Chapter 9: Seems to be the hardest part
Jomel eyed the sliver-looking Badger-or-wolverine like Soul-Beast.
He plans to tame it next.
He stood up he looks up at the giant crocodile, he controlled his will energy carefully, afraid that he would mess up.
And then,
Swish!
Swirl!
The giant crocodile was sucked inside his body like it was sucked into a whirlpool.
It drilled into the center of his head like it was sucked in a whirlpool willingly without fear and resistance.
The Soul-Beast Tamer will hold an eight-Soul-Beast inside them.
One to the head, one to each shoulder, one to each foot, one to the chest, one to the heart, and one to the private part of a woman or male Soul-Beast Tamer.
The enhancement is analogous to how if a Soul-Beast Tamer tamed one Soul-Beast, the difference will be felt in the Soul-Beast Tamer's entire body and Soul.
The strengthening would be distributed uniformly across Soul-Beast Tamer's body.
Soul-Space refers to the containers inside the body that host Soul-Beasts.
When a beast is stored, a tattoo appears on the Soul-Beast tamer's body parts where it was stored.
A tattoo will show up arbitrarily on the portion where it was put away, like for case, on the off chance that Soul-Beast Tamer put away their Soul-Beast on their right arm.
It seems to show up on the back of their bear, front of it, upper arm, cubital fossa, lower arm, and the palm of their hand or back of it, etc.
Once they put away their monster interior, they cannot evacuate, supplant, or take it absent there and after that put another Soul-beast on it.
They said that they can as it were tame three Soul-Beasts on level one to level one hundred.
Jomel hair rises up and after, that with a bothersome feeling, a tattoo of a crocodile showed up on the cleared outside of his face.
His skin was supplanted, the skin slowly falls off of it but the irritating feeling that's making him chafed was presently gone.
but…
"Just kidding KEHEHE. The process not done yet, young soldier" The Vietnamese tall man smilingly appeared beside him so fast that he couldn't react.
The big Vietnamese man grabs his collar and then,
Woosh!
They appeared on a massive square metallic thick box with the fast movement of a tall Vietnamese officer or something.
Bang!
Jomel was thrown heavily like a rag-doll, because of the heavy impact, he felt compelled to vomit.
"Don't be a squeamish little soldier; that's all little scratch, alright! proceed to the next stage of taming, the most difficult one... Good luck! I pray you don't bleed to death! soldier-in-training KAHAHAHAHAHA"
The Giant Vietnamese man laughs maniacally, then added.
"I'll come back tomorrow, after that you will have to tame the next one, and then be sent to the battlefield KAHAHAHAHA!! So Good luck again! Young soldier KAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHA!."
The Vietnamese tall officer or something before disappearing while laughing maniacally
Jomel cursed him inside his head, but he was curious what was going to happen believing what the maniac said, after all, he has no reason to lie…
And a minute later nothing happened.
He started to feel anxious it feels like that fellow is fair tricking around, so he has chosen that he will step outside.
He was about to walk out when he unexpectedly solidified, sensing that something was wrong with his tattoo. It sounds like it's going inside, which is both irritating and complicated because it's becoming more grounded and more grounded, each diminutive at the same time.
He didn't touch it or move from his place, and he's perplexed that his pointless and babble inventions could screw up something about the process.
To begin with, it was fair on his tattoo on his face, but it seems the profound interior of him was unusually unpleasant.
Not inside his head, but in his body, it feels like a deep or penetrating pain. It got harder as he tried to run.
Creak!
Creak!
Snap!
A bone-cracking and snapping sound were heard, if some could see this, there are visible breaks or deformities on his body, a snap or grinding noise upon injury is becoming louder, as the pain became deeper!
Agghh!
Rip!
Enduring the pain, Jomel rip and folded his clothes while grinding his teeth, then he put it on his mouth and bit it harder.
His face is all red and veins swelling as a result of the discomfort he is experiencing.
But that's not all.
It likes deep inside, he is experiencing muscle and tissue pain, cramps, nausea, and exhaustion, as well as feeling dizzy at all times that makes him wanted to give up.
Fortunately, Jomel has a soldier body in the past that recognizes or has endured suffering, so he is still standing and surviving till now.
Chest pain, bone breaks, seizures, dizziness, jaundice, shortness of breath, and stomach swelling, he endured it all.
Crack!
His body is also making a creaking sound like when someone opens a door, but this time it's the sound of his bones breaking.
Rick!
The bone-breaking clamor was getting more grounded, a protuberance or mass beneath the skin, deadness or shivering from the torment inside him that he cannot comprehend, and know where it felt.
Blergh!
Redness, streaks from the disease location where the bone has grown, swelling, warmth at the infusion location where the bone snaps, diminished extend of movement, sickness, the misfortune of appetite.
He is losing himself, in case he looked at himself presently, he would take note of bone spikes coming out of his body, he is like a coral, but a boney one.
He screamed hysterically and painfully.
The thick metallic box he was in began to sound systematic strange noise...
Ziing sizing
The thick metallic box that Jomel was in, closed abruptly, but Jomel didn't notice that because he was feeling cloudy at the moment, and an extreme rage was building deep inside him.
Growl
At first, it was just a low growl, then a little more later…
Roar!
He screamed like an alligator bellowing.
He is not on himself, his body was now covered with reptilian scales and his mouth is protruding gigantic teeth while salivating.
The raging Jomel didn't have anything to vent his rage because he was in a closed space, he noticed a wall made of steel and with a swing of his arm.
Bang!
A small dent was created to that punch because he didn't have a choice but want to smash everything he can touch.
Bang!
Bang!
The bones all over his body that look like coral began to crack one by one due to the punches that he released, his scales began to fall off.
It was still painful because his body is not healing up, but he is so numb that he ignored it.
Blood splashes everywhere on the ground, and to the metal wall, that he was confined in.
A day later…
Zingg!
Ziiziingg!!
zing!
Someone entered with a sound of the opening of the thick metallic box that Jomel was confined with.
Inside, Jomel was lying on the ground with dry drops of blood all over the place.
"KAHAHAHAHAHA! You look like a mess young soldier.."
The state of the body is weak, his bones and muscle spasm are all seen and his lip is dry.
Jomel opened his eyes to the noise, and looks up in the direction of that…
He remembered that this guy is the officer like something that threw him here.
"You are just like the other guy KAHAHAHAHA! You both look like a mess, and both chose a Bone Chomper Soul-Beast KAHAHAHAHAHA!.."
"Hurry up! and released your beast and touched it, you will know what I mean.. KAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Jomel just stared at him.
Noticing that the atmosphere was awkward the tall Vietnamese spoke up disappointedly.
"Tch! Boring.."
He took something out of pocket and threw it to Jomel.
"Kiddo that card can do almost, Imma let you borrow it for now.." He spoke seriously and then laugh maniacally "KAHAHAHAHA! After you are done playing dead, rest and eat before doing what I told you to do.."
"You only have three days before the war… better hurry up young kiddo KAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After that, the tall Vietnamese officer is gone again.
A minute later Jome stood up wobbly. jomel saw a beautiful nurse waiting for him, and then he calmly said "I want to eat first,"
The beautiful nurse nodded and replied, "Follow me.."
The nurse escorted him to a cafeteria...
The food was plentiful, so he ordered a lot of it, and he started to eat without caring if everyone was watching him.
His rugged appearance made him look like a hungry beggar who hadn't eaten in a year.
There are different forms of meat from the soul beast, but he didn't seem to notice and preferred to feed.
The pretty nurse didn't mind his attitude; it's obvious that she was used to it; most of them even hit on her.
Well, Jomel didn't.
He asks the nurse after done eating to take him to the resting area.
He is not used to lights on when sleeping, but now in his situation, he didn't mind it at all.
Eight hours later.
Jomel opened his eyes energetically, he scanned the whole surroundings and remembered what happened yesterday.
He called out the nurse.
Then several minutes later she came.
Wearing his normal uniform with bloodstains on it that medical attendants didn't bother to alter to maintain a strategic distance from disturbing his rest.
Jomel stood up and taken after the nurse.
He was inquisitive approximately what will happen or what is it like once he touches him because he is now a tamer, if he meditated and concentrate his consciousness can enter his body and his contracted Soul-Beast inside his soul-space
He is like strolling in cloud nine when they are on the way to the testing area.
Because at long last, he is now an official Soul-Beast tamer- hindering his contemplations, he finally made it.
With overwhelming breathing, he touched his brow then…
-- Gift
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