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 55: The Tomb of BonesChapter 55: The Tomb of Bones The passage beyond the circular chamber sloped downward, narrowing until Varek had to turn sideways to squeeze through. The stone pressed against his shoulders coldly. The Memory Blade's glow cast flickering shadows on the walls. The Gnarl had dissolved into its shadow form, flowing ahead through gaps too small for a man. The descent took hours. Or maybe minutes. Time moved strangely underground, where there was no sun, no sky and nothing but the weight of stone pressing down from above. Varek counted his breaths to keep his mind steady. In and out. In and out. The blade hummed against his palm, warmer now than it had been before. As if it was eager to arrive where ever they were going. Then the passage opened, and Varek stepped into the tomb. His breathing stopped for a moment. The chamber was vast beyond measurement. The ceiling vanished into blackness high above, lost in a darkness so complete that the blade's light could not reach it. The walls
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 54: The Hidden ChamberChapter 54: The Hidden Chamber The stairs went down forever. Varek counted the steps at first, but the numbers blurred together after fifty. The walls pressed close on either side, carved with faint spirals that seemed to move in the corner of his eye. The Memory Blade cast a pale glow ahead of him, and the Gnarl flowed down the steps like a shadow. No one spoke. The air was too thick for words. At the bottom, the stairs ended at a stone door. It was round and plain without handle. A single symbol was carved into its center. The same circle with a line through it that had opened the wall above. Varek pressed his palm against the symbol. The stone split down the middle and swung inward without a sound. He stepped through. The chamber beyond was circular, its walls smooth and dark. Twelve stone figures stood in a ring, facing inward, each one carved with such detail that they seemed almost alive. They wore long robes. Their hands were folded in front of them, and each pair
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 53: The Writings of the First TamersChapter 53: The Writings of the First Tamers Varek woke before dawn with cold stone against his back and the Memory Blade humming softly at his side. He had slept poorly. The Gnarl stayed awake, its red eye fixed on the darkness, and when the first light crept through the broken roof, it rose and stretched. [We should move. The deeper we go, the more I feel them.] "Feel who?" [The ones who died here. Their memories are soaked into the stones.] Varek stood and gathered his satchel. His body ached. The wound on his ribs had scabbed over during the night, but it still pulled with every movement. He chewed a strip of dried meat as they walked, forcing himself to eat even though he had no appetite. They left the small chamber behind and moved deeper into the ruins. The courtyard with the broken pedestal fell away behind them, swallowed by crumbling walls and fallen arches. The path led downward, through a narrow passage between two collapsed towers. Then they found the ga
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter 52: The Edge of RuinChapter 52: The Edge of Ruin They reached the edge of the ruins at dusk. Varek stood at the bottom of the ridge, looking up at the broken shapes that rose from the grey earth like the bones of some ancient beast. Crumbling arches and shattered pillars leaned against each other in the fading light. Half-buried walls stretched into the distance, their surfaces black with age and ash. The air was thick with old magic. The Gnarl moved beside him, its red eye scanning the shadows. [Something is here. Something that does not sleep.] Varek touched the Memory Blade at his side. It was cold and still. "The First Tamers?" [Maybe. Or the memory of them. Old places like this hold old echoes. Walk carefully.] He stepped into the ruins. The ground was uneven, littered with broken stone and fragments of carvings too worn to read. The wind moved through the arches, making a low sound. Every step felt significant, as if the stones themselves were watching. Varek kept his breathing slow a
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter 51: The Corrupted PackChapter 51: The Corrupted Pack Varek woke to the Gnarl's low growl. He was on his feet before his eyes fully opened, the Memory Blade already in his hand. The cave mouth dimly lighted. The Gnarl stood at the entrance, its body tense, its red eye fixed on something beyond. Through the bond, Varek felt the beast's warning like a cold pulse. [They have found us.] He moved to the entrance and looked out. The wasteland stretched before them, pale and still under the breaking sky. At first he saw nothing. Then the ground shifted, twisted shapes rose from the rocks, their bodies hunched and wrongly structured. They had too many legs, their mouths opened sideways. Their eyes were pale and closed. Eclipse Beasts. There were six of them, maybe more. They moved slowly, circling the cave, their heads twitching as if listening for sounds. Varek counted seven... then eight. "Can we outrun them?" he whispered. [No. They are faster than they look and they have us surrounded] Varek t
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 50: The Lightbringer's TrapChapter 50: Into the Wasteland The dawn came so fast and so cold Varek stood at the edge of the Forbidden Zone with the Memory Blade hidden beneath his coat and the map of the First Tamers' ruins folded against his chest. The city of Veridia rose behind him, golden and glittering, still drunk on the last remnants of the festival. Somewhere inside those shining walls, Aurelius was waiting. And somewhere in the wasteland ahead, the tomb of the First Tamers was calling. Orin had given him what he could. A satchel of dried meat, a flask of water, and a very serious warning. "The Forbidden Zone is not empty. The Eclipse Beasts are already stirring. The closer you get to the ruins, the thicker they become. Do not fight them unless you have no choice. Move fast. Stay low. And do not use the blade unless your life depends on it." Varek adjusted the satchel on his shoulder. The Gnarl stood beside him, its red eye scanning the grey horizon. It had grown again during the night, and now
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