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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

A sharp voice rang out, slicing through the silence of the clearing like a blade.

John's unexpected outburst echoed off the broken trees and jagged rocks around him. It wasn't meant to be so loud, but emotion surged inside him like a river unbound. He had had enough of the insect's taunts. His voice carried authority—more than he'd ever known he had.

The fatty insect hovered in the air, rubbing its squishy head with one of its stubby arms. "Alright, alright," it grumbled. "Stop scolding me already. I'll try once."

Without waiting for permission, it scrambled off John's shoulder like a squat little squirrel and dropped down onto the Velociraptor's head—and glared at the recovering beast.

"Listen up, scaly," it said, tapping the Velociraptor's brow with a stubby limb. "If you don't become John's pet, I'll gouge your eyes out."

There was a beat of stunned silence.

John groaned loudly, dragging a palm down his face. "What an unfortunate moment to send you over," he muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. With practiced ease, he reached over, snatched the insect up between his fingers, and with a flick of his wrist that would have made a baseball pitcher jealous, hurled the creature across the clearing.

A distant tap tap sound followed, accompanied by a barely audible "Ow! I think I broke something!"

John sighed and dusted off his hands, muttering something about needing to "trade that insect for a more polite one."

A dry, rasping sound echoed beside him. At first, he thought it might be the beast growling in protest, but as he turned, he realized... the Velociraptor was chuckling.

"Funny," it rasped, voice gravelly but laced with something unexpected—amusement. "You're his master, yet he's so out of control."

John looked at it, a crooked smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah... tell me about it. I don't even know if I am his master, to be honest." He shrugged, kneeling beside the wounded raptor. "I told you earlier, didn't I? I'm different from the rest."

The beast's piercing eyes met his. "Different how?" it asked cautiously.

John ran a hand through his head, suddenly self-conscious. "Well... I don't know exactly why," he admitted. "But every beast I tame... they don't treat me like a master. They never listen. They don't wait for commands. They don't act like slaves." He smiled faintly, memories flashing in his eyes. "They become my friends."

The raptor's nostrils flared in surprise. It stared at him as if trying to decipher whether this was some kind of elaborate trick.

"Friends?" it echoed, incredulous. "That's... not possible. That's not how this world works."

John tilted his head, meeting the beast's gaze without flinching. "Maybe that's the problem."

A long silence passed between them, thick with unsaid things. The wind rustled the broken foliage around them. The light had started to shift, casting golden rays through the canopy, illuminating the Velociraptor's injured body and the concern etched on John's face.

The raptor's voice lowered. "Any beast tamer who tames a beast... they gain full control. The beast obeys them, even unto death. That's how it works. You must know that."

"I do," John replied quietly. "I've seen it. I've fought those kinds of tamers. And I hated what I saw. Beasts treated like tools. Lives thrown away for glory or gold. It's disgusting."

CHAPTER 49: AN UNCONVENTIONAL TAMER