The moment the monkey’s tiny hand touched my palm—

Everything changed.

A wave of sensation crashed over me, like a current of light bursting into my mind. My vision blurred, then sharpened beyond clarity.

And then I saw.

Not just the monkey’s body.

I saw everything.

The hormonal balance flowing through its veins. Its adrenaline levels, its energy, its heartbeat. The subtle shifts in dopamine, oxytocin, cortisol.

I could see its emotions in real time—curiosity, hesitation, the faintest flicker of attachment.

I could see its growth patterns, its genetic potential, its biological strengths and weaknesses—like my mind had instantly mapped out its entire existence.

And for the first time in my life, I felt something deeply unnatural.

Something that shouldn’t be possible.

Because I didn’t just see these things.

I could change them.

A sharp gasp tore through the room.

Something shifted in my vision—a burning sensation surged behind my eyes.

I blinked.

And suddenly, the world wasn’t the same.

Gasps filled the air. A clattering sound—wood striking stone.

My father’s friend had dropped the crate.

I barely noticed.

Because in the reflection of the polished wood table nearby…

I saw my own eyes.

And they were no longer mine.

My irises had become a shattered, fractured crystal of light—kaleidoscopic colors shifting with every breath. The once-round pupils had reshaped into a radiant geometric form, a cross or a diamond—glowing with flecks of iridescent blue.

The outer edges of my iris glowed in a frosty white-blue, while the inner part shimmered in a prismatic burst of neon hues.

I barely had time to react before my father’s friend whispered—

“Divine eyes…”

His voice trembled.

And then, before I could even ask what that meant—

A brilliant light burst from beneath my hands.

Golden rays slipped through the cracks in my fingers, illuminating the monkey in a radiant glow.

The little creature let out a soft chirp, confused but not afraid.

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At the same time, knowledge flooded my mind.

Instinctive, ancient knowledge.

The golden body monkey’s biology. Its species history. Its natural instincts. Its potential evolutions.

I knew it. All of it.

I could see every possible skill it could learn—paths it hadn’t even walked yet, techniques it hadn’t even developed.

And then—

A strange, unseen thread pulled tight between us—binding, linking, locking inside of us.

Something inside me clicked into place, inside my soul.

A contract was forming.

But there was no chant. No incantation. No ceremonial process.

Nothing.

It was just… happening.

Normally, every beast species had its own unique contract ritual. A fire beast required a chant of ignition. A dragon required a vow of submission.

The stronger the bond, the more complex the ritual.

Yet here I was—forming a contract without speaking a single word.

No summoner did this.

No one.

I knew that.

And yet…

The contract wasn’t just forming.

It was perfect.

The golden body monkey chirped again—this time, different. A sound of recognition. Of loyalty. Of something deeper than instinct.

Of acknowledgment.

The light surged.

The final seal locked into place.

And just as I felt the connection deepen into something unbreakable—

CRASH.

A loud clatter rang out from across the room.

The spell of the moment shattered instantly.

All heads snapped toward the sound.

There, in the middle of the mess, was Lina.

Flat on her back, covered in food, spilled soup, and broken ceramic.

Tears welled up in her big amber eyes. Her lower lip trembled, her hands clutching at the ruined meal around her.

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then—

A deep inhale.

A pause.

And then—

WAAAAHHHHH!

A full, high-pitched scream of distress.

Lina had fallen while trying to climb onto the table, most likely in an attempt to steal food before breakfast was actually served.

And now?

She was a tragic, crying mess.

The tension in the room evaporated instantly.

I exhaled, shoulders dropping.

Slowly, I walked toward her, the tiny monkey still clinging to my hand.

I knelt beside her, sighing. “Lina…”

She hiccupped through her sniffles, pouting dramatically.

“You were trying to steal food again, weren’t you?”

She looked at me. Looked at the spilled plate. Looked back at me.

“…No.”

I raised an eyebrow.

A pause.

Then she sniffled, wiping at her nose. “…Maybe.”

I let out a breath of laughter.

Then, carefully, I held up my hand, showing her the tiny golden-furred creature gripping onto my fingers.

“Lina,” I said, grinning slightly. “Meet my new partner.”

She stopped crying instantly.

Her eyes widened. Her mouth fell open.

“A MONKEY?”

The monkey let out a tiny chirp.

Lina was still staring wide-eyed at the tiny golden-furred monkey, her earlier distress completely forgotten.

But before she could reach out to grab him—

“Lina.”

Mother’s stern voice cut through the moment like a knife.

Lina froze.

She turned her head slowly, her big amber eyes meeting Mother’s unimpressed stare.

“What have I told you about climbing on the furniture?”

Lina squirmed. “…Not to.”

“And what have I told you about trying to steal food before it’s ready?”

“…Not to.”

Mother folded her arms. “And what did you just do?”

A pause. Then—

Lina pointed at me.

“Akul has a new monkey mommy! That’s more important than me stealing food, right?”

Mother’s eyebrow twitched.

Then she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “That doesn’t mean you can break the rules, Lina.”

Lina puffed her cheeks out in defiance, but she knew there was no escaping this.

Mother was already grabbing a towel to clean her up.

As she worked, she glanced at me.

And for the first time since all of this happened, I saw something strange in her eyes.

Not just concern.

Fear.

Before I could process it, a voice called out.

“Akul.”

I turned.

My father’s friend was looking straight at me, his eyes serious.

My father clapped a hand on my shoulder. Not a "good job" kind of hug. "A we need to talk right now’ kind of hug".

“Buddy, come here.”

I barely had time to react before he gently but firmly guided me away from the main room.

I glanced back at my mother, but she was still focused on Lina, wiping soup out of her hair.

The last thing I saw before we turned the corner was the tiny monkey, still clinging to my sleeve.

They led me to a separate room, shutting the door behind them.

I expected to be included in the discussion.

I wasn’t.

I strained to listen—but I couldn’t make out the words.

It was frustrating.

I had just awakened something completely unknown, my eyes had transformed, and I had bonded with a beast without a ritual. I wanted answers.

But instead, I was just standing there, left out of the conversation about my own abilities.

My fingers tightened into a fist.

A soft hand rested on my shoulder.

I turned.

Mother had entered the room quietly, her expression unreadable.

She didn’t speak right away.

Then, finally, she sighed. “Son…”

I didn’t like how she said that.

“…I’ve worked in a healing and beast-breeding center for years,” she continued. “I’ve seen all kinds of summoners. All kinds of beasts. But I’ve never seen anything like what happened today... not even there...”

Her voice was calm, but I could hear the undercurrent of unease.

“This isn’t just rare, Akul.” She hesitated. “This is… something else.”

I frowned. “Something else?”

She nodded slowly.

“Mom,” I said, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t look convinced.

I exhaled. “I don’t feel weird, I don’t feel sick, and I don’t feel like something’s wrong. If anything…”

I glanced down at my tiny golden-furred companion, still clinging to my sleeve.

“…I actually feel really good.”

Her lips pressed together, but the tension in her shoulders eased slightly.

I turned back to the monkey.

More than anything right now, I wanted to experiment.

I wanted to test what I could do—to see if my vision-based ability was something I could control.

I wanted to learn more about my trait, my contract, my abilities.

But at that moment—

A small voice demanded my attention.

“Akul.”

I turned.

Lina was standing nearby, her hair still damp from the soup incident.

She stared at my monkey.

Then she poked my sleeve.

“Can I touch it?”

I blinked.

Then I laughed.

I held out my hand, letting the tiny monkey crawl onto my palm.

Lina’s eyes lit up.

And just like that, the tension of the moment faded.

For now…

Everything would be fine.