Forced to Surrender My Tiger, I Dominate the Wasteland with a Giant Elephant

On our first day of internship at the zoo, the old director was assigning us animals to take care of.

Jack spoke first: "Director, I want to take care of the Siberian tigers."

The old zookeeper looked at him seriously. "Jack, I suggest you reconsider. That Siberian tiger is extremely ferocious; it's not suitable for someone like you with no experience."

“I’ve thought it through very carefully, sir.” Jack smiled slightly, appearing confident.

Then he turned his head, his gaze falling on me, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "As for Arthur... he usually has the best temper and the most patience. I think that African elephant is the most suitable for him. Herbivore, docile and timid, a perfectly safe babysitter job, isn't it?"

The students around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone knows that taking care of elephants is a well-known, easy job that allows you to coast through your studies, while raising tigers is tantamount to walking halfway to hell.

Jack actually gave the good thing to someone else?

I stood still, not in a hurry to speak.

From the moment he became so eager to take care of the tiger, I knew that he, too, had been reborn.

In my previous life, Jack chose to take care of African elephants, while I was pushed to take care of Siberian tigers. But I never expected that a month later, the apocalypse would come and red rain would fall.

Many species mutated into frenzied, bloodthirsty mutants, leaving only a very few species capable of evolution.

The Siberian tiger has successfully evolved and led me out of the zoo.

African elephants, however, have not evolved and have been relegated to being merely a means of transportation, ultimately being torn apart by other species.

Jack escaped by chance, but became jealous and eventually joined forces with other survivors to spread rumors, which led to the deaths of me and the Siberian tiger.

Now, he wants to seize the survival capital that belonged to me in my previous life by choosing the tiger first.

That's so stupid it's laughable!

"Arthur, does your silence mean you agree?" Jack coughed lightly when he saw that I didn't respond, and urged me in a seemingly generous manner, "Then it's settled. The elephant is yours, and the tiger is mine."

I gathered my thoughts and spoke slowly.

"Actually, I also had my eye on that tiger."

Jack's expression changed slightly, and he immediately reached out to firmly protect the registration form in front of him: "Sorry, Arthur, but I've already chosen it! I've always liked tigers, and this is the opportunity I've been dreaming of. You can't take it from me."

A hint of mockery flashed in my eyes.

"Alright, as you wish, the elephant is mine. I hope you'll keep your word and take good care of the tiger."

After saying that, I picked up the information card for the African elephant, turned around and walked out of the lounge.

"We'll see..." Jack muttered behind me, picked up the stamped form, and quickly followed me out.

Passing through the passage, to the left is a lush and spacious elephant enclosure, while to the right is the Siberian tiger prison, tightly sealed off by tempered explosion-proof glass and a high-voltage electric fence.

Jack was faster than me; he had already reached the safety line outside the glass wall.

He slightly raised his chin, trying to adopt the posture of a master, and sized up the beast inside that was about to become his bodyguard.

In the shadows, a Siberian tiger, over three meters long and weighing nearly four hundred kilograms, paced restlessly.

Even before the apocalypse, the oppressive aura emanating from this ferocious beast at the top of the food chain is enough to send chills down one's spine.

To prove himself, Jack took another step forward.

"roar--!!"

A Siberian tiger suddenly leaped out of the shadows, its massive front paws slamming hard against the bulletproof glass!

Jack's vision went black, his legs gave way uncontrollably, and he collapsed to the ground.

I ignored this good-for-nothing and walked straight past him to the front of the tiger cage.

The Siberian tiger, which was in a frenzied state, turned to look at me.

The next second.

It awkwardly pressed its body close to the glass, pinning its head firmly against the shatterproof glass, and tried to rub against my palm from a distance.

"Ugh... Hmph..."

The corridor was deathly silent, leaving even Jack dumbfounded.

Only I felt my heart pounding violently in my chest.

I forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in my eyes.

That darn whining... that familiar feeling of being wronged...

Old friend.

It turned out it had been reborn!