"Father, mother, please give me another chance."
"You are a good for nothing failure."
"We did everything for you, but you disappointed us."
Before the young man can speak further, his father slapped him, causing to him fall.
Before he could get up, his mother clutched his neck, a red light shone from her hand.
The young man screamed in agony, he felt as if neck was being put on an open fire eye of an oven.
After five minutes of agony, her hands left his neck, on his neck was a symbol of a red arrow.
The red arrow meant an outcast, he was no longer welcomed in his clan.
"Leave, and do not return, or the next time you will die."
"Yes, be grateful you were left to live, you miserable wrench."
Zero was barely restraining his tears, He went to his room, and collected his belongings and left the compound.
But as he left, he clenched his fist, and his eyes were full of cold fire, and determination.
He was no longer crying, but instead full of fury, anger, and resentment. These emotions were the fuel.
That fuel ignited a fire in him, this fire is the desire to survive in a cruel world like this.
'I will become something this world has never known.'
Zero thought to himself.
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In this world, mutliple beast have appeared out of gates, humanity faced a calamity, if not the appearance of beast tamers.
Beast tamers are humans, who were able to make beasts submit to them.
And slowly, but surely, humanity was able to stablize itself, and rise against the hordes of beasts.
In a world where taming beasts defines your status, not be able to tame a single one will make you at the bottom of the food chain.
Zero had failed to tame a single beast, which led to his clan outcasting him. Everyone looked down on him, and showed him nothing but mockery, and contempt.
After that day, he was severly scared, a part of him had died, after losing his family, and friends, he swore that he would rise again.
He would found his own clan, and this clan would rule the world.
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In a forest, where there was an eighteen year old, He had a sharp angular face, his vermilion eyes were cold, his skin was flawless alabaster.
His clothes were ragged, there were multiple cuts on his clothes considering, how old they were.
He was standing in front of a cave, this cave is a danger zone, no one had been to survive in it.
He decided to enter this cave, he had nothing but his sword, his shield and an armour.
It was a suicide quest, but he had to do something risky, and this was the beginning of his journey.