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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 jungle echoed with faint chatter as more figures stepped out from the shadows. A group of children—three boys and two girls—emerged from the trees behind the old man, their eyes wide with excitement. One of the boys, no older than ten, pointed at the fallen Velociraptor with a frown.

"Grandpa, why did you kill it?" he asked, disappointed. "You promised to show us powerful dinosaurs. This one's… small!"

The old man grunted, not offering much in reply. His gaze was already drifting ahead. The group continued walking, but their attention shifted quickly as they spotted John still standing near the clearing.

"You! We saw you from the tree!" another boy shouted. "You run quite fast!"

John gave a tired smile. "Thanks. I'm actually lost. Can you help me?"

That stopped the old man in his tracks. He turned slowly and studied John with the same sharp, calculating eyes he had used on the Velociraptor. After a moment, he spoke, voice low and firm.

"If you want to stay with our tribe, you'll have to prove yourself. We don't keep useless people."

"I understand," John said quickly. He took a step forward, determination flickering in his eyes. "Please… let me stay. Even for just a few days."

Before the old man could respond, two small girls dropped down from a nearby tree like playful spirits. They rushed to the old man—clearly their grandfather—and tugged at his sleeve excitedly.

"Grandpa, let's take him!" one of them chirped. "He might be from a high-ranking tribe. If we take him to the elders, maybe we'll get a big reward!"

"Yeah!" the other girl nodded. "Look at his clothes. They're not normal."

The old man glanced down at John's torn but clearly expensive outfit. His eyes lit up with interest, and for the first time, a thin smile curled across his weathered face.

"You girls might be right," he murmured. Then, louder, he said, "Alright, boy. I'll take you with us—but you'll have to convince the tribe elders yourself. I won't vouch for you."

"I understand. Thank you," John said, relief flooding through him. He had no idea what kind of people these were, but anything was better than being alone in this dangerous forest.

The two girls immediately latched onto John's hands, giggling as they pulled him along, dragging him toward the path. John stumbled to keep up, still glancing nervously behind him.

"Wait, Grandpa!" one of the boys shouted. "What about that dying dinosaur?"

The old man didn't even look back. "Let it die," he said coldly. "It refused me. That's its fate."

But then, after a few more steps, he paused and turned slightly. His voice carried casually through the clearing, directed at John.

"Since you're coming with us, do some work. Go pull the arrow out of its back."

He walked slowly toward the fallen Velociraptor. Its breathing was shallow now, its chest rising and falling with labored effort. Blood pooled beneath it, dark and sticky against the leaves. But its eyes—those fierce, intelligent eyes—were still open.

Was it anger? Was it pain? A plea? John couldn't tell. But something in that stare rooted him in place.

He knelt beside the beast, heart thudding as he reached for the arrow. Its body flinched under his touch, but it didn't snap or snarl. Not this time.

And yet, something in its eyes said it wasn't ready to go—not yet.

CHAPTER 46: A NEW SHELTER AND THE DYING RAPTOR