My God-Tier Beast Begged Me Not to Contract It

The Contract

Before anything could emerge from the glowing red circle, Scott suddenly screamed.

"AAARGH!"

A sharp, burning pain exploded from the right side of his chest.

It felt as though someone had pressed a red-hot iron directly into his skin.

He dropped to his knees.

His fingers clawed at his chest.

The pain was unbearable.

Sweat poured from his face as his body shook violently.

Unfortunately, nobody paid attention.

The prisoners had bigger problems.

Earlier, the guards had already unlocked their restraints in preparation for an emergency.

Now every prisoner was desperately throwing themselves against the cage door.

"Open it!"

"Let us out!"

"We don't want to die here!"

Fear had consumed them as the shake the cage violently.

Around the arena, chaos was already spreading.

Many spectators abandoned their seats and fled toward the exits.

Most had never witnessed a God-Tier Beast before.

But they had heard the stories.

Entire cities destroyed.

Thousands slaughtered.

Kingdoms brought to ruin.

No sane person wanted to stay and witness such a creature.

Not everyone ran.

Many summoners and mages remained behind.

Their beasts appeared around them as they prepared for battle.

On the royal platform, King Aldric rose from his seat.

"Activate the barrier!"

His voice thundered across the arena.

Immediately, dozens of elite mages raised their staffs.

Ancient runes ignited around the arena walls.

A massive dome of shimmering blue energy rose into the sky, sealing the entire ceremonial ground.

Nothing would enter.

Nothing would leave.

Meanwhile, the creature finally began to emerge.

The red circle pulsed.

The ground cracked.

Then something white slowly rose from beneath the ground.

First came its back.

A mountain of snow-white fur.

Then its enormous shoulders.

Its massive head followed.

The entire arena fell silent.

The creature resembled a giant polar bear.

No beast has radiate such terror since the ceremony began.

Ancient glowing tattoos covered every inch of its body. Thousands of intricate symbols moved beneath its fur like living rivers of light. Strange runes pulsed across its limbs, neck, chest, and face.

Nobody recognized the language.

The beast's presence alone made breathing difficult.

Many spectators collapsed to their knees.

Others vomited from fear.

It felt less like a living creature and more like an ancient god awakening from sleep.

"Release the prisoners!" the king shouted.

The guards wasted no time.

The cage doors swung open.

The prisoners exploded into motion.

They scattered in every direction.

Some sprinted toward the audience platforms.

Others tried climbing walls.

Many simply screamed while running blindly.

But moments later they slammed into the magical barrier surrounding the arena.

Their hopes shattered instantly.

The beast finally opened its eyes.

Two glowing crimson eyes.

The moment they opened, the pain inside Scott's chest vanished.

Just like that.

Gone.

Scott gasped for breath.

Confused, he grabbed his torn shirt and pulled it aside.

His eyes widened.

A tattoo had appeared.

A dragon.

Its crimson body curled across the right side of his chest.

The markings looked ancient.

Alive.

"How...?"

Scott whispered.

But he quickly pushed the question away.

There were more important matters.

Escape.

His eyes drifted toward the far-right side of the arena.

Hope flickered.

An underground tunnel.

Few people knew it existed.

Years ago, when he was still a child, he and several village children used it to sneak inside and watch ceremonies.

The entrance was hidden beneath a wooden cover buried under sand.

If he could reach it...

Maybe he could escape.

Maybe he could get back to his mother.

Suddenly screams erupted around him.

The massacre had begun.

The God-Tier Beast moved.

No.

It vanished.

One moment it stood in the center of the arena.

The next moment the cheerful prisoner disappeared.

Crunch.

A gigantic jaw snapped shut.

Blood sprayed across the floor.

The talkative prisoner never even saw death coming.

His body vanished between the beast's teeth.

The arena erupted into panic.

The beast blurred again.

And again.

Within seconds, twenty prisoners were gone.

Eaten.

Destroyed.

As if they had never existed.

Scott's legs refused to move.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

The creature was simply too fast.

Too powerful.

Too terrifying.

Then something strange happened.

A voice appeared inside his mind.

No...

Not a voice.

A thought.

The beast's thoughts.

Yes...

Humans...

More humans...

I will feast on your flesh and devour your energy cores.

I will grow stronger.

The prisoners have weak energy cores.

Worthless.

I need stronger prey.

Scott froze.

His eyes widened.

He could hear it.

Every thought.

Every intention.

Every desire.

Huh?

A barrier?

Stupid humans.

Even one hundred of you cannot imprison me.

What the hell?

Scott nearly forgot his fear.

I'm hearing its thoughts...

An idea suddenly appeared.

A terrible idea.

If the beast wanted powerful energy cores...

Then its attention should be somewhere else.

Scott focused.

Then projected a thought.

The royal platform.

Those people have stronger energy cores.

The royal family.

The nobles.

Go eat them.

The reaction was immediate.

The giant bear froze.

Its massive head spun around.

Searching.

Who said that?

The thought boomed inside Scott's mind.

WHO DARES?

WHO HEARS MY THOUGHTS?

The beast's eyes swept across the arena.

Then they landed on Scott.

Its gaze sharpened.

The pressure nearly crushed him.

Interesting...

If you can hear me...

Your energy core surpasses everyone here.

I will begin with you.

I will tear apart your flesh.

Crush your bones.

And devour every drop of your power.

Scott's blood turned cold.

His entire body shook.

He couldn't even stand.

Meanwhile, two figures floated into the air above the arena.

Powerful summoners.

Neither belonged to Azra.

Their presence alone made the atmosphere heavier.

King Aldric stepped forward.

"Please."

His voice carried urgency.

"Weaken the beast."

Both summoners looked toward him.

"I will reward you with anything you desire."

The king's eyes burned with greed.

"I want to contract it."

One of the summoners nodded.

The beast noticed them immediately.

Hunters...

Dangerous ones.

Its gaze returned to Scott.

But first...

I will devour this human.

The giant bear lunged.

BOOM!

Its paw smashed through the prison cage.

Iron bars exploded like twigs.

Dust filled the air.

At the center of the ruins knelt Scott.

Prince Franky burst into laughter.

"Finally!!"

His eyes shone with excitement.

"This is how a slave should die!"

Around the arena, everyone watched.

Waiting.

The two summoners remained airborne.

Prepared to attack the moment the beast committed itself.

Scott closed his eyes.

His body trembled.

Death felt inevitable.

Then...

Nothing happened.

Scott slowly opened his eyes.

The beast stood frozen.

Completely motionless.

Its massive body refused to move.

The creature's thoughts suddenly filled with panic.

What?

What did you do?

Why can't I move?

Scott blinked in confusion.

Then the dragon tattoo on his chest erupted with crimson light.

The glow intensified.

Brighter.

Brighter.

Brighter.

The entire arena noticed.

King Aldric shot to his feet.

"What is that?"

Franky stared.

"That slave..."

Nobody understood what they were seeing.

The bear's eyes widened with pure terror.

It saw the glowing tattoo.

And fear consumed it.

No...

No, no, no...

Not the Dragon King's Mark!

The beast's thoughts became desperate.

Human!

Please!

Set me free!

I beg you!

Do not form a contract with me, i am worthless!

I don't want to become a human slave!

Please!

I'll never enter your world again!

Just let me go!

Scott stared blankly.

Before the beast could continue begging, a crimson contract scroll appeared before him.

The entire arena fell silent.

Every noble.

Every mage.

Every summoner.

Every spectator.

All of them stared in disbelief.

Franky's mouth fell open.

Sarah looked frozen.

The king himself stood speechless.

A slave...

A slave was about to contract a God-Tier Beast.

Something that had never happened in Azra's history.

Scott looked at the floating scroll.

His thoughts immediately returned to one person.

His mother.

If I get this beast...

I can leave.

I can go to her.

Without hesitation, he pressed his palm against the scroll.

A blinding crimson light exploded across the arena.

The contract was forged.

The God-Tier Beast let out a miserable howl.

Scott felt every ounce of strength leave his body.

His vision blurred.

His legs gave out beneath him.

The last thing he saw was the crimson light swallowing the entire arena.

Then he fell backward on the floor.