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Tamer: Clyde [Unranked]
Bonded Beast(s): 0 (Locked)
Rank: N/A
Codex Integrity: 94% [Error Detected]
Reverse bonding Detected: 1
Beast Type: Dragon
1. Beast Records
2. Bond Tracker
3. Tamer Stats
4. Skill Grimoire
5. Growth Gauge
6. Hidden Pages (Locked)
HP: 500/500
Stamina: 210/210
Beast Handling: E
Combat Skill: E+
Willpower: D+
Next Rank Up: 0/500 Beast Points
(Beast Points earned by subduing, defeating, or taming beasts)
— Soul Core —
Current Rank: Awakened
Next Rank: Attainer
Soul Core Link: Beast Core
— Soul Core Progression —
Awakener – Level 1
Attainer – Level 150
Souless – Level 305
Hunter – Level 450
Former – Level 650
Tamer – Level 800
Lord – Level 999
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He stared at the status screen for a long while, trying to make out if what he saw was what it actually meant.
"Is this a catalogue of my stats?" he murmured to himself more than the dragon.
"But it shouldn't be possible, the old man said the only way for a beast tamer to actually awaken his soul core was by taming a beast, so how?"
The dragon didn't answer his question. It simply turned around, backing him as it spoke.
[When you wake up, you should be stronger than you are now, then we'll talk.]
Before he could process the dragon's words, his head started spinning, and his vision became blurry within the next instant, almost like he was now seeing visions of another world.
His hearing became distorted, and the dragon's words sounded like a dream to him. His body started overheating, his tongue tasting like pepper, while his temperature shot up by 45 degrees.
He felt like he was put close to an erupting volcano. The heat surged through his veins, leaving him gasping for air.
"What... what's happening to me?" he whispered as he staggered, trying to hold onto something while his body became weaker.
[Your body has to process the contract, so until then, you will be unconscious,] it explained, watching him without reacting.
After the words of the dragon sank into his skull, he fell to the ground, and everything sank into an endless silhouette of darkness.
The sun rays brushed against his skin in a golden hue. Even with his eyes closed, he saw the bright light through his eyelids, and it immediately jolted him awake from his unconscious mind.
He felt a wet surface brush against his face before he opened his eyes to a rodent sitting on him. It stared at him, and he stared back at it the same way. It took a while before his mind recognized it, and he immediately threw a tantrum.
"What the heavenly bullshit is this?" he cursed as he sat upright quickly.
He grabbed the creature, gripping it firmly, and tossed it far away. A loud thud was heard from where it landed at the far end of the forest.
He held his head as his headache returned. He started rubbing his temples to see if he could recall anything at all.
'What the hell was that? And how the hell did I get here? I thought it was all a dream?!'
He raised his head to the area where the dragon was, but it was gone, no sign of it anywhere.
'So it was a dream then? And I was probably sleepwalking! Ahh, that makes sense.' He smiled, subtly happy that he wasn't going insane by seeing dragons.
"I have to get back to the old man's place before he gets worried about my whereabouts," he murmured as he took to a sprint.
He used his memory of the landmarks he left the night before to hurry back to the small cottage-like bungalow.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the place, the slimy trail from the night before still sticky and fresh.
'Right, I forgot about the frog-like monster! I must have fainted from chasing it, then?' He pulled a stop, his thoughts now crashing together, making him confused.
'Wait... if the frog-like monster is real, then the dragon?' He gasped, spinning around to look at the fence.
He climbed over it, following the trail down to the horse's stable. It was exactly as it was in his dream, nothing different.
'This shouldn't be possible. Dragons are rare and shouldn't be seen easily. Also, why would it spare my life?'
A hand tapped his shoulder lightly, causing him to react violently, jumping backwards quickly before he realised it was that of the old man's.
The old man also jolted in fear, moving a few steps backwards as precaution, while placing a hand on his chest out of fright.
"I'm so sorry for reacting like that," he apologised immediately.
He relaxed his hand, taking a deep breath as the tension subsided.
"It's fine, sunny. I thought something had happened to you," he opened up, relaxing his already tensed muscles.
"I didn't see you this morning when I woke up, I searched everywhere but only found your bag laying there, so I thought something had happened to you."
"When I came back here, I found you standing, and for a second, I thought the beast got you and took over your body, but I guess everything is fine."
Clyde stood there staring at him like he didn't understand what he was saying.
"I'm alright, sir, nothing happened to me," he chuckled to ease the tension further.
"Come inside then, I have breakfast prepared for you," he added, patting Clyde on the back.
Clyde nodded, running up and picking up his bag before he joined the old man inside.
"You said your name was Jonathan, wasn't it, sir?" he asked as the old man unlocked the front door.
"Yes, it is. Funny name, isn't it?" he chuckled as he finally unlocked the door.
"No," he laughed, "that's not what I meant, just wanted to recall something a bit."
The door slid open, and the living room was exposed. From his view, it looked like a typical Chinese setting.
He stepped through the entrance and was welcomed to a serene view.
The space was bathed in warm sunlight filtering through intricate lattice wooden windows, casting patterned shadows across the stone floor.
The walls, ceiling, and furniture were crafted from dark, polished wood, with fine carvings and geometric lattice designs that reflected traditional Chinese aesthetics.
At the center back of the room sat a pair of wooden armchairs with cushions, placed in front of a hanging landscape scroll painting, creating a focal point of cultural refinement.
Surrounding them were smaller side tables and chairs, arranged neatly and symmetrically, emphasizing balance and harmony in the layout.
The ceiling featured hanging red lanterns and tassels, enhancing the warm, ceremonial atmosphere. The entire room exuded a sense of elegance, history, and scholarly dignity, likely intended as a place for conversation, tea-drinking, poetry, or intellectual gatherings.
It felt like stepping into a preserved piece of Ming or Qing dynasty architecture, where artistry, symmetry, and natural light all worked together to create a refined ambience.
"Wow, this dude's got taste!" he whispered to himself with a gasp as he stepped through the doors to his new life.