Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!

Thirteen had curled its body into a ball and was being kicked around by Lumi and Yuki, the corrupted dragon Ashren had entrusted to him.

Fluffington was napping as usual while making a humanoid spirit creature, which used to be a member of the Scavenger, fan him with leaves.

'This bastard.' Nox frowned. Seeing how comfortable he seemed, Nox couldn't help but calculate how to punish him later on.

He turned his gaze toward a mountainous region.

There, he saw dozens of spirit Scourge dragons hibernating. That area had grown darker, perhaps influenced by their corruption.

The good thing was that the corruption seemed to linger only there, and no beast approached the place.

His eyes shifted and he was slightly surprised to find a wooden hut built inside the taming space. While he was looking at the hut, he saw the orc shaman step out.

'Right, the orcs are a pretty intelligent bunch. I guess he's making this place as homely as he can.'

His gaze swept over the taming space that had grown larger in the last couple of months, sprawling into something that could barely be called a 'space' anymore. It was practically its own little kingdom.

Beasts of all shapes and sizes roamed freely—some sparring, others lazing around, and a few diligently training.

The air was filled with a strange harmony. Despite the differences in species, the hierarchy was clear, and order reigned. They might bicker and compete, but none dared to engage in a real fight.

Suddenly, a loud BANG echoed.

Thirteen laughed as Lumi slammed her foot into him again, sending him rolling like a broken wheel across the field.

"Catch!" Lumi laughed, kicking Thirteen toward Yuki.

Yuki caught him with a light tap of her foot, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Back to you!"

THUD!

Thirteen crashed into Lumi's leg. He whimpered and curled tighter into a ball, but his eyes shone with delight, clearly enjoying himself.

Nox smiled at the scene. Although their playful methods were a bit rough, he was glad to see Yuki and Lumi temporarily forgetting what happened in the dragon realm and drowning themselves in laughter.

Beside them, Ashren's spirit was present as well. However, the spirit had lost all intelligence and was nothing but hollow fragments of its former self.

In order to give the little girl time to heal, Nox had kept the likes of Ashren, Voron, and a few others in the deepest part of her taming space.

Nox ignored everything else and turned his attention to the hut.

The orc shaman was building wooden spikes, fences, and even cooking over an open fire.

It was strange.

Despite this being a space forged by his will—a taming realm where time moved differently—they acted like they truly lived here. No urgency, no fear. Just beasts and beings creating their own homes.

Nox clicked his tongue.

'Making themselves a little too comfortable, aren't they?'

But he didn't hate it.

Instead, an ambitious gleam flashed across his eyes.

What if he tamed more creatures, extended the taming space, and created a world of its own?

His lips curled into a smirk as the idea slowly solidified in his mind.

His gaze swept across the vast expanse again—his beasts laughing, sparring, resting, building homes. It wasn't just a training ground anymore. It was evolving into something else, something greater.

'Why stop at taming them?' His thoughts raced, growing bolder, more dangerous. 'Why not build a kingdom? A true beast kingdom that rivals the existing realms… No—one that surpasses them.'

His heart pounded with excitement.

A domain where his beasts wouldn't just train and rest.

A domain where they could live.

Beasts, dragons, spirits, orcs, corrupted creatures, elemental beasts—he would unite them all under one banner.

His banner.

His empire.

The thought of it made his blood boil in anticipation.

'A mobile kingdom. One that I can expand, nurture, and strengthen. An army that travels with me.'

His breathing grew slightly heavier.

The possibilities exploded in his mind like fireworks.

An army that wasn't bound to borders.

A domain that could appear anywhere.

A world where his will was absolute.

He could already see the chaos he would bring to the established powers. Imagine their terrified faces when thousands of monsters poured out of a single portal.

He could easily infiltrate any kingdom and summon his pets from within, taking over that kingdom.

His plans expanded like wildfire.

There would be divisions, territories, resource teams, mobile fortresses—maybe even crafting units like the orcs were building now.

His beasts would have their own roles.

Their own hierarchies.

Their own civilization.

And most importantly, they would grow alongside him.

'Maybe after this war, I'll go on a long taming journey.' Nox smirked, then his expression darkened. 'Afterward, I'll head to the dragon realm.'

With one final glance at the taming space, he returned to the real world.

He still had some things he needed to check before moving out with his dragons.

As he walked through Cromwell Town, he noticed how silent everything was. The citizens were inside their homes, not daring to step out.

Although the fight raged outside, no one dared to be reckless enough to wander around.

A few ants passed by and gave him a subtle nod.

'How efficient,' he muttered as he observed them.

After some minutes of walking, he finally arrived at his destination.

It was the gloomy manor at the edge of the town.

This place… this place held so many memories.

He remembered how the children of the barony spread the rumor that a witch lived here. These rumors kept the children away for so many years until Eve took him as her disciple.

It was then he learned that she was not actually a witch but something even worse.

A necromancer.

Nox walked through the hallways, passing several skeletons resting along the walls. A wave of emotions flooded his mind, but he kept a straight face.

Soon, he arrived at the training room.

He paused at the entrance, his hand resting on the wooden frame of the door.

The unusually large room was exactly as he remembered—dusty, quiet, untouched. The weapons were still hanging on the walls, the cracked stone floors still bore the scars of countless duels. In the corner, the broken training dummies still leaned pitifully against the wall.

'How long has it been since I last stood here?' he muttered, stepping inside as he trailed his fingers along the weapon rack and casually picked up a dagger, playing with it.

Without thinking much, he hurled it at a target on the wall.

The dagger whistled sharply before striking its mark. However, his eyes widened slightly when he noticed a parchment pinned to the target, and his dagger had pierced right through it.

'Is that… is that a letter?' His heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he crossed the room, slowly pulled the dagger out, and unfolded the letter.

His eyes narrowed. This… this was none other than the elegant writing of his master.

"Stupid disciple, if you're reading this, don't let anyone know about what I'm about to tell you..."