My God-Tier Beast Begged Me Not to Contract It

From Bandit to Benefactor

"Boss, let us handle him."

One of the remaining bandits stepped forward and spat on the ground.

"Don't waste your energy on a scarecrow that escaped from a famine."

The others laughed.

Another pointed at Scott.

"Look at him. One strong breeze and he'll fly into the next kingdom."

"He looks like a skeleton that forgot to die."

"Forget killing him. Give him a bowl of soup and he'll surrender."

The bandits burst into laughter.

The leader grinned.

Then he shook his head.

"No."

He dragged his massive axe across the ground.

The blade scraped against stone, sending sparks flying.

"I want to butcher him myself."

His eyes locked onto Scott.

"Nobody calls me fatty and walks away."

The leader slowly advanced.

Scott did the same.

The contrast was almost laughable.

One was a towering mountain of muscle and fat carrying a giant axe.

The other was a skinny seventeen-year-old boy who looked like he needed another meal.

Yet Scott walked forward as though he were the dangerous one.

The bandit leader's smile slowly faded.

Something felt wrong.

Then he noticed it.

His two wolves.

Both Legendary Beasts were backing away.

Trembling.

Whining.

Fear filled their eyes.

The leader stopped.

"What are you doing?"

The wolves ignored him.

They kept retreating.

Their tails tucked between their legs.

The leader's heartbeat quickened.

These were Legendary Beasts.

Creatures that had ripped apart powerful summoners.

Why were they afraid of a skinny boy?

Scott continued walking.

Step.

Step.

Step.

One of the bandits finally lost his patience.

"Enough!"

He charged.

His sword raised high.

"I'll kill him myself!"

The man sprinted toward Scott with surprising speed.

Scott didn't move.

He didn't speak.

He didn't even blink.

Then...

POP!

The charging bandit exploded.

Blood.

Bones.

Flesh.

Everything burst apart as if an invisible giant had crushed him in its fist.

The forest became silent.

The remaining bandits froze.

The bandit leader felt cold sweat drip down his neck.

His eyes widened.

Scott hadn't moved.

He hadn't spoken.

He hadn't even raised a finger.

So what killed the man?

The answer came moments later.

Both wolves suddenly vanished.

The leader blinked.

"What?"

His contract was still intact.

Yet the wolves had voluntarily returned to his domain.

They were running.

Running from something.

Then the forest shook.

A terrifying pressure descended.

Trees bent.

Leaves scattered.

The air itself seemed heavier.

Something stepped forward.

A gigantic white bear emerged from the shadows.

Its body towered above the surrounding trees.

Ancient glowing tattoos flowed across its fur like rivers of living light and his crimson eyes burned with ancient intelligence.

The moment it appeared, every creature in the forest became silent.

Even the wind seemed afraid.

Then it roared.

ROOOAAARRR!

The sound shook the entire forest.

Birds exploded into the sky.

The remaining bandits collapsed to the ground in terror.

One of them pointed with a trembling finger.

His lips shook uncontrollably.

"I-It..."

His voice cracked.

"It's a G-God..."

The man swallowed.

"A God-Tier Beast!"

The remaining bandits turned and fled.

They didn't care about the treasure.

They didn't care about the carriage.

They didn't even care about their leader.

Survival became their only concern.

The bandit leader staggered backward.

His legs almost gave out beneath him.

Never in his life had he imagined seeing a God-Tier Beast.

Much less seeing one standing beside a boy like Scott.

The few people known to own God-Tier Beasts belonged to ancient clans and powerful kingdoms.

They traveled with elite guards.

Wore distinctive uniforms.

Commanded respect everywhere they went.

Not one of them looked like Scott.

Even the trapped noble stared in shock.

His eyes moved between Scott and the giant bear.

The scene made no sense.

The bandit leader suddenly dropped to his knees.

His axe fell from his hand.

"Mercy!"

He slapped himself.

"Please spare me!"

Another slap.

"I am an idiot!"

Slap.

"A walking barrel with legs!"

Slap.

"A pig pretending to be a human!"

Slap.

"My mother warned me my mouth would kill me one day!"

He pointed at himself.

"Look at me!"

"A fat donkey wearing bandit clothes!"

Scott almost laughed.

The man wasn't finished.

"I deserve to be beaten!"

"I deserve to be robbed!"

"I deserve to pay taxes twice!"

The noble blinked.

Even he looked confused by how fast the man had surrendered.

The leader crawled forward.

"Please don't kill me, young master!"

Scott ignored him.

Instead, he directed a thought toward the bear.

"How do you steal someone's beast?"

The bear never turned around.

Its eyes remained fixed on the trembling bandit leader.

You must suppress the summoner's energy core.

Only someone with a stronger energy core can do it.

Scott glanced at the kneeling man.

"My energy core and this fatty's."

"Which is stronger?"

Yours.

Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

By a large margin.

The bear's voice remained calm.

To steal his beasts, you must make physical contact with him and recite the spell.

Scott listened carefully.

The spell is simple.

"Vincula Fracta."

Once spoken, your energy core will clash with his.

The weaker core will submit.

The contract scroll will then appear again.

Scott nodded.

Then another thought crossed his mind.

"Can I allow someone else to sign the contract?"

For the first time, the bear sounded amused.

Yes.

Once the contract is broken, the authority belongs to you.

You may claim the beasts yourself.

Or grant them to another person.

Scott's eyes drifted toward the noble buried in the ground.

Then toward the carriage where the daughters were hiding.

A thoughtful look appeared on his face.

The terrified bandit leader suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

For some reason...

That look scared him far more than the God-Tier Beast.

"I'm in a good mood today."

Scott looked down at the trembling bandit leader.

"So I'll spare your life."

The man's eyes widened with relief.

"Thank you, sir!"

He immediately began bowing repeatedly.

"Thank you! Thank you! May your future children be blessed! May your enemies trip over their own feet! May your breakfast always taste good!"

Scott raised a hand.

"Enough."

The bandit leader instantly fell silent.

"Release the noble."

"Immediately, sir!"

The leader slammed both palms against the ground.

The earth surrounding the trapped noble loosened.

Moments later, the soil pushed him back to the surface.

The noble stumbled free and quickly regained his footing.

Scott nodded.

"You see?"

He folded his arms.

"If you treated people properly, none of this would've happened."

The bandit leader nodded so hard Scott thought his neck might snap.

"Wise words, sir."

Scott walked toward him.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"My name is Scott."

The leader quickly stretched out his hand.

An honor to meet you, Master Scott.

He forced a nervous smile.

"My name is..."

The words never finished leaving his mouth.

Scott grabbed his hand.

Then calmly spoke.

"Vincula Fracta."

The smile on the bandit leader's face disappeared.

A terrible pain exploded from his right shoulder.

"AAAAAAARGH!"

His birthmark tattoo ignited.

The energy core hidden inside his body surged wildly.

At the same time, Scott felt his own energy core awaken.

The two forces collided.

The bandit leader's eyes widened.

For a brief moment, he fought back.

Then he realized the difference between them.

His energy core wasn't being challenged.

It was being swallowed.

Completely overwhelmed.

Within seconds, the struggle ended.

The bandit leader's eyes rolled backward.

His body collapsed onto the dirt road.

Thud.

Unconscious.

Scott released the handshake.

A moment later, the two wolves reappeared.

Both immediately lowered their heads.

Above them floated a glowing contract scroll.

It hovered patiently before Scott.

Waiting.

Scott ignored it.

Instead, he walked toward the noble.

The scroll followed him.

The noble stared at it in disbelief.

Then Scott casually pointed at it.

"Here."

The noble blinked.

Scott shrugged.

"That idiot killed your beast."

His eyes drifted toward the remains of the giant cobra.

"I think it's only fair you get his."

The noble's mouth opened.

Then closed.

Then opened again.

For a moment, he couldn't find any words.

Finally, he bowed deeply.

"I am grateful, sir."

His voice was sincere.

"You saved my life."

He looked toward the carriage.

"And my daughters."

Then at the floating contract scroll.

"And now you are granting me two Legendary Beasts."

He lowered his head again.

"Please tell me what you desire."

"I cannot allow myself to remain indebted to you."

Inside Scott's mind, a familiar voice spoke.

He can train you.

Scott's eyes brightened slightly.

That wasn't a bad idea.

He motioned toward the scroll.

"Sign the contract first."

The noble nodded.

Without hesitation, he placed his palm against it.

The contract scroll glowed.

Moments later, the birthmark tattoo on his hand lit up.

The wolves howled softly.

The contract was complete.

The beasts now belonged to him.

The noble looked toward Scott.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Scott answered immediately.

"I want you to become my master."

Silence.

The noble froze.

"What?"

The man's expression became strange.

Almost confused.

He looked at Scott.

Then at where the God-Tier Beast had stood moments ago.

Then back at Scott.

Become his master?

The request felt absurd.

A young man capable of commanding a God-Tier Beast was asking him for guidance?

That made no sense.

Nobody contracted a God-Tier Beast through luck.

Such people stood at the peak of the world.

What exactly could he teach someone like that?

Countless questions filled the noble's mind.

Scott interrupted them.

"I want to learn how to fight."

The noble looked at him again.

This time more carefully.

Scott's body was thin.

His posture was rough.

His movements lacked discipline.

He looked less like a warrior and more like a boy who had spent his entire life struggling to survive.

For the first time, the noble realized something.

Scott genuinely didn't know how to fight.

But that only made the mystery surrounding him even greater.

How had someone like this contracted a God-Tier Beast?

The noble wanted to ask.

Desperately.

But he knew better.

Some secrets weren't meant to be questioned.

Eventually, he nodded.

"If that is your wish, sir..."

He bowed slightly.

"Then I will train you."

A small smile appeared on Scott's face.

The answer was exactly what he needed.

At the same moment, the giant white bear dissolved into light and returned to Scott's domain.

The pressure weighing on the forest disappeared.

The noble's daughters cautiously stepped out of the carriage.

The unconscious bandit leader remained sprawled across the road.

Nobody paid him any attention.

Together, Scott and the noble climbed into the carriage.

The horses began moving once more.

As the forest slowly disappeared behind them, they continued toward the next city.