckle.
It turned out this was a female tiger who had just given birth to cubs.
Of the three tiger cubs, one was a Little White Tiger, just like its mother, with few markings and a pure white coat. One was a striped cub with tiger patterns on its body. The last one was entirely black, with only a small purple 'King' character formed by a stripe on its forehead, a black tiger.
The other two young tigers were sprawled beneath the white tiger, suckling milk. But strangely, the black tiger was somewhat different; its eyes were actually open, and within them, a mysterious array of rich colors was displayed.
Pain… indifference… surprise… and a hint of bewilderment.
No one would have expected such rich emotions to be present in the eyes of a newborn tiger cub, not at all like the gaze of a creature just born.
"Why? Why am I not dead? Why have I become a tiger? Could it be that all of this is heaven playing a trick on me?" Di Shitian cried out in confusion in his heart. He didn't understand why he hadn't died after being shot directly through the heart. And even if he hadn't died, what he found most unacceptable was that he had become a newborn tiger cub.
Such a thing, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed it, and he certainly couldn't accept that he had transformed from a human into a beast. Even if this body was that of a King of Beasts.
Looking at the majestic white tiger in front of him and the two small tiger cubs, no, he should now call them his two brothers, who were eagerly suckling milk, a desolate feeling welled up in his heart.
He, Di Shitian, had been designated as the next heir of the Di Family, one of the four great noble Families of Huaxia, from birth. He was showered with affection, a destined favored son of heaven.
And he did not disappoint; he was born with the talent of photographic memory, quick to learn anything, especially in business, where he possessed unparalleled ability. At fourteen, he left his Family with only ten thousand RMB as capital and ventured into the stock market for a year. When he left, his capital had reached tens of millions. At fifteen, he founded his first company. With keen insight, he delved into a series of internet industries. In three years, he amassed billions in assets.
At eighteen, his companies had expanded into various industries: real estate, catering, clothing, film and television, and all areas where money could be made. The vastness of his industrial group and the immense wealth he possessed were immeasurable. He received countless attention from his Family, and inheriting the position of Family Head was practically a certainty.
Unfortunately, when Di Shitian was born, his mother passed away due to a weakened Physique after childbirth before he was even one year old. Three years later, his father remarried Nangong Xin from the Nangong Family, also one of the four great Families, and the following year, she gave birth to a younger brother for Di Shitian.
There had always been a rule in noble Families to pass on to the eldest, not the youngest. As the eldest son, if there were no accidents, the position of Family Head would definitely fall to Di Shitian.
If Nangong Xin hadn't given birth to a son, everything would have been fine. But now that she had also given birth to a boy, the struggle for succession had emerged without any reason.
"Nangong Xin, Di Qingtian, how could I have treated you both like my own mother and brother, valuing our kinship, only for you to repay me like this?" Di Shitian's eyes were filled with desolation and indifference. His heart, which had always struggled in the business world, had witnessed the snobbish faces of society, various intrigues, and the coldness of human nature. However, business was business; he didn't want to become like other businessmen who only saw profit. People who would abandon everything for profit.
Therefore, he had always retained a trace of warmth, a touch of kinship, deep in his heart, hoping to feel the warmth of Family when he was tired outside.
However, he was wrong. In the face of profit, kinship was so fragile.
"Roar!!"
Just as Di Shitian was lost in painful memories, White Tiger Mama saw that the Little Black Tiger was alone and hadn't come to suckle. She let out a low growl, stretched her head over, opened her tiger mouth, and carefully picked up the weak Di Shitian, placing him beneath her.
"Big brother, you were born first, so don't be naughty. Hurry and drink your milk, grow up, and become strong."
White Tiger Mama roared. To human ears, it was a Tiger's Roar, but to Di Shitian's ears, it transformed into a sentence, and he could understand it completely.
"Eh!! How can I understand animal language?" Di Shitian was stunned by the words in his ears, but he immediately understood, his heart bitter: "Humans have language, and beasts naturally do too. Before, I was human and couldn't understand; now that I've become a tiger, it's naturally effortless to understand."
He looked up at White Tiger Mama, who was watching him, and from her eyes, he clearly saw a strong maternal love. This made a chord in Di Shitian's originally cold heart seem to suddenly vibrate.
He turned his head, opened his tiger mouth, latched onto a nipple, and gently began to suckle milk. The white tiger was robust, and her milk was quite abundant. With a gentle suck, sweet milk immediately entered his mouth and was swallowed into his stomach. A faint warmth circulated through his body, making him feel very comfortable. Soon after, his eyes naturally closed, and he fell asleep beneath White Tiger Mama.
Among tiger species, white tigers are rare, and similarly, black tigers are also extremely rare. In the jungle, they are often hard to spot, but such tigers are all natural anomalies, with inherent potential far greater than other tigers. If an adult striped tiger were to contend with a white tiger or a black tiger, there would be a ninety percent chance of the latter winning.
Di Shitian, who had some understanding of animals, finally accepted the fact that he had become a tiger after three full months in the cave.
"Roar!!!"
On a small hill next to the cave, an entirely black tiger let out a sky-shattering roar. The black tiger was not large; in three months, thanks to the abundant milk, it had grown to the size of an adult wild wolf. Although its Tiger's Roar still carried a hint of childishness, the aura of a King of Beasts had already begun to take shape.
Hearing the Tiger's Roar, many birds in the vicinity flapped their wings and flew away in alarm.
Whoosh!!!
A gentle breeze blew, and the black tiger's fur swayed in waves. The purple 'King' character on the black tiger's forehead deepened even further. However, its two eyes were filled with an indifference, an aura of looking down on all living beings, bursting forth.
"Humans are inferior to beasts; why should I care about becoming a beast? As a beast, I will also be King." Di Shitian coldly surveyed the scene before him, watching the birds constantly flying away in alarm. A sense of arrogance continuously resonated within his body.
"Roar!!"
At this moment, down the mountain, an even more domineering Tiger's Roar sounded. Following that, two more childish cries echoed. Di Shitian heard them, turned his head, and watched the direction of the sound for a while. Finally, his two strong hind legs pushed off the ground, and his sturdy tiger body leaped out steadily, landing on the ground, running forward not fast but very stably.
Before long, Di Shitian ran back to the front of the cave and saw the tall White Tiger Mama playing with his two younger siblings in front of the cave. Of the two small tiger cubs, the white one was his younger sister, and the striped one was his younger brother. The white tiger was born last, so she was the youngest.
When the two small tiger cubs saw Di Shitian return, they clumsily ran towards him, constantly rubbing against him affectionately, letting out joyful 'ao ao' sounds. Their eyes had already opened, and although their running was not smooth, they could move slowly.
During this time, Di Shitian also discovered a strange thing: the Wisdom of beasts indeed could not compare to that of humans. What White Tiger Mama expressed when roaring were only simple meanings, but his two younger siblings could not express them, perhaps because they had not yet grown up.
Seeing the intimate actions of his younger siblings around him, a gentle expression also slightly appeared in Di Shitian's indifferent eyes. Looking at White Tiger Mama nearby, who exuded hints of maternal love, he thought to himself: "Being a tiger is good too; at least there isn't the deceit and trickery found among humans."