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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

John trudged through the dense jungle, muttering to himself, "I couldn't even eat properly." His voice sounded hollow against the silence of the trees, the thick foliage swallowing every word. He cursed under his breath—at the jungle, at the timing, at his own misfortune.

He had been in the middle of dinner with Luna, finally about to enjoy a moment of peace, when the relentless ticking of the clock had yanked him back to reality. The teleportation hour had been drawing near. There had been no time to savor the food, no space for comfort. In a hurry, he had shoved a few bites into his pocket and stormed off. Now, crouched beneath the wild canopy of the jungle, he ate what remained—cold, mashed, and clumsily wrapped—but it tasted divine.

He washed it down with water from his flask and let out a satisfied sigh. "Haven't slept in three days," he mumbled to himself, stretching out on a patch of mossy ground. His body, worn from exhaustion and strain, welcomed the brief moment of comfort.

"This will be a good rest," he whispered, eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed him almost instantly.

Somewhere in the distance, a branch snapped. A low rustle followed.

He blinked in the darkness, adjusting to the dim jungle moonlight filtering through the trees. His breath caught in his throat.

Just a few feet ahead, in the soft underbrush, something moved.

It loomed in front of him—silent, unmoving, watching.

A chill prickled down his spine. His first instinct was panic. Was this one of the wild ones? Hungry? Unbonded? Dangerous?

He bolted upright, eyes wide, heart hammering. Reflexively, he extended his hand, attempting to summon it.

His breath hitched. His mind raced.

But then... the insect didn't attack. It didn't move aggressively. In fact, it did nothing at all. Just hovered there, blinking slowly, its antennae flicking in recognition.

Relief washed over him like a tide.

It had to be his. If the worm hadn't accepted him, it wouldn't just be calmly observing him. No wild beast stared like that—it would've lunged, snapped, vanished.

CHAPTER 43: INTERRUPTED AGAIN!