[No system + non-college + bloodline research + wizard-style beast control new style]

No matter how strong the beastmaster is, he can still be knocked down by a bullet.

It's okay, we have changed jobs.

[Beast Knight] → [War Knight] → [Glorious Knight].

Life and death are together, honor and disgrace are one.

[Beast Master] → [Weapon Master] → [Elemental Annihilation Master].

Control the elements and use spells to fight enemies.

[Shepherd] → [Legion Commander] → [Totem Master].

Control the beasts and gather the power of the crowd.

[Beast Warlock] → [Skeleton Mage] → [Necromancer].

Consume flesh and blood, the way of the dead.

The protagonist? The spirit seed of the contracted beast tamer was broken into 1,008 pieces, and he could not choose the above-mentioned career system. The spirit seed could only sign contracts with ordinary mutant creatures. Moreover, because the spirit seeds were of the same origin, they could only control the same kind of creatures.

what to do?

It’s okay, control the snakes, study their bloodline, transform into a snake man, and then climb to the highest point.

I want to be the leader of the snake tribe.

Beasts of all kinds—spiritual beasts, demonic beasts, rare beasts, celestial beasts, ancient relics, dragons of fortune, sword spirits, corpse puppets, gu insects, mechanical marvels, and elemental spirits—every form and technique can be mastered.

The story begins in a third-rate cultivation sect, the Beast Taming Sect…

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Struggle through the weak paths; ascend with the mastery of beasts!

Qin Fengming, originally an ordinary boy from a mountain village, accidentally ate the nameless red fruit and embarked on the path of cultivation. He started out by refining instruments and, relying on his talent for making talismans, ventured into the thorny world of cultivation alone. Everything was going very smoothly, but something unexpected happened to him...

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.