This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange - Chapter 919

Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Tables Turning
Time didn’t slow so much as condense; the world contracted to a single, unbearable line of sight where every motion of the abyssal became like a clock ticking toward his own death.

The demigod lunged at Kain with fury, the boy’s body shredding around it—scales flaking in strips, violet light pulsing through hairline fractures that crawled like molten rivers across skin.

The vessel had minutes left, maybe even only seconds… but those seconds were more than enough to kill him.

And Kain was all out of contracts to protect him.

Vauleth, half-buried from being slammed into the ground, was unconscious with his wings splayed and flames completely out.

Aegis was reduced to a mound of rubble save for the microscopic core Kain had already recalled to his star space, barely preserving his life.

Bea’s presence was gone like a light snuffed out, and only the presence of the contract still in place kept Kain sane.

Three Vespid guards lay collapsed behind him—pitiful survivors of what had once been more than twenty. They’d completely lost all use in this battle.

Queen still hovered nearby, intact but ineffective in direct combat. Kain kept her tucked behind him, unwilling to risk his fragile healer dying due to a careless swipe from the opponent.

Only Chewy—small, round, indignant—quivered by his feet.

And behind it all, the orb drifted toward him again, faintly tugged by his source. The disembodied hand flickered in and out of existence behind it, carving clean rifts into space every time it appeared.

The abyssal’s shadow fell over him.

He couldn’t risk another hit; the last time the demigod abyssal had hit him, the wound had refused to knit using source energy because the attacker had used the same energy in its attack.

His body’s ability to reform was clearly not absolute—especially against an enemy that twisted the same power into something irreparable.

But he also knew he couldn’t block or dodge this attack fully.

So he made a choice that felt more like prayer than strategy: he reached inward and drew every iota of source energy he could without also tapping into Pangea and he poured it into Chewy.

The tiny spore ballooned instantly, swelling like it was being overfed in a single breath. Purple light rippled across its squishy surface as Chewy’s instincts took over, gulping down the energy even while shaking in fear.

“Brrrp?!”

It burped, a wet, surprised sound and wondered why Kain was ‘being so nice’ as to give it so much high-quality energy. It usually only gets to taste this purple energy as a treat under special circumstances.

But Kain’s ‘kindness’ did not last long—

“Squeee!!!”

The tiny bloated fluff ball let out a shocked squeal as Kain hurled the swollen spore like he was a baseball pitcher.

And Chewy, of course, was the ball.

Straight at the charging demigod.

The abyssal’s arm swung down with brutal ferocity at the small projectile; Its strike would shred Chewy on impact

Thankfully, as Kain had predicted, before the blow landed—the orb accelerated forward.

It smacked onto Chewy’s pulsing surface and clung, a humming bead of light that latched itself like a leech to soft flesh.

“Squeeeek!”

Although Chewy didn’t appreciate its ‘assistance’.

The demigod abyssal didn’t care about crushing one strange ball versus two. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for Kain, it wasn’t up to the abyssal whether or not the objects before it could be destroyed.

Reality fractured for a heartbeat as the hand—ever trailing the orb—manifested cleanly between the two sides.

The palm slid between the Chewy-Orb fusion and the abyssal and, with a single casual backhand, sent the demigod skidding across the clearing.

Stone burst under the force of the impact as it crashed and carved shallow trenches like the claws of a god. The hand closed, gentle and precise, cupping the orb and Chewy together with the care of someone handling a priceless and fragile relic, or a newly born small animal.

A deep, resonant voice filled the area, booming with power and delight evident in its tone. “Finally! I caught you!”

The orb shivered in its grip, vibrating with a frantic need to break free and flee, but Chewy, who was previously latched onto by it, was now ‘counterattacking’ and latching onto the orb in turn, preventing it from moving. Not because Chewy cared if the orb was caught or not, but because it was trying desperately to suck back the energy that was stolen by this despicable orb!

The hand’s fingers flexed; the orb uttered one last high trill and then, with a warp in the space around the hand, was gone—sucked clean from the relic and whisked away as though plucked from a nest.

Only Chewy remained, trembling and drained, in the palm.

In an action reminiscent of Kain’s earlier baseball throw, it casually tossed Chewy back toward Kain.

The spore landed in his hands and quivered, not simply from fear but from indignation. His energy had been leeched! Stolen! His own energy that he managed to steal from others! The injustice stung worse than the exhaustion. He felt his empty belly and gave off all the aura of a child holding the broken remains of their favourite toy.

The hand turned to Kain as the deep disembodied voice spoke with a warmth that felt almost amused as the hand gestured wildly, clearly the owner of the hand was used to moving with expressive, sweeping motions as it spoke. “I know what you intended. And I have to say that you’ve got guts, kid. But still, thank you for helping me catch that annoying God’s Eye.”

Indeed, Kain’s goal of using Chewy was not to draw that hand over and have the spatial cracks hurt the abyssal like before.

Rather, he’d made a gamble and hoped that if that hand could complete its primary goal of catching that strange orb, it would help him.

Why was he so confident? It wasn’t just wishful thinking, he strongly suspected that the hand belonged to a human demigod—likely even the demigod in charge of the fortress. And no human powerhouse would ever tolerate an abyssal demigod being so close to his home—especially once freed from more urgent distractions.

In complete accordance with Kain’s thoughts, the hand rose like a single, deliberate pen-stroke and the abyssal demigod, still feigning collapse where it had fallen, was lifted effortlessly into the air like a fish caught on an unseen line.

Another gesture and the soul of the abyssal was forcefully drawn out. The soul-form carried the outline of a dragon—head bowed, wings folding and then uncoiling, a throat that wanted to roar without sound.

As it surfaced, the relic’s bindings ignited into being: rings and cables of faintly glowing material that bound its limbs, wings, and throat. The chains were not made of iron but more like something conceptual given shape—a law spelled into form to hold a god in a prison.

For a breath, the glowing chains held and the dragon’s heart was filled with dread and hatred at having its escape attempts thwarted.

Clink

Then a subtle sound began: small, crisp noises like links loosening. One by one, the glowing links slackened and fell away, unraveling into motes of pale dust that drifted and vanished.

The dragon’s originally depressed eyes widened and then lit up with recognition that the source of the prison—that orb—was no longer present to feed the mechanism. Without that battery, the relic’s restraint on him was greatly reduced.

As the chains dissolved one by one, power began to stream into the dragon like a rising tide, even stronger than before. He no longer needed to smother his strength within a weak host; freedom was now within reach of his true body!

The chains that remained quivered as if reconsidering their purpose, and then, one by one, they too dissolved.

The dragon’s gaze flicked to the hand, and in its eyes Kain saw a terrible, bright calculation—the sudden realization that the rules had changed. The tables had turned.

The dragon flexed, chains gone, scales reknitting their scars into armor in slow, meticulous sweeps. It inhaled, filling the room with a presence even more formidable than this hand. Kain could only watch, every muscle locked. Around them, the relic quivered.

Even from the outside, the relic’s framework shuddered, feeling like an earthquake throughout the fortress, due to the absence of its core.

The hand paused, as if its owner had just realized that this single fragment of himself was no longer strong enough to restrain the dragon now rising before it. And the irony is that it was his own desire to quickly claim the God’s Eye that led to this predicament.

With a gesture, the orb reappeared in its hand, still clutched tightly so it couldn’t escape again. But returning the orb now was pointless.

It was like shattering an antique porcelain vase—you can reassemble the shards, but the original state is lost the moment it cracks.

Similarly, tshe relic’s core had been torn out, its structure ruined beyond repair, and there was no going back and the relic was already irreparably damaged and no longer able to contain the abyssal demigod.

The voice let out a dry, almost embarrassed chuckle that shuddered across the stone as the aura coming off the dragon, still held in the air by it, continued to grow. “Well. This is awkward.”