The system window materialized before my eyes with an audible ding! The glowing text hovered in midair, clear and impossible to ignore.
Ding!
You have been given a rare ability.
Ding!
You have acquired the skill 'Beast Master'.
My jaw dropped. "Beast Master?"
This wasn't just rare it was impossible.
I had devoured every Chapter of The World is Doomed, and nowhere did it mention anyone gaining such a skill.
The story's power system had been strictly defined, and this wasn't part of it.
I blinked a few times, half-expecting the text to vanish like a cruel hallucination, but it stayed.
"Unreal," I whispered, torn between awe and unease.
This ability whatever it was could be my lifeline.
Or it could make me a bigger target.
Beast Master: This skill allows it user to tame beast of all kind and all rank, there is no limit to how many the user can tame.
After seeing the description I understood what it meant.
It means I can tame any beast of any kind, because some beast master I read in other books are limited to some specific kind of creature they can tame.
And I can also tame any beast of any kind meaning I can tame a overpowered beast without needing to worry about my rank.
Most tamers need to get to a specific kind of level before being able to tame a beast of the same or a bit higher level.
And I have no limitations to how many I can tame...
Doesn't that makes me a bit overpowered
But before I could even begin to imagine myself having millions of overpowered rank beast.
A cold realization settled over me.
I didn't even know who I was in this world.
The body I had woken up in it wasn't mine.
I glanced down at the tattered military uniform I was wearing.
It smelled of blood and dirt, and its dull fabric felt oddly coarse against my skin.
He most have been a very low rank solider
Patting myself down, I searched for anything that might clue me in. My fingers brushed against a hard object in my chest pocket. Pulling it out, I found a worn ID card with bold lettering printed across it, and a picture.
Name: Sky
Age: 20
Rank: Private
Whoever sky was, he wasn't ugly, he had white hair and blue eyes, his face almost looked like that of a model.
He should had just been a model instead
The military insignia was unmistakable.
My heart sank as I read the rank "Private".
The lowest.
Practically a footnote in the novel's world of super-powered soldiers and catastrophic battles.
"Sky," I muttered, rolling the name over in my mouth like it might jog a memory. I closed my eyes, wracking my brain for anything the novel had mentioned about him. It probably won't mention a low rank solider like that.
I kept thinking but nothing came to mind.
No grand exploits, no tragic demise, not even a passing mention.
Sky was a nobody, He was just some random extra.
I sighed, gripping the card tightly. "Great. I'm not just stuck in a death trap, I'm stuck as cannon fodder."
Still, the ID card gave me something. A name.
An identity.
It was a thread to hold onto in this chaotic mess.
Before I could process any more, a low growl shattered the eerie silence around me.
I froze.
The sound was guttural, deep, and unmistakably hostile.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the source.
My breath hitched as fear coiled around my chest like a vice.
"Damnit!"
And then I saw it...