“Have you heard? President Chen of the Federation Beast Taming Academy used to be a down-and-out nobody raising mongrels in the suburbs!”
“Bull! Old Demon Chen commands thirteen world-ending divine beasts. You’re telling me he started out raising mongrels?”
“Why would I lie? At the national championship, he walked onto the field with a yellow dog and smashed the other team’s purebred ice dragon with one slap, then took the trophy! And when the S-class calamity siren rampaged in the East Sea, that little black dog of his swallowed it whole!”
“Damn… that was a mongrel? What top-tier heavenly treasures did he feed it?!”
…
Meanwhile, inside one of the Federation’s finest estates,
Chen Fan looked at the terrifying ferocious beast before him, its aura threatening to destroy the world, and silently pulled out half a sausage that was nearly past its expiration date.
“Sigh, I wanted to feed it heavenly treasures too, but I was so poor back then. How could I afford Beast Taming? I could only feed it this.”
The moment he finished speaking, the world-ending beast wagged its tail furiously and flopped onto the ground without a shred of dignity, drooling all over the floor:
“Woof!!”
[Beast Taming] [casual spectating] [ordinary people rising to the top] [wildly imaginative wish-fulfillment] [play the pig to eat the tiger]
This is not a beast-controlling novel. It should be called a beast-driving novel (there are thirteen dogs at the beginning, and I think there will be more later) 1: I have been raising beasts since I was a child (probably). Anyway, I didn't see the contract. I raised thirteen at the beginning. 2: No contract required 3: There is no space for controlling beasts 4: There is no feedback from people. People are just crispy. 5: No one has seen anyone practicing. It's unclear and there's no explanation. If you open it, you can help other beasts evolve. There are thirteen dogs around you at the beginning. The enemy also cultivated himself 🙂 (It was easy to kill someone in that era) He didn't know what the world was like, he didn't know what his country was like, he didn't know what his city was like, he didn't even know what his school was like. He just knew that his home was a small breeding farm.
[Bookshelf plus one] Keep up the good work
Why, no contract?