The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth

'Creak!' The sounds of the insects appeared in the forest; something had awakened them at night.

'Whoosh,' some figures went past the area covered in trees; the cloak of one of them was stuck on a branch, which made it harder for him to run.

He stopped and pulled it with force.

'Tear' He succeeded, but his cloak was torn in the process. He ignored it and started running again.

He felt a chill all around his body. It was as if something was staring at him.

The bandit ran with full force, ignoring everything, but noticed the danger to his life still existed.

He felt like an invisible blade was handing him before his neck, slicing it whenever it wished.

In desperation, the bandit looked at the other bandit not far from him, clenched his fist, and took out his staff.

He then cast a spell, 'Winding Vines. Multiple thorny vines appeared from the surface and caught the bandit before him.

'Arghh' Ignoring his angry cries, he kept moving forward. 'That's Karna Bro; don't blame me.'

"Help!" They heard a distant cry from the bandit before he too was silenced.

The bandit, at the end caught up to the others.

The one before him asked, "Why did you do that?"

"I was taking revenge on Atul," he clarified himself, not taking any blame.

"You did the right thing," said the other guy with a smile.

"Thanks, it was j." Before he could even complete his sentence, he found a dagger stuck on his feet.

'Arghh,' The man cried as he removed the dagger; he then looked at the back of the bandit.

"Bastard" cast a powerful spell.

The leaves of the trees around them moved with the wind and turned into a powerful sword before approaching the other guy.

He created a barrier in desperation and somehow stopped the attack, but the impact threw him back; his back hit a tree behind him.

'Crack' his spine was injured, making him struggle even to stand.

"Ha haa." He laughed at the bandit with an injured leg. He tried to move forward, but something hit the back of his neck.

All he felt was a cold touch. He turned his head, but midway, he noticed it was falling. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at his killer's face before his vision started blurring.

He saw a teenage boy with an evil smile and a sword in his hand.

"He he." The boy giggled as he wiped the blood from his face.

The next moment, he disappeared from that place and approached the other bandit, who had just stood up.

The sword pierced through his mouth before the bandit could do anything and took his life.

'Bleed' The boy pulled out his sword and looked toward the other bandits.

A large eye followed him, creating a hall of killing intent behind him. He had lost all his sanity; he laughed excitedly, looking at the moon.

His eyes have become completely crimson, and dark circles have appeared around them.

He was no longer human. It was as if all the emotions inside him were going rampant.

Never in his life was he so out of control, but a splitting headache troubled him.

With time, it only increased; the veins on his face expanded. He breathed heavily; something was stopping him.

His consciousness tried its best to get back in control, but with time, it was hard to tell who was winning.

"Noooo," He screamed on the top of his lungs before coughing up blood.

He bit his tongue, and the blood dripped from his face.

Right now, he looked like a cannibal, feeding on human blood. He might be accidentally attacked by others if seen in this state.

This headache was becoming a hurdle to his enjoyment. It stopped him in the hideout when he was about to slaughter each one of them.

"You can't stop me." He screamed before smashing his head onto the tree next to him.

With each strike, the wound expanded on his forehead.

If it continued, his life could be in danger; his head felt numb.

"Killl, Kill..."

"Kill them all."

"Ha haa." He started following the remaining bandits.

The killing intent he released was so massive that they could feel it from far away; their bodies started losing control of it.

The tiredness caught up to them. It was as if death were saying, 'Give up, in their ears.

In this situation, they were not in complete control, and mistakes occurred as some of them lost their balance and injured their feet.

Only the ones with the toughest minds were able to keep moving; they bit their tongues to use pain to be awake.

'Arghh' cacophony of the screams of the bandits was created.

By the time the crimson-eyed demon hacked the necks of each one of them one by one, he could have used chakrams to do the job.

However, the pleasure it felt to eliminate them from his hands was immense; the scene when the crimson fluid was sprinkled out of their bodies was a piece of art for him.

Other beasts near this area retreated; they felt as if death itself were standing there, while beasts were generally unruly and knew their limits quite well.

No one dared cross paths with this maniac who was enjoying this carnage; he kept hunting them one by one.

Chasing was thrilling for him; he wanted them to use all their measures and then fail.

The more they hated him, the better, and the better they feared him. Emotions towards him made his killing intent stronger.

Right now, it was flowing out uncontrollably around him like waves in the sea; anyone who appeared near him was impacted by it.

The effect depends on their mental strength; low-level ones would die on the spot, decent ones would become bloodthirsty, and those with high mental strength would feel the impact.

'Thud' One more body fell; it was the vice leader, and after this, his eye fell on the last person.

It was the bandit leader; he was about to eliminate him when he sensed the presence of a runic mark on him.

"Not this time." He pounced toward the bandit leader and grabbed him by the neck.

The headache he felt increased, and his vessels expanded on his face.

His sword fell from his hands, and he felt his body get paralyzed.

'Boom!' An explosion took place that threw him back.

The bandit leader used this opportunity and landed countless attacks on him.

With his body bathing in blood, the boy before him stood in his place. Not a single groan left his mouth, even while being half burned.

'Khyaa' The bandit leader's sword, covered in a storm of fire, apprehended the opponent.

Chains of fire came out as he summoned his semi-zone. His sword moved closer to the opponent, and it was then that the eyes of the opponent opened.

There was no expression on his face as he calmly carried his sword with his bare hand.

"Youu, Bastar..."

"Shhh, Quiet." A cold, emotionless voice escaped his lips.

Chains appeared and surrounded his body, binding him. The next moment the bandit leader's eyes opened, he saw that the person before him had changed entirely.

He stood there neat and clean; his body had no injuries. The only thing the same was his emotionless face.