A modern white Shiba Inu named Kurumi (nicknamed Cool Dog) travels to the ancient Devourer Beast, but upon waking up at the beginning, discovers that her entire clan has been exterminated and she owes a huge blood debt. Fortunately, she awakens the power of devouring - the enemy is a mobile power bank, the artifact is a teeth grinding stick, and she can even take a few bites during the heavenly tribulation!
Chapter 1: I Awoke from the Sea of Corpses and Blood
Pain!
It feels like every bone has been crushed and roughly pieced back together.
With all white fur, Kurumi (her dog mom calls her KURUMI, but she also likes to be called 'Cool Dog') opens her eyes to see a blurry scene of blood and darkness.
Severe pain radiated from his limbs, accompanied by a deep, bone-deep weakness and… unbearable hunger.
He moved his paw, and the claw tip sank into some sticky, semi-solid liquid, the touch icy and disgusting.
The air was thick with a stifling scent—rusty blood, the sour smell of rotting things, and the burnt odor of smoke, all mixed together, pressing down heavily.
He shook his heavy head, his vision gradually clearing. Then, he froze.
Before him was not a place he was familiar with. This was a vast expanse of ruins that seemed endless.
The scorched earth, broken weapons, shattered flags whose original colors could no longer be identified were slanted in the mud, emitting wisps of residual smoke. And more, were the corpses. A mountain of corpses.
His gaze first fell on the closest remains of those giant hounds—they had luxurious platinum fur that, even stained with blood, could not hide their nobility. An inexplicable, deep-seated sense of familiarity and intimacy surged in his heart.
“Is this… my kin?”
He stared blankly, a slightly offbeat thought instinctively jumping into his mind, 'This looks… a bit like the ancient, super strong and handsome… Shiba Inu in my cognition?'
This inexplicable déjà vu made him feel a bit dazed.
The memories remained blank, but the feeling of blood connection was incredibly real. Looking at their cold bodies, a huge, inexplicable sadness suddenly seized him, weighing heavily in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Why… does it hurt so much?
He didn't understand. He only instinctively felt his heart gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He forced himself to look away and continued to search through the ruins with great difficulty. The hunger burned his stomach like a raging fire, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.
To survive… food is needed.
Just as he used his nose to push aside a piece of charred wood, an uncomfortable 'crack—' of a raspy scream suddenly came from above.
A gust of wind carrying a foul odor pressed down.
The hound suddenly raised its head.
A massive, vulture-like creature was folding its meaty wings, swooping down at him like a fallen shadow!
The bird's beak was curved like a hook, gleaming with cold light, and its murky yellow-brown eyes were filled only with greed and coldness for 'food'.
Scavenging vulture! It treated him as a dying delicacy! The sense of crisis poured over him like ice water, instantly dispelling some of the weakness and sadness!
“Roar!” The hound emitted a threatening low growl from its throat, struggling to roll to the side.
The movements were clumsy and slow, but the desire to survive allowed him to avoid the claws that could tear flesh at the last moment.
The vulture missed its strike, landing on a nearby pile of corpses, tilting its head and locking its uncomfortable gaze on him again, wings slightly spread, ready for the next pounce.
Run? Can't run.
The body is still too weak.
Pleading for mercy? It meant nothing to this scavenger.
Only left… to fight desperately!
Driven into a desperate situation, the hound, whose black eyes, once moist with confusion, suddenly gleamed with a hint of the ferocity of a beast.
Hunger, sadness, and a strong desire to survive mixed into a primitive force surging within him.
As the vulture flapped its wings, bringing the stench, and its claws aimed for his neck, the hound suddenly pushed off the ground with its hind legs, using all its strength to pounce!
No rules, no techniques, only the most primitive wildness!
He crashed into the vulture's embrace, avoiding its sharp claws, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on the wrinkled neck!
“Pfft!”
The feeling of fangs sinking into flesh was unfamiliar yet vivid.
Warm, strongly fishy liquid surged into his throat.
The vulture let out a painful and angry shriek, frantically flapping its wings, its claws leaving several burning cuts on his back and side.
The hound yelped in pain, but bit down harder! Its limbs clung tightly to the vulture's body, using its weight to press it to the ground.
Rolling, tearing! Feathers flying, blood splattering.
He fought like a truly enraged beast, tearing with his claws and biting with his teeth, with only one thought in his mind—
Kill it!
Survive!
Not knowing how much time had passed, perhaps only a few seconds, the struggles beneath him gradually weakened.
In the end, the vulture lay limp in the pool of blood, no longer moving.
The hound let go with its mouth, panting heavily, stumbling down from the vulture's corpse.
His body bore several wounds, burning with pain, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
He looked at the body that had just attempted to kill him, a sense of surviving a disaster and… even stronger hunger intertwined.
Food… is now available.
He extended his paw, hesitated for a moment after scratching the vulture's thick thigh, and then lowered his head to take a bite.
He forcefully tore off a piece of meat with black feathers and chewed it randomly.
The next second— 'Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft!'
He suddenly spat out the piece of meat in his mouth, his entire dog face wrinkled up, showing an expression of extreme disgust.
Sour and tough! The texture was like chewing on vinegar-soaked tattered leather, with an indescribable stench of decay!
“Terrible review! Absolutely terrible!”
He grumbled indignantly at the vulture's corpse, his tongue constantly trying to spit out the terrible taste, 'Is there no one to ensure food safety in this other world? How can this stuff be treated as monsters? It's too careless!'
Hunger still persisted, but reason (or rather, the remaining picky instinct for food) told him that if he kept eating this, he might not get killed by the enemy, but poison himself first.
He dejectedly kicked the vulture's leg and looked around this silent, corpse-filled ruin of his kin again.
The sorrow and immense confusion stemming from the bloodline pressed heavier on his heart than before.
Who am I…? What happened here? Why did those kin, resembling ancient Shiba Inus, face such extinction?
He lowered his head, looking at his blood-stained platinum claws, feeling the emptiness and the deep sorrow that lingered within him.
He had lost everything, alone and in a strange and dangerous world.
To survive and figure this all out seemed to be the only thing he could grasp at this moment.
Ongoing…
Note: The fantasy novel 'Swallowing Sky Hound' is authored by AndyJojojo, a member of the Kurumi community. It has been published on Tomato Novel, and all rights are reserved. If reproduced, please indicate the source: Kurumi Team.
