The wind howled across the desolate plains, swirling around the mighty figure standing amidst the wreckage of a once-great empire. Towering beasts, creatures of immense power and grace, stood by his side, their loyalty unwavering. Their glowing eyes reflected the cold determination of the man they served: Hiro, the Sovereign of Beasts.

He had never sought power for power's sake. All Hiro had ever wanted was to live in harmony with his beasts, away from the affairs of gods and men. His dominion was a sanctuary, a kingdom not of men but of creatures, where legendary beings thrived under his rule. They were more than just beasts—they were his companions, his friends, each one holding a place in his heart.

But the gods saw something different.

To them, Hiro's connection to these powerful entities was a threat. He had tamed creatures even the gods could not control, had forged bonds that transcended the natural order. And that terrified them.

They feared what Hiro could become—what he might do if he ever turned his power against them. And so, the gods, in their arrogance and fear, conspired against him.

Hiro's beasts roared in defiance as the heavens opened, and the gods descended, their divine weapons gleaming with righteous fury. The sky crackled with the energy of the divine, but Hiro remained unshaken. He had known this day would come. He had felt the unease of the gods for years. But even in the face of their betrayal, he sought no vengeance.

Until the moment they struck him down.

With his body failing and the world crumbling around him, Hiro's mind was clear. He did not curse the gods. He did not rage against their fear or jealousy. Instead, as the light faded from his eyes, he whispered a vow to the heavens, a promise that echoed through the cosmos.

"I will rise again. And when I do... even the gods will fall."

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Years Later, In a New World…

Hiro's eyes fluttered open to the soft light of dawn streaming through a small window. The weight of his past pressed heavily on his mind, but the world around him was different—quieter, more peaceful. He was no longer the mighty Beastlord, no longer the sovereign feared by gods. Here, he was a boy of sixteen, living in the quiet village of Graybrook.

But the memories of his past life were vivid and unrelenting. The betrayal, the beasts, the promise he had made. It all came rushing back to him.

And with that, so did his purpose.

This new world was different. Here, people lived among beasts without understanding the power they held. They saw them as nothing more than animals, part of the natural landscape, unworthy of attention. But Hiro knew the truth. The beasts of this world held untapped potential—potential he could unlock.

The day of his class assignment was today.

And even in this new world, Hiro could feel the familiar stirrings of power. His class—Beast Sovereign—was waiting for him, as it had before. This world may have forgotten the true strength of beasts, but Hiro had not. The gods had once feared him, and in this new life, they would again.

This time, however, Hiro would not seek peace. He would rise to reclaim his power, to rebuild what was lost, and to exact his vengeance on those who had dared betray him.

The journey to reclaim his throne as the Beastlord had begun.