Apocalypse Beast Supplier: Only I Sell God-Tier Beasts

”Just what kind of beast is that?” Elissandra couldn’t help but let the question slip quietly from her lips. It wasn’t because she didn’t know what a Pink Sheep Beast was, but because this particular creature was weirdly, terrifyingly different from everything she had ever learned.

Elissandra thought deeply as she watched how Terrence commanded the sheep beast relying purely on his other senses. He didn’t rely on his vision at all, but rather on what the beast was feeling through his direct mental connection with it.

She could see it so clearly—how Terrence remained absolute calm despite every tactical situation standing heavily at a disadvantage to him.

’The Pink Sheep is officially classified as a low-rank beast and a non-combatant utility creature,’ she reminded herself, her eyes tracking every movement in the open space. ’Most people who own them are just reserves, or traders who run local clothing businesses. Apart from that basic fluff, no one in the world knew how it could ever be used in a real fight.’

But watching the specific Pink Sheep Terrence was selling told her an entirely different story.

Elissandra gripped the hem of her pastel skirt so tightly her knuckles turned completely white. Standing beside her instructor’s silent assistant, her gaze darted nervously between the two absurdly mismatched figures standing in the center of the training courtyard.

’This is completely insane,’ Elissandra thought, her pulse hammering frantically in her chest as she stared at the dark beast.

As a daughter belonging to a notable merchant household, she had spent years studying classified beast logs and combat registries. She knew exactly what the Predator Werewolf was from her instructor. It wasn’t just a simple high-tier combat beast—it was an absolute biological nightmare. Born as an apex hunter, a fully mature Predator Werewolf possessed an Lightning Agile Body that allowed it to break the sound barrier over short distances, paired with lethal Titanium Electric Paws capable of slicing through reinforced bunker steel like soft paper. Its Terrorizing Maw could crush heavy armor plating in a single bite, while its Taunt and Fear skills could utterly paralyze lower-ranked tamers before a match even began. In close-quarters combat, the creature was an unstoppable meat grinder.

Overpowering a monster like that using raw physical force was supposed to be fundamentally impossible—especially for an unevolved, low-tier creature.

Yet, on the other side of the courtyard stood Terrence, standing perfectly still with his eyes completely closed, his posture entirely relaxed despite the dark shadow looming over him. At his feet sat a knee-high, light pink sheep that looked far more like a plush toy than a real combatant.

”Kill it,” Oliver ordered coldly, crossing his arms over his chest with an arrogant sneer.

The werewolf let out a gut-wrenching howl that echoed wildly through the stone courtyard. Elissandra instinctively flinched, feeling a sudden wave of heavy, suffocating dread wash over her body—the werewolf’s Fear skill pressing down on the battlefield like an oppressive physical weight.

The werewolf’s passive Lightning Agile Body kicked in instantly. It blurred into a terrifying streak of black fur, covering the entire distance in a fraction of a second.

BANG! BANG!

Before Terrence could even react, the werewolf closed in and slammed its massive, spiky paws downward with full force. The Pink Sheep raised its Magic Wall just in time, but the sheer, overwhelming force of the werewolf’s Titanium Paws shattered the bright pink barrier like fragile glass on impact.

The resulting shockwave blasted the tiny sheep backward, sending it tumbling violently across the dirt. The werewolf immediately pressed its overwhelming advantage, snapping its wide jaw shut with a heavy Terrorizing Maw that clipped the sheep’s wool, driving it straight into a complete corner.

Elissandra gasped loudly, her stomach sinking to the floor. The pink sheep was entirely outmatched, crushed under the absolute, oppressive force of the apex predator.

”Hah! See that? That’s what happens when you foolishly rely on raw, untrained beasts!” Oliver laughed mockingly, his mouth twisting in triumph. ”End it!”

”Don’t lose your balance,” Terrence murmured calmly, completely unbothered by the heavy, bone-rattling impacts echoing through the courtyard. He closed his eyes even tighter, focusing every single ounce of his heightened hearing on the rhythm of the enemy’s heavy footsteps.

The Pink Sheep skidded to a abrupt halt in the dirt. Shaking off the fine dust, it dug its small hooves firmly into the ground—getting a solid, unshakeable grip on the battlefield.

Oliver snapped his fingers arrogantly. ”Use Taunt! Finish it in a direct head-on clash!”

The massive werewolf beat its heavy chest, releasing a low, resonant roar that forced the pink sheep’s attention back onto it. The black beast blurred forward once more, aiming a final, crushing blow. ℴℴ𝘮

”Now. Hold your ground,” Terrence commanded silently through their mental link.

Instead of dodging away, the Pink Sheep activated Strong Body. Its fluffy pink coat flared with a radiant, incredibly dense mana light, dramatically boosting its internal durability to extreme levels. The werewolf’s heavy, armored paw smashed directly onto the sheep’s back with absolute full force—but this time, the tiny creature didn’t budge a single inch. The devastating blow bounced right off with a dull thud, as if striking solid, rubberized steel.

Oliver’s confident posture suddenly collapsed. His jaw went completely slack as he leaned forward in sheer, unadulterated shock. ”What... how on earth did it block that?!”

With the werewolf’s massive paw momentarily stuck in heavy recoil, the Pink Sheep immediately launched its counterattack without a second of hesitation.

Fluffy Balls!

Dozens of dense, cotton-like pink balls detonated outward from the sheep’s fleece at point-blank range, shooting directly into the werewolf’s face and bright red eyes. The sticky, high-density cotton completely blinded the massive beast, sending it flailing backward in total panic and confusion.

”Final step,” Terrence said, taking a cool step forward with his hands thrust deep into his jacket pockets.

The Pink Sheep used its passive skill, Leap, springing gracefully off the high courtyard wall and propelling itself straight down like a bright pink meteor. Its fluffy body glowed with concentrated kinetic energy as it executed Bash, driving its hardened head straight into the werewolf’s exposed solar plexus.

BOOM!

The explosive kinetic impact rippled through the entire courtyard, sending a violent shockwave that kicked up a massive cloud of dust and debris.

When the thick dust finally settled, the victory was absolute.

The massive Predator Werewolf was lying flat on its back, panting heavily with swirling, dazed eyes, completely unable to push its bulky frame off the cracked stone floor. Standing proudly right on top of the giant beast’s muscular chest was the tiny pink sheep, casually shaking out its fluffy wool as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Oliver stood completely frozen, his wrinkled face turning an unsightly shade of deep crimson. The large vein on his temple throbbed violently, his trembling fists shaking uncontrollably at his sides while his chest heaved in rapid, agitated gasps. Decades of unshakeable pride as an elite Grandmaster Tamer had just been completely demolished by a blindfolded teenager and a tiny pink sheep.

Terrence slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at the defeated beast, then shifted his calm gaze toward the trembling old man.

”So,” Terrence said, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he held out an open hand toward Oliver. ”About that reward money?”