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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

The tension was no longer just in the air—it had become a presence, a living, coiled beast slithering through the spaces between heartbeats. Every breath felt like a gamble. Every silence a loaded gun.

Principal Anthony stood tall despite the invisible weight pressing down on him. His eyes—sharp, unwavering—remained locked on the man before him.

The name carried more fear than most monsters. The underworld's reigning shadow, the self-proclaimed king of One-Star City. A man whose smile had sent men fleeing and whose anger had erased them.

Principal Anthony's voice rang out, crisp and controlled, cutting through the suffocating silence like a blade:

"Mark Williamson. You're crossing a line you know better than to cross."

"Killing a Beast Tamer? You understand what that means," the principal continued. "The Council won't protect you. The Guild won't turn a blind eye. You won't just lose power—you'll lose everything. Your name, your network… forgotten. You think you're untouchable. But you're not."

Mark chuckled. It wasn't a laugh—it was gravel, disdain, and bitterness rolled into a low, mocking sound.

His eyes slid past the principal and locked onto John.

"Oh, I can't kill a Beast Tamer, is that it?" he said with theatrical surprise. "But what if the boy—" he took a slow, deliberate step forward, "—isn't a Tamer yet?"

John's heart pounded like a war drum.

"You want to play by the rules, Anthony? Fine," Mark continued. "Let's play."

Each step echoed menacingly on the marble floor.

"This boy—this whelp who dared lay hands on my son—is nothing. A junior student. Too raw. Too early. No contract, no mark, no beast. Not twenty. Not certified. Not protected."

He came to a halt a few feet from John, his presence suffocating.

"You see, Principal," Mark spat, "as far as I'm concerned, this brat is just a burden on the earth."

A strange rustling. Soft. Whisper-light.

A small bird glided silently into the room—though "bird" was too simple a word. Its feathers shimmered like forged steel, and its beak glinted like a dagger sculpted from obsidian. It didn't flap—it drifted, weightless and eerie, its movement too smooth, too intelligent.

John's vision was swimming. His lungs felt tight, his chest rising in shallow bursts. But that creature—it was clear. Focused. Hyperreal.

Stop, John pleaded in his mind, terror slicing through the fog. Please… stop.

It tilted its head. Once. Twice. Its tiny feet scratched the marble, curious, almost... amused.

John stiffened. A voice inside his skull—clearer than thought, colder than logic.

"Am I… imagining this?" he asked, still motionless.

"Yes", he replied. I can hear you.

A long, sharp chirp followed—metallic and strange, like the scream of a blade against stone.

Its voice was unlike anything human—piercing and triumphant.

"The first person to talk to me while dying."

The dagger-beak flashed in the air like a falling guillotine. A screech split the room. Principal Anthony shouted something, but it was too distant, too far away from the narrow tunnel that was now John's reality.

The bird would tear through him—and that would be it. No more school. No more Luna. No more answers.

But in that moment, suspended between life and oblivion, his eyes locked with the creature's again. Something passed between them—some pulse, some thread.

CHAPTER 29: THE LINE CROSSED