Rebirth Of The First Tamer

CH-9

CHAPTER NINE

The hall was buzzing with sounds of excitement, voices echoing with both laughter and excitement.

Patrick was the only one who didn’t have a smile on his face, sauntering through the crowd with a deadpan expression.

With a narrowed gaze, he scoured, eyes moving from one corner to the other.

He had seen everyone he had in mind: Lady Clover, Grandfather Haney, and even his cousin.

But one person was missing: Heather, his sister.

She was one of the main reasons why he had decided to attend that party, but while he was still scanning for her, one of the Tamer council members ran into the hall screaming, “Beasts have this town! All the Tamers have been asked to assemble at once!”

That was a clarion call, and no one was meant to ignore it.

The party came to a forceful end, the weak running to hide.

Patrick joined the assembly, ignoring the eyes of the Emperor at him in disdain.

 “Ohh, isn't that the weakest of the weakest rank, the one that never levels up?” A tamer said as he walked in to join the party that was going for the raid in the dungeon. The other person replied,

 “Don't say that. Don't you know he can hear you?”

He did hear them but acted as if he didn't because he was always seen that way, so he was used to the treatment.

 “Like we all know, this is a D-ranked dungeon that was just discovered, and we've been contracted by the Tamer Council to clear it. This would likely be a walk in the courtyard, but don't let your guard down because anything is possible in the dungeon,” Jarden Ashcroft, the leader of the party who was a B-ranked Tamer, said as they stood at the mouth of the dungeon in preparation to the raid. They all acted nonchalant as he kept talking to the Emperor about the importance of the raid while Patrick went to get things ready. 

They were packed and ready to move into the dungeon. This was the first dungeon raid Patrick would ever experience, and he was a bit nervous.

 “Don't die on us F F-ranked weakest,” A tamer said and laughed as they went into the dungeon. A girl who was almost the same age as Patrick walked up to him and said,

 “Don't be wary of those Tamers; they are all rotten eggs.”

Vera Patterson, a C-ranked healer who was among the party and knew Patrick, was among the few people who were kind to Patrick, and she cheered him up sometimes when he was being treated in a bad way. 

As they got into the dungeon, which was a cave-type dungeon, they walked for some time before they came across monsters, and the monsters all ranged from rank D down to F. They kept clearing the floors in the dungeon like a breeze, and there were few or no injuries, so the two healers in the party had less mana expended.

The chatter in the party became louder as they all began feeling at ease because of how easy it was for them in the dungeon, and one of them said,

 “I wished all dungeons were like this.”

They all laughed as he said it, and they found somewhere they had to rest before they continued their dungeon-clearing. After they rested, they continued and went high in the floors, then the unexpected happened. The floor of the dungeon began shaking violently, which made them lose their sense of direction because it was the shuffling of the floors that made the floors shake. They all thought it was a monster that lived inside the floors, but there was no monster coming, they continued, and the floor kept shaking from time to time, without any monster coming after the first five shakes.

They kept chatting as they went. Then a rushing wing came from the opposite direction in which they were coming, they all stopped and went silent as they looked, and the leader who was in front lifted his hand, signaling them to stop.

 “Something isn't right; the atmosphere has changed. This doesn't feel like the dungeon we entered,” Jarden said as he signaled them to take positions. Then a roar was heard from the darkness of the dungeon, which sent shivers into their spines. Jarden, who realized the danger that was ahead, yelled at everyone,

 “Fall back, fall back. We're leaving this dungeon!”

With shock on their faces, everyone began running, but before they could take more than five steps, the ground below them gave way as they all fell into a spacious enclosure which had statues that sat around inside the hall with different types of weapons in their hands, and ahead of them was a beast which was feared amongTamers, the Pyroclasm.

This was a majestic phoenix-like creature engulfed in ever-burning flames. Its roar ignites the air with fiery embers and can incinerate obstacles in its path, channelling intense mana through its blazing plumage. Fear struck everyone as they saw the beast in the chambers, then one of them yelled in fear,

 “I thought they said this was a D-ranked dungeon? What is that thing doing here?”

Out of human instinct, they all began running towards what looked like an entrance, but the first two people who took to their heels were already found on the floor with their heads out of their bodies. Seeing this, their screams echoed through the chambers as Jarden yelled in command,

 “Gather around, everyone, we need to make plans if we want to survive this.”

The ladies in the group were already scared that they couldn't move their legs, but sat on the ground. Things were already getting heated, and as for Patrick, he was behind the party, which he felt was the safest place to be, but he heard a thud coming closer from behind, as he turned to see what it was. It was one of the sitting statues that were already close to them. The statue raised the sword in its hand and gave a large swing towards them, then Patrick grabbed Vera, who was close to him, and dived to the ground as he yelled,

 “Behind us!”

Before they could react, some of the party members were already cut in half. This was the end for them; they all saw death, and they knew it was coming for them. Then Patrick yelled again,

 “Run towards the pyroclasm.”

 “Are you mad? that's running to our instant death,” A tamer said in fear, but Patrick had already taken Vera by the hand and ran off towards the pyroclasm as he replied,

 “Well, die either way.”

With no other option, the remaining ran with them. On getting 15 feet close to the beast, the pyroclasm took a fast swoop and went directly towards Patrick, who thought he was about to die, but the beast drove right into him. He felt a burning sensation as he yelled for help. As they looked at him rolling on the floor, they ran up to the place where the pyroclasm was, and the statue stopped chasing them, but by now, more than half of them were already dead.

Patrick was still rolling on the ground and begging for help when his body gave out a huge explosion that sent the statue towards the wall. Then he stood up, and this time the burning had stopped, but his body was still on fire. Then he heard a voice in his head that said,

 “Flame adaptation mastered.”

Then, as the other statues came rushing to him, he raised his hands as if he wanted to block off their attack, but flames burst out of his hands as the statues went flying. Two of the statues were already destroyed, and the voice said again,

 “Golems destroyed, leveling up.”

As the voice finished its sentence, the flames around Patrick grew larger in a burst as the remaining statues came charging towards him. He raised his hand towards them as a large blast came off and destroyed the rest. He fell to the ground, but most of his body was already burnt because of the flames of the pyroclasm.

 “Heal him, get him fixed,’ Jarden said as Vera ran towards him.