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"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.
Today was their tenth birthday. Today, luck would decide their destiny at this tender age... Their lifelong aspirations depended on this exact moment.
Today, they would contract their beast.
The Ceremony Master stood at the altar, his robust frame imposing in the temple's light.
His beast, a Marble Armor Spirit evolved to Silver rank level 2, pulsed with a subtle argentine glow. The beast had matured after reaching the 5th rank, an achievement few could match and even fewer could surpass.
He struck his staff against the floor, the sound echoing through the ancient halls.
"The Ceremony of Ten Years begins now. The beasts will take the mana poisoning your young bodies and save you," he announced, his voice loaded with tradition.
"Remember, your beast's rank determines your place in our society. Iron for the slaves, Bronze for the workers, Silver for the privileged."
He didn't mention the higher ranks. He didn't need to.
The 7th rank, Gold 1.
Across the whole city, only five families possessed Gold-rank beasts, and the only living human with a Platinum creature was the king himself.
The only one with a beast of the 10th rank.
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A red egg rested on the altar.
The boy who had placed it there positioned himself in the center of the circle.
The egg cracked.
It began to glow, and then…
"A Crimson Salamander!" The Ceremony Master's announcement pierced through the temple as Ron Blackfire's red egg burst into flames. From the ashes emerged a scarlet creature with scales gleaming like living embers.
Whispers of amazement turned to cheers as the tiny salamander opened its mouth and spat a perfect sphere of fire that danced above Ron's extended palm.
An Iron-rank beast at its lowest... but with vast potential.
Not only could it easily rise to Bronze rank, but with proper cultivation, it could even reach Silver.
The kind of creature that, with proper investment, could transform a mere student into someone bound for comfort and privilege.
Ron's smile widened, already tasting his future among the elite. With his noble family's proper cultivation techniques, his salamander would surely reach Silver rank, guaranteeing him a place among the upper-middle class.
Even now, freshly hatched, it granted him great Strength and the Elemental Affinity to conjure fireballs, at least as long as his mana veins can last.
"Next!" the Ceremony Master announced.
Ren's heart stopped beating for an instant.
It was his turn.
The metallic taste of fear flooded Ren's mouth as he stared at his gray egg on the stone altar.
Around him, dozens of eggs glowed in other children's hands with promises of better futures, deep blues, vibrant greens, intense reds. Most guaranteed at least a Bronze-rank beast at maturity, and the most expensive ones promised creatures with evolution potential up to Silver level 3.
Only his was gray.
The gray egg barely pulsed in Ren's trembling hands. A pathetic heartbeat so weak he had to hold his breath to feel it.
Today, this miserable egg, the cheapest available, would chart his destiny...
Decide his place in the world.
All his parents had been able to get him, after selling their last sellable possessions, was this gray egg.
Not white. Not black. Not even brown. Gray.
The color of failure.
Laughter and congratulations for Ron still echoed in the temple as Ren approached the altar. His gray egg looked even smaller now, following the magnificent display of the Crimson Salamander.
Ren mentally reviewed his chances for the thousandth time, clinging to hope.
There was a 5% chance of getting a Darkness Marsh Frog. It wouldn't be as impressive as a fire salamander, but with the right cultivation technique, a frog could reach the highest Bronze rank, a "mature" Bronze level 2 Marsh Frog.
But he knew it was asking too much; the probability was too low... He had resigned himself.
Ren would get the Weak Plant.
Yet even the Weak Plant with its almost 95% probability wouldn't be the end of the world.
An Iron-rank beast that, well cultivated, could reach the lowest Bronze rank, and by avoiding maturity with a secret technique, some people had even managed to take it to Bronze level 2.
It wouldn't be easy, he'd need to invest every coin earned to buy the secret cultivation technique, work twice as hard as others, but at least he could earn an honest living in the end.
It would mean a decent life, the chance to repay his parents even a fraction of what they had sacrificed for him.
But the egg had 3 options.
People called it the failure's egg not because it usually gave a mediocre plant... They called it that because of those who had the misfortune of drawing the third option.
First option: the plant of the mediocre poor people, 94.99% probability.
Second option: the frog of the lucky poor people, 5% probability.
And then there was that tiny, terrifying 0.01% possibility: a spore.
The spore of the unlucky poor people.
The weakest creature ever recorded, incapable of even maturing completely within the Iron rank.
In other eggs, the lowest possibility, that 0.01%, that 1 in 10,000 chance was a magnificent creature with Silver or Gold potential.
In this one, it was hell.
Practically a death sentence in a world where power was everything.
"Look at the failure's egg!" Klein Goldcrest's mocking voice cut through the air like a whip. "I bet it can't even summon a decent frog!"
All the children laughed.
Ren kept his gaze fixed on his egg. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing how worried he was.
"Silence!" The Ceremony Master's voice resonated against the ancient stone arches. "Remember, this is the most sacred event of your lives. The moment you cease being mere children to become tamers."
Ren closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pitying looks, giggles and contained laughter. His gray egg rested on the altar like fate's mockery, its weak pulse barely detectable under his trembling fingers.
The Patinder's son. The boy with the gray egg.
The sun pierced through the temple's glass, and his egg began to glow.
Or at least, that's what Ren wished he could say.
His egg barely emitted a dim glow, so weak that several children had to squint to confirm it was really glowing at all.
Please, he begged silently, anything but the spore.
The egg cracked.
It didn't explode into flames like Ron's. It didn't open in petals of light like this morning's blue egg, from which a Water Undine had emerged.
It simply... cracked.
A dry, pathetic sound, like a twig snapping.
And from the crack emerged...
A small cloud of gray spores.
The laughter began before the creature finished materializing.
A spore.
The weakest beast ever recorded in the history of summonings. A being so insignificant it didn't even qualify as a complete Iron-rank monster.
"Silence!" ordered the Ceremony Master, but he was trying hard to pretend not to be amused. "Ren Patinder, extend your hand and receive your companion into your body for the first time... It will cure the excess mana in your body."
The cloud of spores floated lazily toward Ren's outstretched palm. It weighed nothing. Emitted no heat. There was no sign of the mystical bond that was supposed to form between beast and tamer.
It just... floated there. Gray. Useless.
"The 0.01%," someone murmured in the crowd. "He really got the 0.01 percent."
Ren kept his head high as he walked down from the altar. His parents had sold everything for this moment. They had worked double shifts.
He wouldn't give these brats the pleasure of seeing him cry.
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