United States. New York City.
Year 2800.
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Jayden Logan sank into his seat. Uncertainty was always etched into his gaze, but today, it was far worse—almost painfully visible.
'What did I even write in those exams? How did it all play out?' he asked himself, pressing a trembling hand over his chest. His heartbeat throbbed against his palm, tight and fast with tension. 'English is unpredictable, and maths—who knows if I didn't write two instead of one.'
Around him, the atmosphere buzzed—alive, hot, and strained—despite the mounted AC units humming across the marble walls of Silvercliff Academy.
His nerves weren't just about the results—it was about what lay beyond them.
"My score today decides my destiny… my beast," he whispered, biting down on his finger.
"If not for the damn change and dad's high expetations, i wouldn't have to worry this much..." Jayden whispered, eyes closed as he reflected on the mutated history of the United States. "What do i call that day? A blessing or a curse."
Back in the year 2030, the United States was like any other nation. Ordinary. Predictable. Nothing out of the usual.
Until one day—everything changed. Or so history proclaimed.
It was a normal day. Clear skies. Calm air. Then, without warning, deep blue rain fell from above—unnatural and silent, without a single signal from the clouds. Strangely, it affected only one place on Earth:
The United States.
Panic was the first response. But it turned to horror when four dragons—massive and ancient—plummeted from the skies, crashing into the earth like a fallen god. The beast was enormous, its body stretching as long as a one-story building. Dead.
Unbelievable—yet undeniable. People screamed. Scientists assembled. The government took action. What some feared as apocalypse, the leaders saw as opportunity: a coincidence that could bring either the nation's rise... or its ruin.
But before any true experiment could begin, more changes unfolded.
It started in the wild.
Beasts in the forests, birds in the skies, fish in the rivers—creatures of all shapes and forms began mutating. The deep blue rain had fused mana into the very fabric of existence: the air, the oceans, even the crust of the earth. Plants. Insects. Living things breathed mana into their blood, and with it, a core—a nucleus that allowed them to evolve, grow, and mutate beyond their natural limits.
But there were consequences.
The entire United States became saturated with mana—so concentrated it poisoned the land itself. Humans began dying by the millions.
Only 45% of the population survived the mana poisoning. And of that, a strange miracle: 15% were immune—completely untouched by the deadly effects of mana. Scientists would later discover why.
They were the poor. The desperate. Those who had walked directly under the blue rain—no shelter, no protection—driven only by the need to survive their brutal, everyday lives. They hadn't run. They hadn't hid. They had endured.
And so, that 15% became known as the First Generation of Beast Tamers—humans capable of taming mana-infused beasts without fear mana poisoning.
Years passed.
And with time, experiments continued under a rising organization:
MAGEO — Mana Adaptation & Genetic Evolution Organization.
They studied the fallen dragon's body, mapping the flow of mana through its veins. To their astonishment, it matched the patterns of blood in humans. Mana wasn't magic—it was biology. It moved through the body as naturally as breath or blood.
Generations passed. Evolution accelerated. Mammalian biology adapted.
Humans learned to control mana—not just wield it, but bond with it. They formed contracts with mana-infused beasts, fusing body and soul into one. A new era had begun.
This marked the rise of the Second Generation Tamers. Those who could form contract. Though all descendants of the original 45% could contract with beasts, only the lineage of the 15% remained fully immune to mana poisoning—an advantage that made them elite.
"Yahh...I'm categoried as a second generation tamer no matter the beast I gain today" Jayden muttered, nodding slightly.
'Then came the greatest breakthrough.' He continued his reflection,
Scientists discovered a way to extract and reconfigure the genes of dead dragons. Using patches of original dragon flesh—kept alive by impossibly dense mana—they bioengineered smaller dragons. Once the gene sequences were complete, they jolted the tissue with high-frequency electric currents... and the dragons awoke.
Life returned.
There were twenty-five in total—only twenty-five successful rebirths. Countless failures had claimed the rest, so the scientists made the masses believe. And because of this rarity, only the wealthiest and most powerful individuals in the nation could afford one.
Each dragon carried a unique legacy—a legendary technique drawn from one of the four primal forces: Earth, Water, Wind, or Fire. Masters of these elements, the dragons wielded them with terrifying precision—flawless grace that no other beast could match.
From this, a new breed of warrior emerged.
The Third Generation Tamers.
Tamers bound to dragons. Tamers who could reach the highest evolutionary tier: SSS Rank.
No other creature—be it bird, beast, plant, or insect—could match them.
Insects? Pathetic. Even when completely cultivated they manage to reach their peak between D-Rank Tier 3 to Tier 1, or at best C-Rank Tier 3 to Tier 1 at maturity.
Other beasts had their own classifications, but even among species, their potential varied wildly depending on lineage and mana compatibility.
Studies were still ongoing. But one thing was certain:
The United States had been transformed forever.
All because of a single day.
Studies had been made, and ultimately, the entire United States was reshaped by the invent of a single day.
Especially the educational sector.
While basic education remained intact, the university level had evolved into something far different—it now revolved solely around beast training, the only future the government deemed worthy for its citizens.
Students grew impatient with time, aching for the moment they could finally bond with a beast. Many even read beyond their level out of sheer interest. But there was one problem with that...
The SATs—Scholastic Assessment Tests—would determine everything.
The higher your score, the stronger the beast granted to you by the government. The lower... well, let's just say not everyone walked out smiling.
It was all to ensure proper cultivation of young minds before they chose which beast path to pursue.
The SAT results were revealed during the graduation ceremony of 12th grade students. And today... was that day. The day dreams would rise—or shatter.
"This is the same day people dream of, and here I am drowning in nerves. It could be the worst —or the best—day of my life… assuming my luck's battery is still fully charged."