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Is It Wrong to Try to Tame Monsters in a Dungeon? (Written seriously)

Draconic_Terror
Important Notice: This is a more seriously written version of my other story of the same title. It is written in an attempt to realize the potential I was wasting in the idea of a tamer. It was only possible because RikuKage helped me with suggestions for the foundation of the plot and the balancing of the skills. Go check out his works, might see something you want to read there. Important Notice 2: The style might change as this is the first story I tried to find a specific style with. I had ruined it by using a bot to assist me on the first 6 or so chapters. The style change might be somewhat drastic because of that. Once I found a style to settle with, I will rewrite the early chapters in said style. -------------- Finding himself in a world he knows little about, a young adult tries to find his bearings. He ventures the wilds in the company of unlikely people and heads to the place where all gather, where many trials await him. -------------- What you will read below is included in the auxiliary disclaimer chapter that will include other things. Though not necessary, I recommend reading the disclaimer chapter. Currently, the update schedule is going to be in batches, where I upload a chapter per day (8PM GMT+3) starting from Saturdays, until the chapters of that batch run out. Another very important thing is that the story starts with a lot of build-up. Be aware that the first 17 chapters will be before he reaches Orario. Disclaimer: Any reference I make in this fanfiction does not belong to me. It belongs to its respective owner.
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The Infinite Weave

Reality is not solid. It is interpreted. Across existence stretch invisible Threads that bind together time, memory, causality, fate, and countless unseen laws. Most beings live and die without ever perceiving them. But some awaken. Those who perceive the Threads begin touching the deeper structure of reality itself. Some become Regressors—beings capable of moving through fractured sequences of time. Others ascend further, becoming Concept Users, individuals whose understanding allows reality to partially accept their interpretation of existence. The strongest are feared not for power alone, but because the world itself begins agreeing with them. Above all stand the Seven Thrones: Life. Death. Order. Chaos. Void. Probability. Perfection. They are not rulers. They are the laws by which reality stabilizes itself. But stability is not the same as truth. When Eryndor survives a regression event that should have erased him, he becomes something reality cannot properly define. Not yet a Concept User. Not yet a monster. But an inconsistency. As hidden wars unfold between the Imperium, ancient dragons, Concept bearers, and forces that exist beneath interpretation itself, Eryndor begins uncovering fragments of a forgotten existence erased from reality long ago. And buried within those fragments lies something impossible: Origin. The point from which meaning itself begins. If the Thrones are the laws of existence— then Origin may be the place those laws were first written. And if reality discovers what Eryndor is becoming— it may decide he was never meant to exist at all.
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