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In a world where every animal on Earth has mutated into terrifying beasts with elemental powers — fire, ice, wind, poison, and more — humanity lives in constant fear. These creatures, now known as Beasts, have reshaped the balance of power. Slowly, brave humans began rising against them. Those who managed to defeat and tame these beasts earned the title: Beast Tamers.

Becoming a Beast Tamer is every survivor’s dream — a symbol of strength, protection, and hope. But not everyone is chosen by fate.

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John is a young man who lives in the shadow of this beast-ridden world. Unlike others, he has never been able to tame even a single beast. He is seen as weak, unworthy — a failure in the eyes of society.

But one fateful day, John is caught in a strange accident that sends him back in time — to an era before the modern mutations… to a prehistoric world where even dinosaurs have mutated into monstrous, ancient beasts.

Trapped in the past with no allies, surrounded by gigantic primeval creatures with never-before-seen powers, John must now learn to survive. As he uncovers ancient secrets and gains the trust of these primal monsters, he discovers that his weakness might just be the key to a forgotten power — one that can change both past and future.

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John’s story is not just about survival. It’s about rising from weakness, mastering ancient powers, and becoming a legend in a world ruled by monsters.

Can a boy with no powers become the greatest Beast Tamer history has ever known?

THE DEMON TAMER

Before John could form another question, the insect's voice rang sharply in his mind, impatient and cutting.

"Don't you have a brain? It's a child."

John jerked back, stunned by the abruptness of the answer.

"A child?" he echoed, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"But… there should be a beast in there, right?" His gaze dropped to the insect resting on his palm, eyes wide with confusion.

The creature pulsed with irritation.

"Look," it snapped, "don't bother me. I was just playing with it, okay? Whether it's a beast or not, I don't care. At least someone is in that neuro-core who knows how to have fun."

"You? You won't be able to tame any monster or animal."

And with that final jab, the fatty insect vanished in a blink of motionless silence, dissolving from his hand like a wisp of smoke.

John sat frozen, the words echoing in his mind.

Not a beast… but something else. Something… luminous.

A chill crept through his veins. That swirling light he had seen—he understood now. It wasn't just energy. It had form, presence—a developing awareness. His "beast" wasn't taking on the shape of a feral creature… it was something wholly different. Something young. Something growing.

Driven by a deepening sense of urgency, John opened the laptop again and typed with frantic fingers:

"Can anyone bring a beast out without a neuro-core device?"

No one can summon their beast without a device. And yet… I can.

I just raise my hand… think about it… and—

As if summoned by the very thought, the fatty insect reappeared on his palm, its small body shimmering slightly under the room's fluorescent light.

"Why are you bothering me again?" it complained, its mental voice dripping with exasperation.

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbled, guilt rushing in.

The creature vanished again—more annoyed than angry this time—but John's mind was elsewhere.

This is what's happening to me… I can summon it without a device. Just with a thought. That's not supposed to happen. No one can do that.

He dove back into the research, deeper now, scanning through the most obscure forums and scholarly journals. His mind clung to every detail.

Everyone with a Neuro-Core needed a physical device to interface with it—a band, a medallion, a ring—something built to harness and focus the energy within. It acted as a gatekeeper, a conductor between will and reality. Without it, the beasts inside remained sealed, unreachable.

And yet John could summon his with nothing but a thought.

He stumbled across another standard rule etched across every database:

A Neuro-Core can house only three beasts at maximum.

John stared at those words. His breath caught.

One beast is already inside—this child of light.

And the fatty insect… it must have gone inside when I tamed it.

"So… can I only tame one more beast now?"

He leaned back in the chair, rubbing his temples. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, but he barely noticed.

His neuro-core was behaving unlike any ever recorded. No one else had glowing light instead of a beast. No one else could summon creatures with mere thought. No one else had a creature arguing with them like a roommate.

The more he learned… the less he understood.

"Why is my neuro-core so different?" he whispered to himself.

The room offered no answers. Only silence—and the quiet weight of the unknown.

CHAPTER 25: THE CHILD IN THE CORE