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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 moved through the dense undergrowth with caution, the thick vines and swaying ferns brushing against his arms as he advanced. The air was thick with the scent of earth and decay, but it was something else that pulled him forward—something wounded, broken. He had seen the blood trail smeared across the foliage, vibrant red slashes that spoke of violence and desperation.

The Velociraptor lay crumpled beneath a twisted tree, half-concealed by shadows. Its once-mighty form was now sunken and trembling, its chest rising and falling in labored, uneven breaths. Blue-black veins spiderwebbed across its scaly hide—unnatural, sickly patterns that pulsed with poison. Blood dribbled from its jaws, soaking into the dirt beneath.

John froze, heart hammering. He had never been this close to a predator of this size, let alone one still alive and capable of tearing him apart. But this one… it wasn't going anywhere. The creature's limbs twitched feebly, its talons carving faint lines in the earth as if still trying to fight, still clinging to instinct.

A flicker of something raw and ancient passed between them—fear, pain, maybe even hatred.

"What now?" the raptor rasped, its voice like gravel dragged across stone. Its jaws barely moved. "Are you thinking of making me your pet too?"

John blinked. He wasn't prepared for words—especially not bitter ones laced with loathing. The raptor coughed, a horrible, wet sound that rattled deep in its throat. Flecks of crimson sprayed the soil.

"I knew it," the creature continued, its breath growing weaker. "All humans… are the same."

With an agonized snarl, the raptor shifted its weight, claws digging into the ground. Muscles bunched. Bones strained. But its legs buckled before they could lift its body even an inch. A convulsion wracked its frame, and it crumpled back to the earth, limbs twitching, paralyzed. The poison had claimed them.

John took a cautious step forward, boots crunching softly against the twigs and leaves. Then another. He kept his hands raised—no threat, no sudden movements.

"Look, I don't know what kind of image of humans you have in your mind," he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I'm not like the others. I can understand your pain."

The raptor turned its head slightly, just enough to look at him again. Its eyes were clouded, not only with suffering, but with something deeper—loss. Then, just as quickly, it turned away, as if even seeing John was too much to bear.

John knelt a few feet away, staying low, watching the slow rise and fall of the beast's side. The breaths were shallow now, spaced with ominous pauses. Time was running out.

"I know you don't trust me," he continued. "And I don't blame you. But you don't have a lot of options. Whatever did this to you… it's killing you fast. I might be the only chance you've got."

He exhaled slowly. "You don't have to talk. Just let me help you."

"Fine," he added, tone tightening. "But if you close your eyes for good, you're not going to get the last word. Whatever humans did to you—whoever hurt you—it wasn't me. I'm not your enemy."

Still nothing. The raptor's eyes closed again, its head sagging to the side. A shallow exhale slipped from its snout.

John felt frustration swell inside him, followed by something more difficult—grief. Despite the blood and the claws, despite the monstrous frame and deadly lineage… this thing didn't deserve to die like this. Alone. Betrayed. Poisoned.

CHAPTER 47: THE WOUNDED PREDATOR