The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth



Countless muscular humanoid creatures could be seen chasing the three children. Amar was at the front, with his other two friends beside him. The bodyguards were not able to buy enough time for them to escape; they were a little away from the exit.

They ran at their full speed, but the girl was a mage; she soon became tired, and her legs stopped working as she fell. "Help me!" she asked her friends, raising her hand, only to find them ignoring her.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She clenched her staff tightly and pointed at her two friends. Gathering all the mana inside her, she cast a giant fireball at them. "Die with me."

The massive fireball started approaching the two. "This bitch," said Amar as he used his dash skill and moved back from the area of impact. The other boy raised his shield and used his defensive skills to block the attack.

'Boom!' A massive explosion took place in the narrow cave. The boy caught in the explosion shot back and hit the wall. His half-body had burned in the spell, but he was still not crippled and slowly stood up.

Amar also started to run again; he and his friend were just a few meters away. The girl slammed her fist into the ground in frustration. She could feel her death approaching her, but what she hated most was the other two escaping. "I curse you both to follow me, she said before countless savage beasts jumped on her and tore her body into pieces.

It was as if nature had decided to fulfill her last request. The shadow of Amar shook before a hand appeared from it and caught both of his feet. "Help me, it's just fifty meters."

His legs got injured from falling on the rock at full speed. He tried to stand up, but found that his body was not able to muster up enough strength. "Shit! Which rock did my legs collide with? I can't see anything."

He asked for help from his followers, whom he treated like a friend; the boy was too scared to receive the same feet as others. He didn't even turn his head, and he kept running.

Amar looked at him and screamed, "Bastard! My dad would not leave you alone if I died, and only you survived. I am giving you my last chance. I promise I will forget everything."

The boy stopped momentarily, reconceiving his thoughts, but his feet moved by themselves when he looked at the countless orcs charging. If he went back, he was sure to die.

"Chicckk" The orcs jumped at the boy who tried to push them away; they tore apart his flesh with their mouths, not willing to wait and distribute. The others kept charging at the last one but soon found out they could not move.

Five shadows flickered around before entering the shadow of the last boy. He felt a chill behind him but kept running. He entered the exit, and his body disappeared the next moment. A mace smashed the area where he was standing, but he had already escaped.

***

"I never would have thought you would be such a chill person, Rishi," said a man.

"You know nothing about him; he is called by many names. Which title do you think represents you the most?" asked the other middle-aged man sharing the same table.

Rishi looked at the man before him; his lips curled up into a smile. "Only the people who know me the most can understand me best; all other titles were given to me by others just seeing me for some time."

"However, the people of my town have seen me since childhood. So I believe the title given by them represents me the most. He said that after taking a sip of his wine, his body saw it as poison, so he could not get drunk no matter how much he drank.

"Oh, what title did they give you? Something like the chosen one," asked the man, rubbing his brown beard.

"Ha ha," laughed Rishi. "Something similar but not the same."

"Come on, share with us; I am curious now," said the other person on his left.

The white-haired boy smiled, looking at the man before him, who was rather quiet. "Aren't you curious? Why are you not saying anything? he asked.

"I am also curious; tell us, said the man.

The smile on Rishi's face disappeared; he brought his neck toward the center and singled out others to come closer. When they appeared, he said in a low voice, The cursed one. That's the title they gave me. A chill ran through the area around them, and they suddenly felt heavy.

The brown-beard man wiped his sweat and laughed. "That was a nice one; you really got me for a moment."

"Ha haa" other guy joined; they thought he was pulling their legs. However, the man sitting opposite him didn't laugh. He could still feel the shivers on his back, as if his words were pointed at him.

He was about to join them when he heard a slight buzz, and his smartphone vibrated. He looked at it and saw that there were three missed calls. He stood up and said, "You guys enjoy; I have an urgent call to attend."

Passing by the dance floor, he tried to pick up the call but could not hear anything clearly. He closed his other ear as he came outside. "I can't hear you; wait for a moment."

Exiting the hotel, he could hear everything clearly: "Why have you called me? Didn't I tell you to call me only if it was urgent?

Hello, Elder, it's urgent. I have received the news that the young master passed away in the accident," a shaky voice said from the other side.

"Are you drunk? It's not time to joke around; I would have ripped your mouth apart if you sprouted this bullshit again, he said as the grip on his phone tightened.

"Why would I joke around with you, elder? I have just gotten this information. You can clarify whether it's true or not," said the voice from the other side in a firm voice.

"Just wait? Let me check if this information is wrong. I am coming straight to your location to sew your mouth, so you know the price of lying to me." He said this before he handed up the call.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he opened the contacts and called a number. The other person answered the call and replied, "Wait, let me ask if something like that happened."

He moved around from one side to another, holding onto his phone with one hand and wiping his sweat using a handkerchief from the other. The little wait was making him anxious.