Drawn to Obliteration: The 0% Beast Tamer
By @john1208
My name is Galderos Muntaz, and I am officially the worst Beast Tamer in the Orazian Conservatory. My capture rate? A mathematically impossible flat zero. I was perfectly content riding out my days as the academy’s favorite punchline, ignoring the floating system notifications mocking my existence. That was until a dead courier dropped a blood-stained sketchbook on my doorstep. It turns out, my Tame skill isn't broken; it just doesn't work on living creatures. When I slather ink on a page and use my skill on the canvas? The drawing crawls off the parchment with the stats of a primordial god. I proved this by accidentally one-shotting the Karkara - a city-devouring leviathan - with a hastily doodled ink-dragon. Did I get a medal? Of course not. The media branded me a demonic heretic practicing forbidden blood-arts. Now, I’ve got the academy's golden-boy rival clinging to me as an ally, a dangerously observant investigator trying to dissect my secrets, and an entire society out for my head. But the real kicker? The trusted mentor who gave me these paints is the one orchestrating the apocalypse. Can a cynic with a paintbrush survive a conspiracy before the whole city burns?
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