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Bab 2: And I Started To Be One

Eratz's parents had sacrificed much to send him to Genova Academy, putting all their dreams and efforts in him, but that dream shattered when he was expelled, accused of cheating and aggression.

When he returned home, his family was livid. His father paced back and forth, while his mother looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and disgust.

"Do you have any idea how much we've sacrificed for you?" his father shouted, his face red with fury. "When will you stop being a burden to this family? I didn't raise a criminal!"

His mother's words were even colder.

"You're going to go back there and apologize to that girl you assaulted. After that, we're sending you to your aunt's. We don't want you here anymore."

Eratz tried to explain the truth, how he had been set up by Kenny, how the accusation was false, but his parents refused to listen.

"Enough with your lies!" his father shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "I don't want to hear any more excuses!"

Eratz fell silent, knowing that no words could penetrate their anger. He realized they had already made up their minds, casting him as the villain without even trying to understand his side. As they berated him, the weight of their disappointment crushed him in ways he hadn't expected. Words hurt more than any physical blow. He felt broken, incapable of feeling anything anymore, not even resentment. All he could do was nod in silence.

In the following weeks, his isolation grew. His parents hid the truth from their neighbors, pretending he was merely expelled for poor performance. His mother kept his younger brother and sister away from him, fearing a "sexual agression virus."

He had become the shame of the family, a failure, an outcast, a disgrace.

His salvation came when he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle in the countryside. It was a modest house with a small garden, but it was a world away from the suffocating hell of his parents' home.

The little family ressembles his in appearance, his aunt, Cassie, was Ishtarian like him and his mother, but his uncle Roger was a native of the country like his father. They knew about his situation, but when he arrived, they welcomed him without hesitation.

Upon his arrival, Roger led him to the attic, which they had converted into a bedroom. "Sorry it's a bit cramped," Roger said, placing Eratz's bags down. "But it's the best we could do on short notice."

Cassie, however, grumbled.

"It would've been done sooner if someone hadn't spent all day fishing."

Roger rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I was trying to catch something for a feast to welcome him."

Eratz stood quietly, listening to their playful argument. Their lightheartedness was a stark contrast to the oppressive silence he had endured at home.

Later, they sat down for dinner, and though the meal was simple, they had prepared it with care. But Eratz couldn't shake the tension inside him.

"Why aren't you asking me why I'm here?" Eratz finally broke the silence. He couldn't understand why they were treating him so kindly, despite knowing what his parents had said about him.

Roger looked up.

"What do you mean? You're our nephew. Of course, we'd take care of you."

Cassie nodded.

"We've known you since you were a baby, Eratz. You wouldn't do something horrible."

Eratz stared down at his plate.

"You know what they told you. Why don't you ask me what really happened?"

Cassie and Roger exchanged a glance, their cheerful expressions turning serious. It wasn't about believing or not, but an horrible story had been spread and Eratz had never been able to tell his own version.

"If it'll help you feel better," Roger said gently, "we can listen to your side of the story."

And so, Eratz told them everything. He recounted how he had found the device in Professor Rowan's office while cleaning, how Lisa had tried to steal it, and how Kenny had twisted the story to frame him. As he spoke, he could feel some of the pain lifting, like a weight slowly being chipped away.

By the end of his tale, Cassie was furious.

"That little bitch," she muttered, reaching for her phone. "I'll drag your mother here and make her apologize for everything."

But Eratz shook his head.

"Don't call them. I don't want to go back."

Cassie hesitated.

"Eratz, they're your parents. They need to know what they did to you."

"No," Eratz said firmly, his voice colder than before. "Even if they believed me now, it wouldn't change anything. They didn't listen when I needed them. You did. You and uncle Roger, you're the ones who believed in me. You treated me more like a parent that they ever did."

His voice was calm, too calm for a boy who had been through so much. Something had changed in him. His green eyes had changed, now glowing with a reddish hue as if reflecting the fire of his burning emotions. His transformation was not just physical, but mental.

Cassie and Roger exchanged another glance, both realizing how deeply the academy and his family's betrayal had scarred him.

"I've decided what I'm going to do," Eratz said, staring at the glowing red orb of fire that had appeared in his palm, a manifestation of his bond with the fire spirit. "I'll rise to the top, not to prove anything to them, but for myself, for you, and for Colin."


Bab 3: Awakening? The Power Of Genetics

After that night, Eratz knew something had changed. His body felt different, stronger, more responsive. The air around him seemed sharper, every sound and movement in the surroundings felt more intense, like he was sensing too many things at once.

It wasn't just physical. His mind had changed too.

He had always known that strength was the key to power. Being at an academy could have helped him build his name, but now, out here on his own, he had to make a name from scratch.

And that didn't bother him one bit. It drove him. He needed strength, and he would do whatever it took to get it.

The forest behind his uncle's house was his perfect hunting ground. It was teeming with magical creatures, not too strong to be a threat, perfect for training.

Early that morning, with the sun just starting to rise, Eratz stepped into the dense trees. His red orb swirled around him, and for the first time, he truly felt connected to it. It wasn't just a power he could use it was part of him.

As he moved deeper into the woods, the noises of the creatures around him grew louder. He could hear every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig. More than that, he could feel them. It was like his senses were tuned to every living thing nearby.

A branch cracked to his left. The red orb of light beside him stilled, and his body tensed. From behind a bush, a small, horned rabbit leaped out.

[Name: Rabboot]

Affinity: None

Rank: Common

Abilities: Quick Step]

The information appeared in his mind instantly, like the rabbit was speaking directly to him. He blinked in surprise. Before, it had taken him time and focus to sense a creature's strength, but now it was as easy as blinking.

"What...?" he muttered under his breath.

He crouched low, moving quietly. As he did, he concentrated, and suddenly, he could feel it the presence of every creature around him. Not just the rabbit, but others, too.

"… Fifteen, no, twenty-five…" He grinned to himself. "A whole nest."

But before he could think more about it, quick footsteps approached. A black shape darted out of the shadows toward him, moving fast.

[Name: Vulpan]

Affinity: Darkness

Rank: Common

Abilities: Acuity]

A large, black fox stood before him, eyes glowing with menace. It was bigger than normal, its sharp fangs bared. The red flames around Eratz flared brighter, reacting to the creature's aggression.

But this time, the power felt different. It flowed easily, almost without effort.

The Vulpan leaped at him, claws aimed straight for his chest. Eratz barely flinched. A burst of fire exploded from his hands, and in an instant, the fox was thrown back, its body rolling across the ground. Its fur was charred, still smoking as it struggled to get up.

Eratz looked down at his hands, wide-eyed. The fight had ended almost before it had begun.

"What... is happening to me?" he whispered.

His heart raced with excitement. He felt stronger, faster, like his body was running on pure adrenaline. He remembered something Rowan had told him long ago about his Ishtarian blood.

"There's a legend about your people, some say Ishtarians are more like beasts than humans. If their power awakens, it's like tapping into something wild, something primal."

Eratz clenched his fists, feeling the power surging through him. Was this what Rowan meant? Was he awakening some kind of beast power within himself?

The Vulpan, still limping but determined, charged at him again. But this time, Eratz was ready. He stepped aside, dodging the creature easily. It flew past him, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a small fireball right into its side. The beast crashed to the ground, too injured to continue.

Eratz grinned. This was easier than he expected.

But he wasn't finished yet. He wanted to test something.

"Let's see if I can really do this," he muttered.

He gathered his aura, focusing it into a dome around himself and the wounded Vulpan. The air around him thickened, pulsing with power. This was spiritual pressure, the key to taming beasts. Every true beast tamer could use it to dominate a beast's will, the success rate depending on their power and affinity.

The Vulpan struggled, trying to resist, but Eratz's pressure was too much. Slowly, the beast's body dissolved into shadows, swirling around him before vanishing entirely.

Eratz stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened.

"… Did I actually tame it?" he asked aloud, still stunned.

To confirm, he let a small bit of his energy flow out. A shadowy shape appeared beside him, forming into the familiar shape of the Vulpan, its glossy black fur shimmering in the light. But something was different this time, there was no aggression in its eyes, only a calm, almost curious look.

Eratz knelt down, reaching out to touch the fox's head. It hesitated, then leaned into his hand, accepting the gesture.

"I actually did it," he said, his voice filled with disbelief. "I tamed my first beast."

He couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. His heart was racing, not from fear but from excitement. If he could tame a Vulpan, what else could he do? How far could this power take him?

Just then, movement in the bushes caught his attention. He looked up and saw more glowing eyes. A pack of Vulpans was slowly advancing, their gaze fixed on him.

Eratz stood up, fire flickering around his hands once more. He looked at the approaching creatures, his grin widening.

"Good," he said quietly, his voice steady. "More volunteers."

The hunt was just beginning.


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