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The Seven Demon's Tamer Chapter 15: The Red-Eastern Guild Leader
*Flip. Flip. Flip.*Dwang Sung, the leader of the Red-Easter guild himself, flipped through the pages of the newly printed newspaper, sipping the coffee from the cup in his right hand."Is that so...Someone successfully contracted a beast from the demon plain.""Y... Yes... Mm... Master Sung."His personal servant, who had brought the newspaper to him, remained in his bowed position as he spoke. Ming Fan had served the master for over a decade, even since before he created the Red-Eastern guild, yet master Sung's presence still made his knees weak and his voice tremble. There was something about being in the same room as a man who contracted with four red-marked familiars that made even the most hotheaded men tremble."And his simmon is?"Dwang Sung asked, taking another sip of his coffee. The newspaper now lay flat on his lap after he dropped it, the headline screaming up at him in bold letters: "DEMON
The Seven Demon's Tamer Chapter 16
Luxy was still stunned by the view of the city. He had lived most of his life in the Dracogon Plain, which was nothing but a mere wasteland—a barren expanse of cracked surface, where the horizon stretched endlessly into a vast, dry land.The most exciting thing that happened there was when the occasional dust devil whirled across the plains, kicking up dirt that would find its way into the makeshift shelter of the dwellers of the plain. Even the vegetation seemed to have given up, and insect familiars have no option but to build their homes from either rock or dead plants, with only the most stubborn of shrubs managing to cling to life in that forgotten corner of the world.The city right before them looked like an imaginary painting come to life. Towering structures of glass and steel reached toward the heavens, their surfaces reflecting the sunlight in dazzling patterns. The streets below teemed with life—people bustling about their daily routines, vehicles weavi
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 17
Ryder was quite surprised at the situation unfolding right before his eyes.He knew there was something up right from the time he got into the room. The muscular size and strong presence of the disguised workers made him already know that he might be having a problem.Furthermore, he was most certain of the fact that they were all interested in him from the moment he noticed their piercing gaze on him.It was like being watched by a pack of wolves who thought they were being subtle.Every time he glanced up to stare around, at least three pairs of eyes would quickly look away, busying themselves with random tasks that seemed comically out of place.One particularly large man with scars peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves was delicately arranging chopsticks with the precision of someone disarming a bomb.He never expected this situation he had found himself in as the outcome of being unable to pay for his meal. But before attending to all the workers there, Ryder couldn't get so
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 18
"If I go all out and kill this familiar, then what?" Ryder questioned."Well, if you kill a familiar, then it will die for good, and there'll be no way to revive it."Ryder rolled his eyes. "You're right. That's generally what 'killing' means."Familiars are dwellers of the Astral Shadow Plain. The Astral Shadow Plain is a plain for partially dead creatures.When some creatures die, their souls instantly travel to the dead domain, but while others do, their souls get transferred to the Astral Shadow Plain."Death has one beginning and one end, but what lies in-between differs," Luxy explained, his tone taking on that professorial quality that made Ryder picture him wearing tiny spectacles and suits, that is, if beings inhabiting one's soul could wear spectacles."The Astral Shadow Plain makes creatures half alive and half dead. With that state of existence, they can either visit the living or the dead Plain at will, if a contract is being made."Ryder tilted his body to the side, narr
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 19
The piercing wail of FSG van sirens cut through the heavy afternoon air, along with the continuous, windy noise from the flapping wings of various familiars. The cries and roar of familiars and sirens echoed across what had once been the busy eastern district of Ludlow. The district where various shops and busy street markets had stood just hours before now contained only an area filled with rubble—a wasteland of shattered concrete and twisted metal. Commander Lucian stepped out of the lead vehicle, his boots crunching on debris all around. The smell of smoke, along with something else—something he'd come to recognize from too many scenes like this—hung in the air. There was also the unmistakable scent of spent magical energy—the remaining trace of gamma energy that had been unleashed through an affinity for fire. "Spread out, fifteen-meter intervals. Our priority is survival of the survivors, and evidence accumulation," Lucian ordered, his voice carrying the authority that came wi
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 20
Normally, when a human receives a mark of invitation to the Astral Shadow plain, the mark is shapeless, resembling a scar. It is an ugly-looking, twisted thing that appears somewhere on their body all of a sudden—simply there one morning when the newly marked person wakes.New bearers of the mark might mistake it for perhaps a strange bruise from sleeping awkwardly. But, due to how widespread the summoning mark is and how summoners populate the entirety of planet Terra, it does not appear as a foreign mark.Everyone, including those familiar with the ways of summoners and those who have partaken in any practical aspect of summoning, recognizes it for what it truly is: an invitation to power beyond mortal comprehension.The marks vary in color—some blood red, others brown, a few with an orange marking. Tang Jim's had been a deep red, so dark it seemed to absorb the light from everywhere, located on his left arm. He'd spent years proudly displaying it at every chance he found, watching
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 21
The morning sunlight penetrated through the half-drawn curtains, casting beams of soft sun rays across the living room.Ryder sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, his dark eyes fixed on the translucent figure hovering before him. Luxy—his familiar—floated in the air, the edges of his ethereal holographic form rippling once in a while like disturbed water."Familiars and their summoners are emotionally linked, but not you, Luxy," Ryder said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them for nearly an hour.This is one of the few times he had summoned Luxy out. This kind of summoning style wasn't the regular one; it was different.It may appear like a unique style he developed by himself at first, but then, deep down, he knew this was a failure.He has tried multiple times to summon Luxy out of his body to experience the world, but not once has he succeeded.Normally, summoning a familiar isn't something that is learned, because the knowledge of it naturally engraves itself on t
The Seven Demon's Tamer chapter 22
With how popular Ryder was turning out to be, he was beginning to trend around the four nations of the United Kingdom.All the radio channels were booming. All they could say was about Ryder and the most recent disaster.—"Today on the recent unexplainable disaster: What exactly is Ryder? Man, myth, or monster?"—"One who contracted with the devil beast."—"Has the devil beast possessed the anonymous Ryder?"The news anchors delivered their lines with a wry grin that was supposed to be fake, just to appear presentable, but the excitement in their eyes betrayed them.This was the story of a lifetime. Ratings had never been higher.And as for the rumors? They multiplied at a crazy rate.Some said he could fly; others insisted he could walk through walls. One particularly creative someone said Ryder was actually three small children in a trenchcoat who had been possessed by his familiar.Cases like these do spring up once in a while about someone contracting a familiar from the devil pla
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chapter 27
In order to win a duel in the tournament, one must get knocked out or surrender—simple rules on the tongue, but complex to execute.Submitting meant giving up the fight willingly, without getting defeated or fighting till the last stand—a choice few duelists would make willingly, especially with their pride on the line. No one would like to appear weak on the dueling ground, especially since there are lots of gangsters around—they can become an easy target for gangsters.As for a knockout, it could be achieved in two ways: either by being rendered unconscious or by being forcibly thrown away from the platform.Although Crusher's iron golem familiar had been knocked off the platform earlier, it wasn't counted as a loss because Crusher himself remained firmly standing on the platform. According to tournament rules, it would not be counted as a defeat as long as the combatant stays within the bounds of the platform, regardless of their familiar's position.
chapter 26
And finally, the last match we have on our schedule for today will be against our champion and his opponent, Black Devil.The announcer's voice boomed through the arena; the dramatic elongation of the challenger's name caused an uproar of cheers from the audience, with excitement in their eyes. Some leaned forward in their seats, while others stood to get a better view. This is the last fight for Crusher, and the fight that is going to determine if they would win their bets or lose.Normally, they were always tense while Crusher fought; in fact, they were always at ease, expecting a guaranteed victory, but the fights that had been going on so far proved otherwise. Crusher nearly lost against Green Bloody, particularly at the beginning of their fight. They could only hope no one would give him a hard time anymore.The underling tournament of the day, in particular, began a while ago. Before the tournament, there were fights hosted at the fighting platform,
chapter 25
Let the fight... begin.Crusher wasted no time with his offensive strikes.He blasted forward with a leap, covering the distance between him and his opponent nearly instantly.Whoosh.He swung his fist straight at Green Bloody's face. With the power enhancement he had gotten from his familiar, the punch was catastrophic. The air itself seemed to compress around Crusher's fist, creating a small shockwave that ruffled Green Bloody's hair.No, more appropriately, the punch would have been catastrophic if it had hit.Green Bloody dodged the punch, much to Crusher's greatest shock, by ducking under his arm and swiftly appearing behind him. His movement was fluid in its grace.Unlike the few others Crusher had fought, he instantly recognized that Green Bloody wouldn't be easy.A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. No one had ever made Crusher miss so completely since today's tournament began.Wham!
chapter 24
The number of people in the warehouse was easily a thousand or two, if not even more. Every breath Ryder took felt like inhaling a cocktail of cheap alcohol and stale cigarettes.Bodies pressed against one another, creating a suffocating atmosphere with every breath. The warehouse—once used for storing imported goods that never made it past customs—now housed a different kind of contraband: violence for profit.It was dominated mainly by gangsters. Men and women with hard eyes and harder knuckles, bearing scars all over as if their bodies were illustrating the intensity of their misdeeds with scars that spoke louder than any confession.Although various other criminals were there, they weren't there for the fight but to carry out some more illegal activities that could help them bag a great deal of cash, mostly gambling."Five grand on Crusher breaking at least three bones!" shouted a man with a face that looked like it had been rearranged by an a
Chapter 23
As Ryder walked through the moonlit streets, his newly purchased cloak flowed gently in the evening breeze; he observed the multitude of posters plastered haphazardly on walls and poles.He pulled his hood lower, ensuring his face remained hidden. The best decision he could think of was hiding his face at all times since only a few people know his identity. His name is quite famous now, and as long as his face remains hidden, then it should be fine.A particular poster caught his eye, the paper still fresh, unlike most of the other weather-beaten announcements surrounding it.[Underlings TournamentEvery Tuesday and FridayOrganized at midnightLocation: undisclosedWhoever defeats the champion goes home with the prize.#10,000 Terra gold coin.]"They'll be organizing it today," Ryder thought inwardly, mentally calculating the hours until midnight. "It's Tuesday."He patted the pocket of his tr
chapter 22
With how popular Ryder was turning out to be, he was beginning to trend around the four nations of the United Kingdom.All the radio channels were booming. All they could say was about Ryder and the most recent disaster.—"Today on the recent unexplainable disaster: What exactly is Ryder? Man, myth, or monster?"—"One who contracted with the devil beast."—"Has the devil beast possessed the anonymous Ryder?"The news anchors delivered their lines with a wry grin that was supposed to be fake, just to appear presentable, but the excitement in their eyes betrayed them.This was the story of a lifetime. Ratings had never been higher.And as for the rumors? They multiplied at a crazy rate.Some said he could fly; others insisted he could walk through walls. One particularly creative someone said Ryder was actually three small children in a trenchcoat who had been possessed by his familiar.Cases like these do spring up once in a while about someone contracting a familiar from the devil pla
chapter 21
The morning sunlight penetrated through the half-drawn curtains, casting beams of soft sun rays across the living room.Ryder sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, his dark eyes fixed on the translucent figure hovering before him. Luxy—his familiar—floated in the air, the edges of his ethereal holographic form rippling once in a while like disturbed water."Familiars and their summoners are emotionally linked, but not you, Luxy," Ryder said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them for nearly an hour.This is one of the few times he had summoned Luxy out. This kind of summoning style wasn't the regular one; it was different.It may appear like a unique style he developed by himself at first, but then, deep down, he knew this was a failure.He has tried multiple times to summon Luxy out of his body to experience the world, but not once has he succeeded.Normally, summoning a familiar isn't something that is learned, because the knowledge of it naturally engraves itself on t
chapter 20
Normally, when a human receives a mark of invitation to the Astral Shadow plain, the mark is shapeless, resembling a scar. It is an ugly-looking, twisted thing that appears somewhere on their body all of a sudden—simply there one morning when the newly marked person wakes.New bearers of the mark might mistake it for perhaps a strange bruise from sleeping awkwardly. But, due to how widespread the summoning mark is and how summoners populate the entirety of planet Terra, it does not appear as a foreign mark.Everyone, including those familiar with the ways of summoners and those who have partaken in any practical aspect of summoning, recognizes it for what it truly is: an invitation to power beyond mortal comprehension.The marks vary in color—some blood red, others brown, a few with an orange marking. Tang Jim's had been a deep red, so dark it seemed to absorb the light from everywhere, located on his left arm. He'd spent years proudly displaying it at every chance he found, watching
chapter 19
The piercing wail of FSG van sirens cut through the heavy afternoon air, along with the continuous, windy noise from the flapping wings of various familiars. The cries and roar of familiars and sirens echoed across what had once been the busy eastern district of Ludlow. The district where various shops and busy street markets had stood just hours before now contained only an area filled with rubble—a wasteland of shattered concrete and twisted metal. Commander Lucian stepped out of the lead vehicle, his boots crunching on debris all around. The smell of smoke, along with something else—something he'd come to recognize from too many scenes like this—hung in the air. There was also the unmistakable scent of spent magical energy—the remaining trace of gamma energy that had been unleashed through an affinity for fire. "Spread out, fifteen-meter intervals. Our priority is survival of the survivors, and evidence accumulation," Lucian ordered, his voice carrying the authority that came wi
