"I am sorry to say, but your class is a Beast Master." Imdiately, the excitent that Eryndor felt was gone, as it was replaced by dread.
"Beast Master?" His voice carried a hint of disbelief.
"Please, you have to check again! There is no way I am a Beast Master!"
"Eryndor," the man clad in black robe spoke as he took the orb out of Eryndor's hands.
"There are no mistakes in the test, you have awakened the Beast Master class."
All Eryndor could do now was grit his teeth in frustration, cursing inwardly.
'Why? Why did it have to be the most cursed class of them all?'
Knowing that there was a line behind him waiting to enter the room and be tested for their classes, all Eryndor could do was bow slightly and exit the room.
"Hey man, what class did you get?" His best friend asked, clearly in a good mood.
"Truth be told, I'm a Paladin! Can you imagine as a Paladin? I can't wait, I heard in the future I'll be able to subjugate demons with ease!"
His friend turned his head, looking at Eryndor. "So what did you get?"
Eryndor awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he answered, "You know it's not polite to ask such questions. Besides, this information is supposed to be secret…"
"Oh, co on!" his friend lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "You can be honest with . I swear I won't tell anyone."
'We've been friends since we were children… so maybe it's fine to tell him, right?'
"A Beast Master, my class is a Beast Master," Eryndor spoke awkwardly as he thought inwardly.
'Sure, it may be the most despised class, but so what? I will prove everybody wrong! Just because of my class doesn't an I'll beco so kind of cold-blooded killer!'
Eryndor's friend's eyes widened slightly. "I-I see, well, not much we can do about it, right?"
A fake smile appeared on his face.
"Hey, I was wondering if we were going to the ca-"
"Sorry," his friend interrupted him as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"I just rembered I have sothing to do… maybe next ti?"
Eryndor laughed awkwardly, "Sure, next ti."
This was the last ti Eryndor saw his best friend.
*****
A table flew across the room as it shattered into multiple pieces.
"WHAT DO YOU AN YOU ARE A BEAST TAR?" His father's furious shout made Eryndor tremble slightly in fear.
"Father, li-"
"Is that why I have looked after you for almost two decades? To return to as a Beast Master?!" His father interrupted him, his voice growing angrier and angrier.
"Honey!" His mother cald down his father. "It's fine, he will just not ta beasts, alright?"
Suddenly, Eryndor's mother shifted her gaze to him, but her eyes weren't loving or gentle as usual, this ti, they bore wariness, almost fear.
"Eryndor… you will not ta anything, right?"
"Y-yes, Mother," under her piercing gaze, all he could do was stutter as he answered.
"But," Eryndor's father put a hand on his head.
"Being a Beast Master, he is essentially useless! How is he going to make money? We're so close to being thrown out onto the streets as we struggle with our debt!"
"It's alright, honey, we will find a way."
This was how the talk with his parents about his class went.
"I will show you," Eryndor muttered under his breath.
Wanting to hide that he was a beast tar, he took a jobs anonymously and solo them with the intention to earn money and improve his family situation.
Pretty quickly, he saw that he had a talent, as it turned out, the blessing he had received from his god was quite powerful.
He tad multiple Rare beasts and quickly earned money as he completed the jobs.
At first, his parents questioned how he got so much money, but as they were in desperate need of it, they didn't object and accepted it.
One day, Eryndor was in the forest when he saw the corpses of dozens of Rare beasts lying on the ground.
He fell to his knees, only to see a three-headed beast bigger than a house glaring at him with hungry eyes.
'This is the mont I will die,' he thought… but sothing unexpected happened—he tad the beast.
He managed to ta an Epic beast!
'Finally, my countless hours of practice have been rewarded!' he thought as he returned ho.
'Now there is no way they won't recognize !' he thought with a smile.
Since taming the beast, he had begun to hear so strange voices in his head, but he easily ignored them.
He was looking forward to seeing how proud his parents would be.
"Ple-ase get out," his mother stuttered, her pupils widening in horror.
"Mother, I-"
"Please leave us alone…" his father interjected.
"But I did it for y-"
"We don't have a son anymore! Please leave!" his mother scread.
At their words, all he could do was exit the room in silence, but not before putting his savings on the table.
'They need it more than … they are just confused at the mont. I am sure, with ti, they will see reason,' he thought.
The next day, Eryndor was surrounded by warriors and mages.
"Sir Eryndor! It is suspected that you have tad an Epic beast—an act strictly forbidden by the law. As such, your execution will be carried out at once!"
'How? Who ratted out?' Eryndor thought. He hadn't spoken about his beast to anyone… except…
Shifting his gaze, he saw his parents looking from the distance.
'My parents ratted out? Even after all I have done for them?'
After that, everything was a blur.
When Eryndor ca back to his senses, the whole city was in ruins, and he was standing over his parents' corpses with a smile on his face.
He let out a sigh as he muttered, "Then so be it. I will beco exactly what you were afraid of."
Eryndor went on a rampage, destroying nurous cities on his path as he headed toward the capital of the empire.
He even managed to ta a second Epic beast along the way.
And now he was standing above a man with white hair and green, cat-like eyes.
"My na is Eryndor… what is yours?" he asked.
The white-haired man, though he could hardly breathe, replied,
"Why would you care?"
"Because I respect other Beast Masters. I want to at least rember your na before I kill you."
The white-haired man chuckled weakly before answering,
"It's Zaroth… but you're wrong, Eryndor. Today isn't the day I die—it's the day you et your end."
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