Rebirth Of The First Tamer

CH-2

The hall fell into a dead, suffocating silence, the kind that made it impossible to breathe. 

Everyone, the whole hall was shocked to their very core, their eyes dilated and their jaws were hanging so low it felt like they would snap off their hinges.

 It was impossible to believe. It was a joke, it had to be a sick, twisted joke of the heavens. 

The talentless and auraless trash of the city, the boy who had been kicked out like a stray dog, had awakened an SSS class dragon beast!

Above Patrick's head, the dragon flew with a majestic dominance, its golden scales glittering like the morning sun rays.

The sheer pressure from the beast snapped the crowd off from their breaths.

And then, their eyes slowly shifted towards Prince. 

At his feet, sat a tiny, pathetic looking F-Class cat. It just sat there, licking its paws without a single ounce of majestic aura or power that was expected from him.

"That's, that's impossible!" Helena Spec escaped rushing forward towards her son. 

Her heels clicked aggressively against the floor, and her face flushed red with a mixture of absolute denial and burning rage. She pointed a trembling finger right at Patrick's face.

"He cheated!" She screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "There is no way that someone who had no aura, not even a single drop of it, could awaken such a powerful beast! It's impossible!"

She glared at the golden dragon, and then looked down at the pathetic cat by her son's feet with pure disgust. 

"My son was born with an overflow of aura! He is a genius! He is supposed to awaken a legendary beast, not a low class beast like this! This trash must have used some dirty trick to take what rightfully belongs to him!"

Her words broke the spell of silence that had captured the hall. 

Suddenly, the crowd erupted. Everyone immediately agreed to this, as it could be the only explanation, their voices overlapping in a chaotic storm of accusations and sneers. 

"She is absolutely right! How could a trash without aura awaken a dragon?"

"He must be a sorcerer! Definitely employed one if you ask me!"

However, Patrick stood there, his face as calm, almost unreadable. 

He didn't flinch, he didn't stutter, and he didn't cower like the old Patrick would have. 

He knew the truth, but he kept it to himself. 

As Patrick Hue, the founder of the taming society, the first beast tamer the world had ever seen, he knew exactly how this worked. These fools had spent a hundred years twisting his teachings into garbage. 

He knew that beasts were contracted by aura, yes, but the beast a person awakened was destined right from birth. 

Aura was nothing but a sign. It was just a bodily reaction and a signal that one would awaken a powerful beast. It didn't create the beast, it only welcomed it. 

His step brother had stolen his aura pool at birth using forbidden sorcery, but he couldn't steal his destiny. The SSS class dragon was always meant for this body. 

But Patrick just looked at them, watching them bark like clueless dogs. 

"Arrest him! He is using dark arts!" 

Everyone attacks Patrick, pointing their fingers and shouting at the top of their lungs, accusing him of being a sorcerer, and stealing what rightfully belongs to his brother. 

"He stole Prince's fate! He stole his beast!"

"Trash will always be trash, resorting to stealing!"

"Enough!" A booming voice cut through the chaos, heavy and filled with authority. 

Henry, his grandfather, stepped forward. His face churned with a deep, dark scowl, his hands gripping his walking cane so tightly his knuckles turned white. 

He looked at Patrick with eyes full of disgust, like he was looking at a cockroach that had crawled onto his dining table. 

"I am embarrassed," Henry spat, his voice laced with pure venom. "And I am irritated."

He shook his head, sneering at Patrick. "No wonder he walked into the hall with such confidence today. I should have known that a talentless fool wouldn't dare show his face unless he had a trick up his sleeves."

He turned to the crowd, validating their anger. "You always been dubious even as a child, that's why I didn't think twice before tossing you out. This is just another one of his dirty schemes isn't it!"

Patrick's eyes turned cold, a chilling smirk playing on his lips. 

"Not as shady as your family," Patrick responded.

He didn't even look at the old man anymore. Instead, he turns to the crowd, his eyes sweeping over their angry, pathetic faces. 

"Do you really believe any sorcery could change one's fate?" 

 "Do you really think a mortal trick can steal a destiny given by the heavens?" Patrick's voice echoed loudly through the halls.

The angry shouts died in their throats. Their mouths hung open, but nobody could speak, still stunned. 

Because if sorcery could truly steal fate, then all their prestigious bloodlines, all their pride, meant absolutely nothing. It meant anyone could just steal their power. The very thought terrified them to their bones. 

"Don't give us that bull crap!" Prince stepped in, his face squeezed inwards with pure fury and humiliation. 

He couldn't stand the silence. He couldn't stand the fact that Patrick was the one controlling the room. 

"You are nothing but street trash!" Prince roared, pointing at the golden dragon floating in the air. "That dragon beast belongs to me! You stole it, and I am taking it back!"

As if understanding the situation, the SSS class dragon beast let out a low, rumbling growl. 

It looked down at Patrick, its golden eyes filled with absolute disdain. Even the dragon hates Patrick seeing how weak his current body is. 

"You are weak," The dragon's voice echoed in their minds, a telepathic projection of its pride. "You have no aura. You do not deserve me." The beast rejected Patrick just like everyone else without even a second thought. 

The dragon turned its massive head towards Prince, sensing the stolen, overflowing aura pool inside the golden child. 

"I belong to the strong, not someone weak and pathetic. You deserve the cat instead," the dragon stated, hovering closer to Prince making a smile to cut through his face.

Down on the floor, the little F-Class cat looked up. Its ears drooped slightly, and it let out a soft, pathetic meow like they had drawn a stab into its heart.

Prince's chest puffed out, a wide, arrogant smile returning to his face. The dragon itself had chosen him and that reestablished his status.

"Listen here, trash I will give you a chance to give up the beast for an exchange of anything you want."

He crossed his arms, looking at Patrick like a generous god giving alms to a beggar. 

"Besides, you could never take care of such a powerful beast with your current statues. An SSS class beast requires mountains of resources, pure aura crystals, and top tier training. Only the Spec resources could provide that which sadly you're not."

The crowd immediately broke out into murmurs. 

"Prince is right! That trash would just starve the dragon to death!"

"He is being too generous! He should just take it by force!"

"The Spec family is the only one worthy of an SSS class beast anyway."

They spoke like they didn't even come from the same bloodline and Patrick didn't care. In fact, it was better.

Prince reached into his spatial ring with a smug look on his face. He pulled out a glowing, spatial pouch and tossed it onto the stage between them. 

"I offer you 1000 beast evolvers," Prince announced proudly. 

The hall gasped. 1000 beast evolvers was a massive fortune! It was enough to make a poor man rich for three lifetimes. 

But Prince offered 1000 beast revolvers but everyone knew that this wouldn't help if the class of the beast was already weak. Beast evolvers could help a beast grow, but if the beast was an F-Class cat, no amount of evolvers could change its fundamental trash tier. 

They all looked at Patrick, expecting him to cry tears of gratitude for this charity. 

Instead, Patrick smirks. 

He didn't look at the pouch of evolvers. He didn't look at the arrogant dragon that was practically begging to be with Prince. 

He stares at the calm cat, and then at the arrogant dragon, and points to the cat. 

"I want that," Patrick said, his voice calm and steady. "And the beast evolver, but 2000 instead."

The hall went dead silent again. 

Did he just ask for the F-Class cat? Did he just willingly trade an SSS class dragon for a useless furball and some evolvers? 

Prince burst into laughter, thinking the trash had finally lost his mind from the shock. 

But Patrick just kept his eyes on the little gray cat. 

Only he could see what others couldn't. 

They saw an F-Class cat which in this world was nothing but trash.

But Patrick saw something else entirely. 

The cat was the first beast and the King of taming, the most powerful beast in the world. 

Only that this one was still young. It hadn't awakened its true form yet. 

It was the beast he had when he was still on earth, the very first companion that had helped him conquer the beast realm a hundred years ago. 

And The spec of the cat was its ability to control other beasts.