This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

Capítulo 917: Chapter 917: Consumable

Knowing that none of his contracts seemed to have the ability to directly hurt the opponent, he decided to change his strategy—

Harass the abyssal demigod so that it continuously gets hit by the space fissures caused by that strange arm.

Thankfully, when it came to harassment, he had the perfect contract, or contracts, for that.

Kain summoned the Vespid guards into the storm. Two dozen wasps, each nearly Kain’s height, their carapaces a dark green and gleaming like polished armour. Their wings beat with a sharp, metallic buzz that vibrated through the chamber. Some bore natural mutations: an extra pair of wings that boosted their speed until they were streaks of light, or twin stingers that arched like hooked spears behind them — rare gifts that appeared in only one out of every eight to ten of their kind.

They moved with soldierly precision. Dive. Wheel. Flank. Their massive stingers slammed toward the abyssal like living lances, but never recklessly close; most stingers were launched from range, ejected like javelins that whistled through the distorted air. The few mutated Vespids with twin stingers fired in paired volleys, while the swift, four‑winged variants strafed the demigod with rapid, precise angles.

And yet… none of it truly pierced. The dragon‑armour covering the boy’s possessed body was too hard. The stingers struck, sparked, and skittered off. The wasp venom that would usually paralyze opponents beaded uselessly, steaming where it touched the ground instead of the target.

Kain clicked his tongue. But he wasn’t upset, they weren’t here to wound — they were here to herd.

The abyssal swatted, dodged, counterattacked in annoyance— movements that forced it to stumble again and again into the path of the spatial fissures the hand continued tearing open. Every attack at a Vespid forced a misstep; every forced misstep risked a brush with a crack that Kain knew could hurt it. And several did. One fissure grazed its thigh, another skimmed its hip; each time, abyssal blood splattered and scales fell like shattered obsidian.

That, not damage from the Vespids themselves, was what bought Kain precious seconds in a chamber where seconds meant survival.

Kain noted every failure and every success and stacked them in his mind like cards. He had refused to summon Vauleth earlier because a premonition had sat at the back of his throat like a bad taste — an instinctive warning that calling Vauleth could invite some event he might not control. The premonition had weakened once the hand had ripped open the sky. Now the decision felt inevitable. This was no longer a skirmish where subtlety mattered; it was a break in the world, and subtlety would not make the hole heal itself.

Soon a giant red, winged reptile appeared in the air.

The abyssal in the boy’s body saw Vauleth and froze. Kain caught the micro-shift before the creature’s expression had time to disguise itself: the violet eyes widened, then sank. For the first trembling second it had hunger — a predatory gleam as if it had spotted a superior carcass — then the excitement curdled into a raw, gnawing disappointment.

‘It’s…perfect’

It could sense the high level dragon’s blood, in fact it could sense several, along with the scent of a species similar to its ‘Mother’. In a sense, this dragon seemed quite similar to itself.

‘Unfortunately, it’s too late’

If the abyssal had discovered Vauleth’s presence earlier, gotten even a whiff of its existence, it would have taken that dragon for a host. It would have discarded the boy and his fragile body for this stronger vessel.

That had likely been the omen Kain felt: Had he summoned Vauleth when he was separated from his other contracts, he could have been fighting his own contract right now, and maybe even lost Vauleth for good, instead of the boy getting possessed instead.

“You should have been mine,” the abyssal said hoarsely as it looked at the majestic dragon soaring overhead while itself was confined to a tiny, ground-bound humanoid. “Had I sensed you first… had I been in the right moment. If only—”

If only. The words were a curse and an admission that it was on a one-way track and couldn’t turn back

‘But I cannot leave now,’ it thought. ‘If I step out to try and possess that dragon instead, those annoying chains bound to my fate will seize me. I am trapped in this—this inferior hairless monkey’s body.’

But neither the dragon nor Kain could continue to dwell on this imagined future.

But neither the dragon nor Kain could continue to dwell on this imagined future.

What mattered was the present—the violent, collapsing, impossible present—and the abyssal demigod that still refused to die.

Vauleth moved first.

The red dragon streaked downward like a falling star, wings slicing the churning air. Heat thundered in the chamber—not loose flame, not the molten breath he had used countless times before, but something tighter, denser. Kain felt it before he truly saw it: two distinct pulses of fire braided together, locked into orbit, refusing to tear apart.

Vauleth roared.

A spiral of fused flame tore across the chamber, bright enough that even the abyssal flinched. The fire wasn’t just hot—it hummed, vibrating with a resonance that felt like it had rules, structure, a will. The abyssal jerked sideways to avoid it, but a lick of gold‑blue fire brushed its shoulder.

The reaction was immediate.

The abyssal’s scales smoked. A welt—small, shallow, but undeniably damage—burned across the dragon‑armoured boy’s flesh.

Kain’s eyes snapped wide.

That was the first time anything one of his contracts had done had harmed the other directly.

Vauleth hovered, chest expanding with exertion as it looked down frowning in disappointment at the shallow wound.

Not released by Kain until now, he had no idea just how hard it was to even achieve that shallow wound, leading to his misconception that his own attack power was too weak.

The fused flame swirled through his throat again, this time wanting to try another combination as red and black flames began to built in his throat.

And the abyssal noticed.

Its gaze latched onto Vauleth with a hunger so sharp the chamber itself felt smaller. Regret, longing, fury—all of it twisted across the boy’s distorted face.

However, this time it managed to dodge the attack, although the dodge still caused him to bump into a spatial fracture.

Splat

Blood, flesh and scales fell to the ground as another wound appeared from seemingly nowhere on its abdomen.

Wanting to keep the pressure high, the cespids screamed and dove, slicing the air around the demigod. They didn’t pierce its armour, but they forced its footing off‑balance—forced it into the path of another spatial fissure ripping across the ground.

A crack kissed the abyssal’s thigh.

Purple-black blood spattered.

Vauleth seized the moment. He twisted midair, spiraling flame around his wings, and exhaled a column of more fused fire directly into the demigod’s chest.

The boy’s possessed body was lifted off the ground, slammed into a pillar of stone, and the impact shattered the stone like brittle bone.

For a heartbeat, Kain dared to hope.

Then the abyssal stood.

Smoke rose from its torso—but no true wound opened. The fused flame was powerdul, yes, but not enough.

But still, the combined actions of Kain’s contracts were showing an effect.

And that realization… enraged it.

The demigod’s face twisted, violet eyes burning with feral indignation. It lunged toward Vauleth, only for another errant fissure—spawned by the unseen hand hunting the orb—to shear through the space between them.

The abyssal dodged. But it grew even angrier at its seeming inability to fight back while being pushed around.

A sharp crack split across the boy’s flesh—not from any spatial fissure this time, but from within.

The abyssal forced more power through the fragile vessel. The boy’s body shuddered, veins glowing a sickly violet as energy surged far beyond what flesh or bone could tolerate. Hairline fractures spread across the skin like cracked porcelain, each line branching from the inside out.

The abyssal’s eyes flared with cold irritation.

‘This body is too weak.’

The glow behind its eyes intensified, and the scales coating the boy’s limbs began to fracture from beneath, jagged breaks pushing outward as its power swelled.

It was releasing more power.

“That body is a complete consumable to,” Bea said in an enraged voice. “It’s giving up on the vessel. having any possibility of remaining in tact, as soon as it leaves this relic and the demigod’s soul can no longer keep it together, it will probably collapse.”

Kain saw it too.

The boy’s body—already strained by carrying a dragon’s spirit—could not handle another surge. The demigod didn’t care. It simply forced more energy through the fragile frame, letting the skin splinter, letting the muscles tear, letting the bones creak under the pressure.

A consumable.

Kain’s teeth clenched. Hard.

The abyssal charged again, this time burning recklessly, purple light leaking through the cracks in the boy’s skin like molten metal that got wider by th second. Every step it took left tiny splinters of bone‑white stress fracturing up the legs. It was completely disregarding the host.