My God-Tier Beast Begged Me Not to Contract It

Cold Homecoming

Sniff...

Sniff...

The rich smell of roasted meat drifted into Scott's nose.

His stomach immediately growled.

The scent alone was enough to drag him out of unconsciousness.

Slowly, his blurry eyes opened.

A piece of roasted meat dangled directly above his face.

Without thinking, he snatched it.

Years of hunger had trained his body to react before his brain.

He tore into the meat like a starving wolf.

For several seconds, he didn't care who was holding it.

All that mattered was food.

Only after swallowing several large bites did he finally look up.

Then he froze.

A white bear was sitting in front of him.

The creature was awkwardly trying to smile.

Scott nearly jumped out of his skin.

He scrambled backward so quickly that he almost tripped over a tree root.

His heart nearly exploded from fright.

The bear's voice immediately echoed inside his head.

Calm down, Master.

The familiar telepathic voice brought back everything.

The ceremony.

The red circle.

The contract.

The God-Tier Beast.

Scott looked around.

Night had already fallen.

Moonlight filtered through towering trees, casting silver patches across the forest floor. The air was cool and filled with the sounds of insects and distant animals.

They were deep inside a forest.

Scott slowly turned back toward the bear.

"You're the God-Tier Beast?"

The bear nodded.

Scott stared.

Then stared some more.

"You?"

His eyes swept over the creature's smaller body.

"You were the giant monster that nearly swallowed half the arena?"

The bear nodded again.

Scott rubbed his forehead.

"I don't believe it."

The bear's voice entered his mind once more.

One of the traits of God-Tier Beasts is size manipulation. We can shrink our bodies or return to our original forms whenever necessary.

Scott looked at it suspiciously.

Somehow, the smaller version looked far less terrifying.

His expression suddenly changed.

"My mother."

The roasted meat in his hand instantly lost all appeal.

The bear quietly watched him.

"How did we get here?"

Scott stood up.

"What happened after I passed out?"

The contract drained the last bit of strength from your body and you lost consciousness immediately.

So I carried you away and escaped.

Scott frowned.

"Escaped?"

Disappointment flashed across his face.

"I thought God-Tier Beasts were supposed to be unstoppable."

The bear lowered its head slightly.

We are powerful.

But your king was prepared.

Scott remained silent.

I sensed two hunters among the crowd. Their contracted beasts are also God-Tier creatures. Not as powerful as me, but dangerous enough.

Combined with the other summoners present, remaining there would have been foolish.

Your safety became my priority the moment our contract was formed.

And everyone witnessed that contract.

The easiest way to kill me now is to kill you.

Scott barely listened.

His mind was elsewhere.

"I don't care."

The bear blinked.

Scott clenched his fists.

"I need to go back."

It's dangerous going back.

"I need to find my mother."

You are too weak.

The bear's voice remained calm.

You can barely stand. You cannot fight.

You cannot even use magic yet.

Scott paused.

"What magic?"

The bear tilted its head.

The magic belonging to your bloodline.

Scott frowned.

The bear continued.

Most people require spells and incantations to cast magic but.

Those who possess the Dragon Mark are different.

Their minds and bodies become the spell itself.

They can cast magic without speaking a single word.

Scott immediately pointed at a nearby tree.

"Fire."

Nothing happened.

"Fire."

Still nothing.

"Fire!"

The forest remained completely unimpressed.

The bear looked away.

For some reason, it seemed embarrassed.

It does not work like that.

Scott lowered his hand.

The bear sighed internally.

Magic requires training, Master.

You cannot simply shout random words and expect the universe to cooperate.

Scott scratched his head awkwardly.

"Fair enough."

Then his expression became serious again.

"I don't understand any of this."

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and exposed part of the dragon tattoo.

"My parents were slaves."

"Both had sealed marks."

"My younger brother had one too."

His voice grew quieter.

"So why do I have this?"

"Why wasn't it sealed?"

"And why did it only appear when you showed up?"

The bear remained silent for several moments.

Then it answered honestly.

I do not know.

Scott stared at the ground.

He hated that answer.

"I don't care."

He waved the topic away.

"None of that matters."

He forced himself to stand.

"I need to go see my mother."

The bear's next words stopped him.

Do you believe she is still alive?

Scott's head snapped toward it.

His eyes instantly hardened.

If looks could kill, the bear would have exploded.

"If you weren't a beast," Scott said coldly, "I would punch you for saying that."

The bear immediately lowered its head.

My apologies, My master.

Stop calling me Master Scott shouted."

I understand, Master.

Scott twitched.

The bear continued before he could complain further.

I know how much she means to you.

I know about your younger brother.

Scott froze.

I know he died from the same illness.

His eyes widened.

"How do you know that?"

The bear's voice softened.

Because we are connected.

I can see fragments of your memories.

Scott swallowed.

The bear continued.

Your memories.

Your emotions.

Your fears.

Your pain.

Scott looked away.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then he nodded.

"Then you know why I have to go back."

The bear hesitated.

Then spoke.

You should also know something else.

Scott frowned.

The woman you call your mother may not be your birth mother.

The words hit him like a slap.

"What?"

His voice rose immediately.

The sealed mark prevents bloodlines like yours from appearing.

If she truly carried your blood, this Dragon Mark should not exist.

Scott's jaw tightened.

"I've heard enough."

His tone left no room for discussion.

"I am going back to Azra."

"I'm taking my mother away."

The bear lowered its head again.

Very well, Master.

Scott glared at it.

The bear pretended not to notice.

Very well.

"Good."

Scott folded his arms.

"Let's go."

The bear glanced at the half-finished roasted meat.

Please finish eating first.

You will need the strength.

Scott reluctantly sat back down.

After several more pieces, his stomach finally stopped growling.

The bear nodded in satisfaction.

Now climb on.

Scott blinked.

"What?"

My back.

The bear crouched lower.

Scott climbed on awkwardly.

Despite its smaller size, the bear easily supported his weight.

It almost felt like sitting on a giant fluffy cushion.

Hold tight.

Scott wrapped his arms around the bear.

The next second, the world exploded into motion.

BOOM!

The bear shot forward.

Trees blurred.

Wind slammed into Scott's face.

The beast bounded from branch to branch with unbelievable speed.

The forest became a streak of green and silver.

Scott should have been unable to follow anything.

Yet somehow, his eyes tracked every movement perfectly.

Every tree.

Every rock.

Every hidden path.

It felt as though he were seeing through the bear's senses.

The sensation was strange.

But not unpleasant.

Within minutes, the forest began to thin.

Stone walls appeared in the distance.

Massive towers rose beneath the moonlight.

The Kingdom of Azra.

They had arrived.

The white bear leaped into the air.

A moment later, it landed silently atop Azra's massive city wall.

Scott tightened his grip on its fur and looked down.

The entire city stretched before them.

Countless rooftops lay beneath the moonlight like a sea of dark stone. Lanterns flickered faintly along the streets, while the grand palace towered over everything in the distance.

Azra was unusually quiet.

The chaos from the ceremony had long faded.

Most of the city's residents had already returned home and gone to sleep.

For a brief moment, the city looked peaceful.

Scott knew better.

Hold on.

The bear's voice echoed inside his mind.

Then it jumped.

The wind howled past Scott's ears.

The beast landed lightly before immediately sprinting forward.

It moved like a ghost.

A white blur.

One moment it was there.

The next it was gone.

Only a faint breeze remained behind as evidence that something had passed.

No guards noticed.

No patrols reacted.

Within minutes, they reached the outskirts of the city.

Scott's home.

The small wooden house looked even more miserable than he remembered.

Its roof sagged.

Its walls were cracked.

The entire place seemed abandoned.

The bear stopped outside.

I'll keep watch.

Scott nodded and hurried inside.

The moment he entered, a foul smell hit him.

Rot.

His heart sank.

No...

Please no...

His steps became faster.

The house was dark and silent.

Far too silent.

The kind of silence that felt wrong.

His eyes finally landed on the bed.

A frail figure lay motionless beneath a thin blanket.

"Mother?"

No answer.

Scott forced a smile.

"Mother, I'm home."

Still nothing.

His breathing became uneven.

Slowly, he walked over.

Then he reached out and touched her hand.

Cold.

His entire body froze.

No.

No.

No.

His fingers trembled as he touched her face.

Cold.

Motionless.

Lifeless.

The truth hit him like a hammer.

His mother was gone.

"Mother..."

His voice cracked.

He grabbed her shoulders.

"Mother!"

He shook her desperately.

"Wake up."

Nothing happened.

"Please wake up."

Tears blurred his vision.

"Mother!"

His cries echoed through the tiny house.

The woman remained still.

The only person who had ever cared for him.

The only person who had ever loved him.

Gone.

Scott dropped to his knees beside the bed.

The tears came uncontrollably now.

Years of pain.

Years of suffering.

Years of helplessness.

Everything burst out at once.

"I'm sorry..."

His voice shook.

"I'm sorry."

His shoulders trembled violently.

"I shouldn't have gotten caught."

More tears streamed down his face.

"If I had escaped sooner..."

His voice broke completely.

"If I had brought the medicine..."

He lowered his forehead onto the edge of the bed.

"I could've saved you."

Silence answered him.

That silence hurt more than anything.

His hands slowly curled into fists.

His grief began turning into something darker.

Something hotter.

Anger.

Pure anger.

His jaw tightened.

His entire body shook.

"I'll make them pay."

The words came out low and cold.

His eyes were red.

"I'll make every one of them pay."

More tears fell.

"The royal family."

His fist slammed against the floor.

"Everyone connected to them."

Another tear rolled down his cheek.

"What did we do wrong?"

His voice rose.

"Why are we treated like this?"

"Why are we slaves?"

The room remained silent.

Only Scott's broken sobs filled the darkness.

Outside, the bear suddenly stiffened.

Its ears twitched.

Its eyes narrowed.

Something was approaching.

Fast.

Very fast.

A dangerous presence.

Several dangerous presences.

Master.

Scott didn't respond.

He remained kneeling beside the bed.

Lost in grief.

Master, we need to leave now !!.

Nothing.

The bear's anxiety grew.

Master!

Still no response.

Finally, the bear lost patience.

It rushed inside.

We must leave now!

The moment it crossed the doorway, its body suddenly jerked.

The beast stopped.

Its eyes widened.

What...?

It looked around the room.

Then its expression changed.

The walls.

The floor.

The ceiling.

Ancient symbols covered every corner of the house.

They glowed faintly beneath the darkness.

The bear immediately understood.

Master!

Its voice became urgent.

It's a trap!

Scott looked up.

"What?"

The bear's eyes swept across the glowing symbols.

Someone prepared this place.

This entire house is sealed.

Scott wiped his eyes and stood.

"I don't care."

His voice was hollow.

"I'm not leaving my mother."

The bear immediately shook its head.

You don't understand.

We can't leave.

Scott frowned.

He walked toward the door.

Then slammed directly into something invisible.

Thud.

He stumbled backward.

"What the..."

His hand reached forward.

A transparent barrier rippled beneath his touch.

His eyes widened.

The bear's expression darkened.

This is no ordinary barrier.

Scott's heart sank.

The bear turned toward the window.

Its ears flattened.

Fear crept into its voice.

They're getting closer.

Scott immediately understood.

"The hunters?"

Yes.

The bear's gaze remained fixed outside.

And they're moving fast.

Scott felt panic rising.

For the first time since arriving home, reality finally caught up with him.

They were trapped.

His mother was dead.

The hunters were coming.

And there was no way out.

"How do we leave?"

The bear turned toward him.

Create a portal.

Scott stared.

"What?"

Create a portal.

His mouth slowly opened.

Then closed.

Then opened again.

His swollen eyes blinked in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Completely.

Scott pointed at himself.

"I don't even know how to cast basic magic!"

His voice rose with frustration.

"You just watched me fail to summon fire ten times!"

The bear remained completely calm.

Scott threw both hands into the air.

"So how exactly am I supposed to create a portal?"