Beast Tamer's Damned Regression
In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over.
He does not yet know that his death has not even started.
Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along.
On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships.
Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 43: The InvitationChapter 43: The Invitation The scroll arrived at dawn. A servant in dark blue livery knocked on Varek's door with three sharp raps and handed him a roll of parchment sealed with silver wax. The Lightbringer's sigil was pressed into the seal, a radiant sun with a single eye at its center. Varek thanked the servant, closed the door, and stood very still in the cold morning light. [Open it,] the Gnarl said through the bond. It was curled on the pillow with curious eyes. Varek broke the seal and read the words. The handwriting was elegant and flowing. Aurelius the Lightbringer requested the pleasure of his company for a private audience the following evening, to discuss his remarkable tournament victory. To welcome him personally to the Capital, and offer guidance and mentorship. Every line was warm and welcoming. Every line felt like a blade pressed against his throat. "He knows I am here," Varek said quietly. "And he wants to see me alone." [This is what we came for. A chanc
Last Updated: 2026-08-13
Chapter: Chapter 42: The Royal AcademyChapter 42: The Royal Academy The Royal Academy of Veridia rose above Varek like a golden cage. He stood at the base of the main tower and looked up. The stone was pale and well polished, veined with gold that caught the cold afternoon light. Students in grey uniforms walked the grounds with beasts of every description, hawks, wolves, serpents and things Varek had never seen in his life before. They moved with the easy confidence of those who belonged. He pulled his patched coat tighter and walked through the iron gates. The registration hall was a vast room of marble floors and high windows. A lean clerk with spectacles perched on his nose looked Varek up and down, taking in the dusty coat, the worn satchel and the tiny, pathetic Gnarl on his shoulder... his lip curled. "Name?" he asked in a rough tone. "Varek Soren, I am the Ironhold City tournament winner." The clerk flipped through a ledger. "Ah... the Pest Tamer." He said it without malice, as if it were simply a fact
Last Updated: 2026-08-06
Chapter: Chapter 41: The RoadChapter 41: The RoadVarek joined the merchant caravan at a dusty crossroads a day's walk from Ironhold City.The caravan master was a broad, sunburned man named Harker who squinted at Varek's patched coat and worn satchel and named a price that was too high. Varek paid it without arguing. He needed the cover. The roads were watched, and a lone traveler would draw more attention than a boy riding in the back of a grain cart. So he climbed onto a pile of burlap sacks and kept his head down as the wagons lurched east toward the Capital.The Gnarl curled inside his coat, a warm, still weight against his ribs. Its voice pulsed through the bond, quiet and watchful. [These people are harmless. Farmers and traders. They will not trouble us.] "I hope so," Varek murmured. "I have had enough trouble for one week."The first day passed without any incident. The caravan wound through bare brown hills under a cold grey sky. The merchants talked among themselves about grain prices and road taxes.
Last Updated: 2026-07-29
Chapter: Chapter 40: The SummonsChapter 40: The SummonsThe knock came at dawn.Varek had barely slept, he lay on his bed with his eyes closed without really dozing off. The cold weight in his chest pressed down with every breath. The knock came again, three hard raps on the front door.Varek sat up. The Gnarl opened its red eye. [It's someone official. I can feel the weight of their authority.] He pulled on his coat and walked downstairs. Marta was already at the door, her hand hesitating on the latch. She looked at him with wide, worried eyes. "It is a royal messenger, Master Varek. He has the King's seal.""Let him in."The messenger was a tall man in dark blue livery with a silver crest on his chest. He carried a scroll sealed with crimson wax, his face was expressionless. "Varek Soren. By order of the Royal Academy and the Crown of Veridia, you are summoned to the Capital to receive your tournament honors. You will have an audience with the Lightbringer himself, Aurelius the Savior. You are to depart within t
Last Updated: 2026-07-25
Chapter: Chapter 39: The Pawn's WarningChapter 39: The Pawn's Warning The competitor's gate loomed ahead, a dark stone arch that led from the arena into the cold corridor beyond. The noise of the crowd was still a dull roar behind him, confused and chaotic, a celebration that did not know what it was celebrating. Varek walked with his head down and his shoulders hunched, exactly the picture of a boy who had stumbled into victory and did not know what to do with it. But when he passed Draven, he stopped. Draven was still standing where Varek had left him, one hand pressed to his throat, his Thunder Roc huddled against his side. His golden hair was grey with dust. His fine leather armor was scuffed and torn. He looked like a prince who had been dragged through the mud and did not understand how the world had turned upside down. Varek leaned in close, his mouth near Draven's ear. To anyone watching, it looked like a sportsman's whisper, a quiet word of respect between rivals. No one saw the cold glint in Varek's eyes.
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: Chapter 38: The Kneeling HeirChapter 38: The Kneeling Heir Varek did not wait for Draven to rise. He stepped forward, closing the distance before Draven could find his footing, and the crowd stirred uneasily in their seats. This was not the stumbling, panicked boy they had watched in the earlier rounds. This was something else, something that moved with purpose. Draven scrambled backward, his boots scraping against the packed dirt. His Thunder Roc shrieked overhead and folded its wings into a dive, talons extended, lightning crackling along its feathers. Varek did not look up. He raised his left hand, and a faint shimmer of blue-white light arced between his fingers. The Roc veered off at the last moment, screeching in confusion. It could not strike without hitting its own master. "Call it off," Varek said. His voice was quiet, meant only for Draven. "It cannot help you now." Draven's face twisted. He was not used to fear. He had been the golden boy of Ironhold City for as long as he could remember, the heir
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