Chapter 2: Tamer’s guild

A crowd stood in front of what looked like a fancy outhouse.

Nobody would ever innocence be fooled by the structure. The Tamer's Guild was the single most powerful organization in all of Titagian. There was such a structure in every settlement no matter how remote, such was their reach and influence. They superseded even the royal family and the royal family was akin to gods.

Every year on the eve of the harvest-wind, prospective tamers are given their first monster girl and then told to explore the world and decide what they want to do in life. Simon liked his Dad's explanation better, as grim as it might have been.

'See here son, Do you know why all men have to become tamers at a minimum of two years when they become of age? Simple, men are best used as cum bags. Anything a man can do a monster girl can do better, and we do not have the luxury of being born a woman and having the power of a tier 6 monster girl by simply existing. So whatever we want to become in life, we tend to tame monster girls fit for that job so the guild just nudges us along.'

He stood with the crowd of young men, all eager to get their first monster girl.

All of them here were at a minimum of 18 and a maximum of 20, known as the ripe years. If you were too young bonding with a monster girl could have serious consequences so it was heavily discouraged and too old, well you get imprisoned by either the kingdom or the guild, and a monster girl or six is forced into your place of confinement and after a six-month imprisonment where you are bound to form a bond with at least one of them you were sent on your merry way.

Technically he could skip this process since he had a monster girl but to achieve his dream he had to get that monster tamer license.

So Simon stood with a gaggle of hopeful village teenagers unaware of just how fucked up the society they lived in was.

Not that he cared much one way or the other.

In front of the door were three counters made of marble that still looked as fresh as new even though they had been here for years. Each of the receptionists were monster girls of the psychic variety and on this day they were very high-tiered high leveled ones.

Young men were going in front three at a time getting evaluated, getting a monster girl gem, and then cycling out, ready to start a new chapter in their lives.

Since he was so late he looked for his friends hoping to cut the long cue short.

Sadly they were nowhere to be seen so either they left or they did not arrive yet.

He got annoyed at the cue. The chances of monster girl impregnation were .1% so you had to fuck one 1000 times if you hoped for conception and yet there was a veritable army standing here. Granted when sex was essentially food the odds got a lot higher but still there was such a crowd every year.

Just how much fucking was going around?

After about an hour it was finally his time.

Simon had gotten so bored that he had taken to playing with his shadow.

So it was a shock when in his head a feminine voice went.

'Please step up.'

Recovering from the whiplash he went in front of the counter.

On the opposite side sat a very cute pixie of a monster girl, who he knew could blow his brains in an instant if he did something funny.

'Quite accurate.'

Simon forgot that the monster girl had access to all his thoughts at this distance and could communicate with him by thought alone.

'Now. Do you consent to being evaluated and being connected High-monster database?'

'Yes.'

'Plugging you in now.'

A blue screen popped up in front of me which I knew the monster girl also had access to.

It was very hard for men to access their own status screens, one of the key functions of psychic monster girls like the one in front of me was to nullify the training needed.

[Name: Simon Godslayer

Type: Normal/shadow/infernal

Age: 19/???(Barring outside influence)

Main Species: Human

Sub-species: arch-succubus/shadow-cat

Stats Exp:

Physical stats Exp:23118

Vitality: 15(120/110000)

Strength:11(11232/110000)

Dexterity:14(43512/100000)

Magical stats Exp:220444

Magicka: 260(0/16000)

Regeneration: 25/min(0/150000)

Magic Power: 28(0/180000)

Attunement:114(exp locked)

Mental stats Exp:34021

Intelligence:13(12341/130000)

Wisdom:14(54687/140000)

Charisma:25(11221/110000)

Abilities

Magical

Charm lv.3

Seduce lv.3

Joy lv.3

Fear lv.3

Anger lv.3

Greed lv.3

Infernal flame lv.3

Shadow manifestation lv.1

Shadow cloak lv.1

Physical

Feral claws lv.1

Feral fangs lv.1

Unique

Infernal form lv.3

Cat eye lv.1

Feral Form(feline) lv.1

Traits

monster empath

feline senses

feline reflex

infernal might(magical)

Dark vision

pleasing presence

infernal beauty

Devil's temptation

Infernal Vitality(high)

Feral Vitality(Mid)

Bonds(0/4)(1)

Whiskers(Shadow cat)(Tier 3)(permanent)

Equipment

Whiskers(accessory)(cloak of shadow)

Thank you mom for all your blessings.]

The guild representative made no outward sign of surprise even at the young man's massively inflated status screen. Nobody knew whether it was due to experience or discipline.

She thought out in her same inviting but professional tone.

'Would you like to open a line of credit for 100 gold to choose a tier 3 starter monster girl or do you simply wish for the free starter kit with the tier 0 one?'

Most would happily choose to open a line of credit completely oblivious that till you paid it off, the guild pretty much owned you. A 100 gold was 10000 silver and an average tamer earned like 1 silver a day. You were under their thumb for the next 28 years and that too if you spent your entire earnings on paying off the debt.

Being the son of an experienced [Hero] did have its perks.

'Tier 0 please.' I answered

'Shall I choose or do you have one in mind,' came the immediate reply.

'A drake species, please.'

A round gray gem popped into existence and fell onto the counter.

'A lesser normal drakeling. Will that do?' came the voice.

'Yes.'

'Satchel or backpack?'

'Backpack.'

a compact easy-to-carry backpack popped into existence.

'All the promised gifts are inside. Do you wish to check?'

'No need.'

A card popped into existence.

'This is your tamer license, which carries all your credentials. Loss of the object will incur a fine of 1 gold.'

I took the card and stuffed it into a pouch in my belt for safekeeping.

'With that, I welcome you Simon, novice tamer, into the fold.'