A young man in his early 20s, short navy blue hair, blood red eyes with a glare more intense then a serpents, tall and masculine, walked down a road, thinking about the days events. Someone was bullied in college again, another person had failed their test and many of his own friends had not been able to hang with him the whole day, he was was pissed, yet more of him felt bored from the constant cycle of life, this same cycle had been happening for the past 8 years now, or at least, the same 3 cycles, the first was the one he had today, he thought that tomorrow would be cycle 2, a bully with no one suitable to bully, the same person who failed would come in for a rewrite, his friends would bail on hanging out again and finally he'd find Boba. The black cat with ocean blue eyes that for some reason likes him more then anyone, he wasn't too bored by that cycle, at least it had something that could keep him entertained for thirty or fourthy minutes. He looks up to the sky, where people ride on dragons, huge birds, and even larger insects. This was his world, the world of Panin, he lived in district 8, better known as the 'Creators of geniuses' district, as the name suggests, most geniuses come from here, all of them were able to contract high tier beasts, he himself was one of those 'Geniuses'.
Or at least he thinks he is, the best beast he could contract was a lousy Kiwi. Then again, he wasn't even tryingbto contract a beast, it just happened one day. Hell even his name is not with him in this, Amasa Achilles, 'Amasa' meaning burden and 'Achilles' deriving from another tounge meaning pain of the people, and finally the families last name, 'Wanless', meaning hopeless. Really, his parents didn't see a future with him, they barely even notice when he's gone, sometimes he could even come back home at one in the morning and they would be happy thinking it was a burglar but get disappointed as soon as they find out it was just him. To be honest, the Kiwi and the parents thing, it's all just boring to him, not even frustrating, what is frustrating is the fact that he's being hunted down right now. He's been hunted down since he was 17 all because the other families think he's hiding he's true talent, they aren't wrong, he himself doesn't know what his true talent is, but being hunted down isn't too bad, the only thing bad about it is that he's being hunted down for two reasons, one being the family thing, and the other being the rich girl, Iris. She's been so obsessed with him since they were Ten. And it ain't the healthy kind of obsession, she's a Yandere or whatever it's called. She's sometimes crazy, and most of the time scary. She's ever really normal, either way, she has people hunting me down to kidnap me, if not her man, then it's the man of the jealous ones. All the other colleges back in collage.
Oh yeah, they study martial arts, beast taming, beast control, practically anything beast and cultivation related, hell, this collage even gives them resources a normal cultivator or beast tamer would kill to get. Yet they have free access to it, well, not entirely free, the tuition alone is about nine grand per month, that's a hundred and eighteen grand per year, and for 5 years too, quite the hefty fee, won't even go into detail about the other fees, even the punishments require a few, that's right, you get caught, you pay to be punished, you don't just pay with punishment.
"Ahhh. Finally." Amasa bent down to lift up a black cat, the same one that he mentioned earlier, it did infect like him, it didn't even resist him, and yeah, he did wonder if all cats would act like that, turns out it was only the one, the others would just attack him or run away. He pat the cat gently and sat down, laying the cat in his lap as he continued patting the cat. For some reason, the assassins and kidnappers never dared to do anything while he was with this cat, or maybe it's just where the cat is, was there something to this specific area in district 8 that made the hunters back off he wondered, but forgot it all thanks to the cat purring, he started forgetting everything that made his life boring, and all of it was replaced with the cat, before he knew it, 2 hours had already past by, he snapped back to reality, gently placing the sleeping cat on the ground before standing up and brushing off the fur the cat had shed on him, seeing that time was not on his side this time, he decided to leave the fur and just get home. He ran and immediately after he left the street that the cat loved, he felt the eyes of every hunter that was after him, he payed no attention to this and kept running, this has become normal after all. After a 20 minute run, he reach his home, a large mansion. The gates rolled open as the gate guard, Lynx, bowed, "welcome home younge master. You are quite late this time, the family has already started eating."
Obviously they have, they couldn't care less about him after all, he bowed back to Lynx and jogged into the mansion, from the front door to the third floor, there to the eighth room to the left, he never said a word, nor looked at or for anyone, he entered said room, threw his backpack next to his bed and fell on the bed, tired. "It went to cycle 3 at the end . . . Might as well bath."
He stood up, even after laying down, he rubbed his bed for a second, as if telling it he would come back, and went into the bath room, for some reason, the bathroom of his room was the one with windows, while his 3 siblings had normal bathrooms with one window, and a small one at that, he's parents really didn't care if he was being watched here too huh. He turned the hot water and cold water faucets on at the same time and waited for the bath to fill up, while he went to grab his bathing cloth, a strange liquid pumped out of the faucets, this liquid mixed with the clear colour of the water, when he turned back around it had already completely mixed in.
Once the bath was full he slowly stepped in, groaning as he did, "man . . . A bath hits different when you take one after a long run . . . Kinda makes me sleepy . . ." He slowly drifted off as he said this, suddenly he felt a jolt, or rather, he felt something had stopped, when he opened his eyes, he was in a space, or maybe the after world, he looked around for a bit. "I kicked the bucket didn't I? . . ." He expected a response, yet nothing came, so he stood silently, suddenly he felt his body move, the space around him started moving as well, or rather, he was just moving forward at a fast speed. He looked forward to where he was going and in that moment, he saw a person, nearly identical to him, but more beefy, pass by, even if it was only for a second, he felt like he was looking at himself, and more weirded, that himself was looking at him, if that even makes sense. Amasa wakes up, in the bathtub, but he couldn't even think about anything as a man attacked him with a dagger, he instinctively moved, weaving his head to avoid being struck in the skull and stood up, in the same motion he grabbed the assassins weapon hand and threw him over his shoulder, straight into the wall beside the bathtub, he proceeded to kick the assailants head against the wall repeatedly until he felt that the guy wasn't breathing anymore, right after he noticed that his body looked a bit different, though the room and everything else was the same, his body was built slightly larger then his normal build, before he checked anything, he tied the assailants hands and legs using towels and bathing clothes. He then checked the mirror, he was indeed different, his body was much larger, his muscles were more toned and his height had gone up by a hole foot, he was confused, and wondered what happened, then It clicked, he didn't just feel a jolt, he felt his heart completely stop for a second, and it didn't feel like it was going to beat again.
Meanwhile on another building, far away from Amasa, two men watched him through a scope, both of them were left shocked that their target was not dead, more so that their leader had just been captured. "Are you sure it was the right poison?", "Yeah . . . I am sure." One of the two men showed the empty bottle, the other one with a scar across his left eye looked at the bottle and back at the scope, "Then how the hell is he still alive? . . .", "I would love to know too."