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Beast Master? More Like Farm Manager!

🇵🇭Rey_Riz
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Eliot never expected to die at the hands of Truck Kun, and certainly never expected to be reincarnated into a world of mystical beast masters, where every human has a unique power and the creatures they command are more dangerous and spectacular than anything he’s seen in his old life. But when the cosmic forces mishandled his reincarnation, Eliot was thrust into a world full of absurdity, chaos, and creatures that can only be described as very much not from Earth. Now, armed with an unpredictable power, a chicken with a superiority complex, and a pig-bird hybrid that can’t stop eating his clothes, Eliot is faced with the ultimate challenge: learning to be a beast master—a title he definitely didn’t ask for. With his so-called mentor, Lyra, being more of a chaotic force of nature than a teacher, Eliot has to navigate a world where beast battles, magical creatures, and the constant risk of being eaten by something with teeth the size of his head are just part of the daily grind. The guilds are bureaucratic, the creatures are way too smart for their own good, and his powers make him the target of both allies and enemies. Along the way, Eliot will try (and fail) to make sense of his new life, face off against absurdly strong opponents, and attempt to actually get his beasts to follow basic commands—while somehow managing not to destroy the world in the process. Will Eliot ever find a way to use his powers without causing absolute chaos? And more importantly, will he ever get to sleep through the night without being woken up by an overly smug chicken?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Truck Kun Incident

Eliot had always considered himself an ordinary guy. In fact, if you asked him, he'd probably say he was a little too ordinary. The kind of guy who got up at 7 AM, brewed a cup of coffee, and sighed as the world around him spun with the chaotic grace of someone who just didn't belong.

This ordinary existence, however, came to a screeching halt one afternoon.

It was a usual day, one of those that made Eliot feel like the universe had nothing but low expectations for him. His boss had just sent him another one of those emails marked with the passive-aggressive subject line: "Can you please redo this report? Again."

He sighed heavily, his forehead pressed against his office desk. How many times could one person redo the same thing?

And then, out of nowhere—bam!

There was no time to even process what was happening. A giant truck, with a horn so loud that it could probably be heard from space, rammed into him. The last thing Eliot saw before everything went dark was the immense front grill of the truck bearing down on him, and for a split second, he thought, Well, at least this is kind of a cool way to go out…

Then, nothing.

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When Eliot opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the sky. A sky that, frankly, looked like it had been plucked straight out of a fantasy novel. What the heck?

He wasn't in his office anymore. He wasn't even in his city. Instead, Eliot found himself lying on the ground in the middle of a forest, surrounded by lush greenery and the odd scent of something far too sweet.

Okay, this is either a dream, or I've gone full "Truck Kun."

A small creature with the wings of a bird and the body of an overfed pig waddled up to him, snorted, and gave him a curious look.

"Uh… hello?" Eliot asked, though he wasn't sure if that was the right approach to take. The creature tilted its head, as if considering the question, before farting loudly and waddling off. Eliot blinked.

Definitely not a dream, then.

He sat up slowly, feeling a bit more than disoriented. How… how did I get here?

"Hey!" a voice called from nearby. Eliot whipped around, expecting to see someone—anyone—but there was only a young woman with wild hair and a rather intense expression on her face, clutching a long staff in her hand.

"Oh, great. I've been reincarnated into some weird fantasy world, haven't I?" Eliot muttered to himself.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "You… can hear me?"

"Well, I hope so," Eliot replied. "Or this conversation is going to be real awkward."

The woman stepped closer, eyeing him with curiosity. "Hmm. You're different. Most people who end up here don't even know what a staff is."

"Staff? Is that what you're holding?" Eliot said, pointing at the weapon.

"Yes, obviously," she said with the kind of arrogance usually reserved for people who were really into their particular hobbies. She paused, clearly sizing him up. "I am Lyra, a beast master-in-training. You've been reincarnated into our world. Welcome."

"Beast master? Like, you control animals or something?" Eliot asked, standing up and brushing off his pants. He was still processing the fact that his life was now, apparently, not his life anymore.

"Not just animals," she replied smugly. "I control beasts—powerful creatures. Dragons, wyverns, giant wolves. And soon, I'll be the greatest beast master to ever live."

"Well, good luck with that," Eliot said dryly. "But I've gotta be honest with you… I think there's been some kind of mistake. I wasn't really planning on getting reincarnated. I just wanted to live a quiet life, you know?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Mistake? I think not. The world of beast masters is an honorable one. If you're lucky, you'll be granted your own beast companion, one that will fight alongside you."

"Beast companion, huh?" Eliot glanced around, half-expecting a huge, terrifying beast to suddenly leap out at him. Instead, he saw nothing but the weird little pig-bird hybrid from earlier, still waddling off in the distance. "I'll take my chances with the pig-bird."

Lyra scoffed. "You wouldn't be able to control such a weak creature. You need to earn your beast's trust. You need to show dominance."

Oh boy. I've really landed in the deep end, haven't I?

Eliot sighed and looked around the forest, wondering how long he'd have to stand here before the world figured out that he wasn't supposed to be a part of this crazy fantasy land.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm in the world of beast masters. But can someone at least tell me how to get back to my original world? You know, before I start having to train dragons or whatever?"

Lyra just laughed at him. "Back to your world? You're stuck here now, buddy. You'll have to learn how to survive in the world of beasts. You might even become a great beast master. Who knows? Maybe your beast will be—"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Eliot interrupted, rubbing his temples. "Before we continue with this strange journey of beast mastery, can we address the fact that I'm stuck here in a weird world with no idea how to get out? And my first beast encounter was with… well, that pig-bird hybrid?"

Lyra gave him a bemused look, then shrugged. "We all start somewhere."

Eliot rubbed his eyes again, half hoping that when he opened them, he'd be back in his office, sipping lukewarm coffee and pretending to care about the report his boss had sent him. No such luck.

Instead, Lyra was still standing there, looking at him like he was the weirdest thing she'd ever encountered, and that pig-bird hybrid had wandered off into the trees, probably plotting its next mischief.

"So, what now?" Eliot asked, trying to shake off the lingering confusion. "Do I just… start training beasts? Do I need to pass some kind of test, or…?"

Lyra tilted her head, staring at him for a long moment, before breaking into a smirk. "Oh, there's no test. The real test is survival. The beasts choose you. And trust me, they can be a little… picky."

Great. So, I'm going to be chosen by some beast that's as picky as a toddler with a peanut allergy?

"Survival?" Eliot echoed. "Are you telling me that I'm supposed to just wander into the woods and hope a beast picks me? What if it's a really big one, like a dragon? Or one that breathes fire?"

"Then you'd probably die," Lyra said casually, as if she were discussing the weather. "But that's part of the fun."

Eliot blinked. "Fun?"

"Oh, don't worry. You'll figure it out," she said, sounding entirely too confident for his liking. "And don't worry about finding a beast just yet. Let's get you settled in first. You'll need supplies, shelter, and—"

Before she could finish, the sounds of rustling leaves filled the air, followed by a loud squawk.

Eliot's eyes widened. "What the heck was that?"

Lyra grinned mischievously. "Ah, it's a good time to introduce you to your first beast, I suppose."

The air seemed to shift as something large emerged from the trees—but it wasn't a dragon. Or even a wolf. It was… a chicken.

A large, ridiculously overgrown chicken, with feathers so scruffy they looked like they hadn't seen a comb in ages. The chicken clucked loudly, and then waddled over to Eliot with all the confidence of a king strutting through his court.

Eliot stared, slack-jawed. "That's… that's your idea of a beast?"

Lyra snickered. "Well, it's your beast now, isn't it?"

Eliot stared at the chicken for a long, awkward moment. "This is what I'm working with? A chicken? Does it, like, have superpowers or something?"

Lyra rolled her eyes. "It's not just a chicken, it's a beast. And yes, it has potential. The potential to evolve. If you train it right."

I can't even train myself to wake up on time for work, and now I have to train a chicken?

Before he could protest further, the chicken took a step forward and gave him an exaggerated cluck. It then proceeded to peck at his shoes.

"This is how I'm going to die, isn't it?" Eliot muttered to himself.

Lyra, clearly enjoying his discomfort, clapped her hands. "Exactly! If you don't get a handle on this, it could be your end. But don't worry, I'll help. First lesson: beasts are like people. You need to form a bond with them."

"Bond?" Eliot looked down at the chicken, which had now decided to sit on his foot like it owned the place. "Is this… is this what bonding looks like? Because it feels more like a poultry-related hostage situation."

Lyra didn't miss a beat. "Oh, trust me, you'll get used to it. Let's see how well you can communicate with it."

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "Communicate? With a chicken?"

She gave him a nod. "Yep. You're a beast master now. So, try it."

Here goes nothing. Eliot bent down, staring at the chicken, which stared back with the same level of intensity as a loaf of bread.

"Uh… okay," Eliot said, unsure where this was going. "Here we go. Bok bok bok!"

He gave his best attempt at mimicking the chicken's cluck. The sound was loud, obnoxious, and decidedly unconvincing, but to his surprise, the chicken flapped its wings and strutted proudly.

Lyra's eyes widened. "Wait… that actually worked?"

Eliot straightened up, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. "Did it? I mean, yeah, of course it worked. I've got a way with animals."

The chicken clucked again, this time much louder, as if issuing some sort of challenge. It hopped off his foot and strutted around him in a circle, eyeing him like it was sizing him up for a fight.

Eliot had to admit, the whole situation was absolutely ridiculous. But somehow, against all logic, he felt... a weird sense of achievement.

"Well, alright," Eliot said, more to himself than to anyone else. "I'm officially a beast master. And my first beast is a chicken. Great."

Lyra was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh, you're going to be a hit, I can already tell."

As the chicken strutted away with a proud cluck, Eliot realized that maybe, just maybe, his life had taken a strange turn—but at least he wasn't dead. Not yet, anyway.

"Alright," Eliot muttered, shaking his head. "Bring it on, world of beast masters. Let's see what else you've got."

And so began Eliot's not-so-heroic journey in the world of beast masters. Little did he know, his quirky, awkward nature and his surprising ability to communicate with creatures in the most ridiculous ways were exactly what he needed to survive and, somehow, thrive.

But for now, all he could think was: I can't believe I got hit by Truck Kun.