The Seven Demon's Tamer
Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked.
Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself.
My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract.
A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white.
Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon.
There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra.
Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling.
Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.
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Chapter: Chapter 140Nakamura began his long speech, spouting nonsense to the children and telling them the benefits of being beloved. The words rolled off his tongue like honey and poison at the same time—sweet enough to entice, but deadly to those who truly understood the whole picture, like Satoru. "My precious children," he began, his voice carrying across the massive hall with perfect clarity. "Today marks another milestone in your journey toward greatness." He gestured grandly with his arms, as if he were a speech of hope rather than addressing a room full of traumatized children who had been forced to survive in conditions that would make even criminals weep. "Each of you has faced challenges that would break lesser individuals. You have walked through fire and emerged as diamonds." "The path of the beloved child," Nakamura continued, a warm smile on his face, "is not merely about privilege." "Oh no, my dear ones," he demonstrated, spreading his hand wide open. "It is about acknowledgment
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: chapter 139The torture of the children was inhuman—each scream echoed through the entire mansion, the pain that was being inflicted on them was nothing short of excruciating. Yuki and Satoru, as the woman's own children, received special attention. Their punishment was meant to be an example of what happened when anyone from the Nakamura family disobeyed rules. But the torture the children faced was like mercy compared to what Yuki and Satoru's mother faced. A familiar was summoned into the room—a massive wild dog beast. The children were forced to watch as their protector, the only adult who had shown them genuine care and compassion, was fed to the creature. Her tears, her blood, her final breath—all of it was seared into their memories, especially Satoru's. She who had risked everything to show them love died knowing that her actions had led to the torture of the very children she had tried to protect. This was the source of Satoru's hatred—not just the general cruel character of
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: chapter 138The Nakamura family—a name that carried weight in the shadows of Tokyo's city, whispered about in secrets and feared in back alleys. To the outside world, they were successful entrepreneurs, with their charitable donations making headlines in the news. But behind the gates of their mansion lay a truth so twisted that no one could guess or even imagine: they were a family that focused on making children and breeding them like livestock. The comparison to livestock wasn't some sort of exaggeration—it was generous compared to their treatment. Even cattle, after all, received more mercy than the Nakamura children. Consider the humble cow: it gets shelter built or designated specially for it in whatever weather. Though confined within their owner's boundaries, they still receive the privilege to roam freely within those limits, to graze and interact with their kind. They're fed regularly, given medical attention when needed, and generally kept in conditions that ensure their w
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: chapter 137The walk to the Nakamura family mansion wasn't so long... No, not really. That was a lie Satoru told himself every time he made this journey. The truth was, the walk was like an endless trek, but it felt like mere moments when Yuki was there beside him, chattering away with no care in the world and laughing like he knew nothing bad about where they were headed. "Remember that time we tried to build a structure just like the family mansion?" Yuki was saying, gesturing wildly with his hands. "And we thought all that was used for building were clay and water?" How could I forget? Satoru smiled brightly. We nearly died—we were just four, after all. We spent a hell of a lot of time. Satoru stressed, as if he was re-experiencing the whole moment. "It would have been less time-consuming if you hadn't kept pestering me with your stupid talk." I still feel like I wasted a portion of my life on that till today. "Heyyy!" Yuki screamed, his head steaming. "My talks aren't stupid!
Last Updated: 2025-08-03
Chapter: chapter 136Saturday, August 2nd, 2005. Tokyo city, Japan. The morning sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets of Tokyo. The city was bustling with several million people, each hurrying toward their own destination, dressed decently and respectably. Yet among this sea of people, one figure stood apart like a sore thumb. A young boy, no more than ten years old, struggled against the weight of what appeared to be too heavy for his small size; however, he surprisingly could move it. His clothes, that were once probably shades of blue, had faded to a brown color, patched and re-patched at different angles. The shirt hung loose on his thin shoulders, too large for his questionably slender frame, as if he got it from some charitable individual or perhaps, a dumpster. The cart he dragged behind him was sticking out just like him, given that such was becoming rare these days. It was a wooden box designed for horses, with iron wheels that were already rusty. It groaned with ea
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Chapter 135Meanwhile, Ryomen, still carrying Zhou on his back and clearly struggling with his own emotions about the night's events, approached the group with an expression that was simultaneously angry and filled with genuine concern. "Is no one going to check up on Zhou?" Ryomen questioned with barely controlled anger, his voice carrying the weight of someone who felt his friend was being unfairly overlooked. "Oh, right, right," Brok responded immediately, recognizing the justice in Ryomen's complaint and feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had needed the reminder. Without hesitation, he rushed forward to assist with Zhou's care, his movements quick and purposeful as he prepared to assess his superior's condition. He had never learned medical training, but he had lived quite a rough life back then as an agent for the underling tournament, so he knew some basic life hacks. But as Brok approached Zhou's unconscious form, something completely unexpected happened. Zhou's eyes sudden
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
