The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth



A crescent moon could be seen in the sky. Today it was bigger than yesterday as if it had recovered some of its original self. The moonlight was a little brighter. It didn't affect the darkness much, but it made the creatures somewhat comfortable.

On land filled with water, multiple strange flowers bloomed in the moonlight. They shone in a radiant white glow as the moonlight fell on them. Beside them, many stars appeared, and the moon looked near. 'Splash,' a creature walked by, creating ripples in the water. Its eyes shone green, looking around as if searching for something.

The ripples appeared as the painting of Nightsky shook. The scene's beauty decreased, but the water became still after some time, and the mud settled down. The harmony of nature established itself again, and the beautiful canvas appeared again; this time, the pink clouds also appeared near the moon, which gave it a unique charm.

Again, this harmony was broken as the Shadow of a bat moved by, but no one could tell the difference other than nature itself. The Shadow stopped for a moment, looking down at the beautiful scene. It saved it in the depths of its memory before moving again.

The Raptor was moving very slowly. It looked similarly less motivated than its master. The reptilian humanoid was fighting with its own body, which was acting against its will. Its eyelids, which worked as shuttles, were getting heavier with every passing moment, eager to close at night as if they were the shuttles of a shop.

Unknown to the Raptor Rider, Which was still holding on to its mount with its muscular legs, The moon above its head was blocked as if something was standing between them, and it soon started to get bigger. It was the Shadow of a bat, and the strange part was that the Lizardman, known for their sharp senses, could not notice it.

The Shadow turned into a humanoid figure with four wings. In his next movement, a circular seven-meter ring appeared from him as a center and surrounded the Lizardman. The Raptor's senses kicked in; it roared and became alert. The Lizardman on its back was awoken by its reaction and tightened the grip of its weapons.

Multiple chains appeared around them and held the legs of the Beast, making him unable to move. More chains appeared and formed into a giant hand that held the red-colored Lizardman. Wasting no time, a figure appeared before the ferocious Raptor; its eyes shone red, sending shivers down both opponent's spines.

The next moment, both received a tragic fate. The opened mouth of the Beast that was releasing a cry was penetrated by a large spear with Ice Energy concentrated on it. Its body loosened, and it fell the next moment. It was still moving as if all its strength had dissipated.

The Lizardman roared, trying to ask for help, but no sound came out. No one was able to hear him. The only thing he called was the irritated look from the opponent, who strengthened the grip of a Hand made of chains, resulting in the breaking of some bones.

Next, the figure appeared behind the Lizardman and knocked him unconscious. A giant sword appeared, to which the Lizardman was tied with the help of the chains. The sword then started to move, and the figure clad in shadows followed it.

As soon as he left, a swarm of strange flesh-eating fish appeared and started devouring the corpse of the Raptor; the next moment, only its skeleton was left. These strange fish then dispersed as if they were never there, moving deep inside the water, chasing the figure that had just left.

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After some time in a dark cave, A lizardman could be seen tied upside down. Its body was filled with scars and tears, from which its dark green blood flew. The eyes of the Beast suddenly flashed open. It looked at its condition and roared, but unknown to him, his roar only echoed inside the dark place.

It tried to struggle and break these chains, but long, pointy black nails had been inserted inside the joints of its body, making it unable to gather its strength. The Beast cried in anger, but it only resulted in wasting more of its energy. It was then that its eyes suddenly felt something behind him, and it gathered all its force and turned its head.

It saw a dark figure clad in shadows sitting on a chair, looking at him. The Beast looked at him in anger, releasing Killing Intent. It would have torn this figure into pieces if it was not tied, but its opponent ignored it completely. Its calm eyes were staring at him, especially the rune on its back; this had piqued the interest of the figure.

Its calm eyes suddenly shifted and met the reptilian's eyes. At that moment, the reptiles realized who the figure in front of them was. He recognized these purple eyes filled with a strange circular pattern. Their calmness couldn't hide these murderous eyes.

These eyes could make anyone shiver by just looking at them; they carried a distinct calmness. This calmness was not achieved by years of meditation or achieved by peace of mind, or by sensing life and getting one with nature; this calmness was achieved by killing countless creatures.

It was as if getting immune to the feeling of guilt of killing; these eyes had seen a lot of blood. When it looked carefully at him, it felt an illusion as if a large vertical eye was staring at it from behind with endless killing intent. At the moment it had previously stared at them,

He felt like he was staring at death itself. He was going to die, and there was no way back. There was a saying that when one door closes in life, another opens, but looking at these eyes, he saw only one door ahead of him—the one that would end all his suffering.

A door that would let him meet the ones he has lost, A door that would lead him to the afterworld. The door that would open once for everyone born in this universe was the door of ultimate truth, death. It asked in lizard language, "Who are you?"

His words were sounds for the person sitting before him. He raised his hand and moved his fingers as if calling him. The next moment, the Lizardman felt like his body was moving by itself. He tried to escape from its clutches, but no matter how much he struggled, he appeared closer and closer to the figure before him.

As he came close, he saw the face of a young human. By looking at that handsome face, no one could tell that the person possessing him could be so cruel. The Hand of the boy approached the Lizardman, which made its whole body shake. It wriggled and shook, but again, anything he did was useless.

His heart beat rapidly, and just as he felt a cold hand colder than winter touching his back, he fainted from the terror. Even the boy was surprised; he never thought he looked that terrifying.