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

(New months Guys, I once again call for you help to climb the Golden Rankings)

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An old man was flying through the air over Vermilion's Royal Capital. Down below, the streets were bustling with life and carriages moved back and forth. The old man held the reins of his Wyvern tightly and gently used his legs to kick it, whispering, "Faster, Doombringer."

Of course, this skinny old man was none other than Nathan. The wind slammed against his face as Doombringer picked up speed. Below, some people were pointing at the beast with sparkling eyes. Even among folks in the capital, Wyverns were rare—only the Royal Aerial Knights possessed flying mounts like this.

In the Vermilion kingdom, being a Royal Knight was the dream of many children because the knights were treated with respect and reverence. Not only did they accompany the king, who was an unreachable existence, but they also carried the weight of the kingdom's pride and power. The Royal Knights were symbols of honor, justice, and strength, making them the envy of the entire kingdom.

Even a glimpse of a Wyvern in flight was enough to spark awe in the hearts of the people.

Seeing the fearsome Wyvern cutting through the air, the first thought that came to the people's minds was that the rider belonged to the Vermilion Royal Knight Order.

Oblivious to the ruckus he was causing down below, Nathan furrowed his beady eyes in concentration. After a while of flying, he arrived at an area that was slightly deserted compared to the other parts of the Royal city. Here, there was only a single towering building. Doombringer landed in the courtyard.

As soon as it did, a group of men in armor rushed out and performed a low bow to Nathan. "Welcome, Vice Guild Master Nathan," the group greeted in unison in a respectful voice, as if they were addressing someone countless times superior to them.

Nathan nodded at them and asked in a neutral tone, "Where is the guild leader?"

One of them spoke up. "He is inside. He has been waiting for you for a while now."

"Lead the way," Nathan said and started to walk forward, leaving Doombringer in the care of the armored men.

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'I won't depend on that king alone,' he thought, hastening his steps to catch up with the person in front of him. 'I must seek all the help I can.'

The king had only been Nathan's first choice; his second choice was the man he was going to meet. Nathan didn't have too much faith in the king. Though the latter had said he would check out the matter, Nathan couldn't just watch idly. He needed a backup plan in case the king failed to keep his promises.

As he entered through the door, several high-leveled Awakened men and women greeted Nathan, who only gave a faint nod at them. From their tone, it was pretty easy to detect that both parties had known each other for years; there was even an undisguised glint of respect in their eyes.

"It has been years since the Vice Guild Master visited here. Do you think something bad happened?"

"The last time, I heard he retired because of his health."

"Something huge must've happened."

Several murmurs filled the building as the Awakened, who were all dressed in strange black armor, discussed amongst themselves. Though it was gossiping, it was too difficult for one not to hear them.

Soon, the two arrived Infront of an intense golden portal. This was a Level 4 Dimension, and from the rippling surface, it was pretty clear that someone—or some people—were inside. It might seem strange that such a high-level dimension was situated in a building, but this was fairly common practice among guilds.

They had a license for this dimension and could prevent anyone from entering or leaving without proper authorization. The man leading Nathan stopped before the swirling portal and gestured toward it. "The Guild Leader is inside, Vice Guild Master. He insisted on not being disturbed, but I'm sure he will make an exception for you."

Without a moment of hesitation, Nathan glanced at the golden portal, nodded at the man, and passed through. The moment he crossed the threshold, the familiar sensation of being pulled through space tugged at him, and the world around him warped.

When the swirling stopped, Nathan found himself in a vast open valley flanked by towering mountains. The place seemed to be a training ground, or perhaps a battlefield, as there was scorched earth with several beasts sprawled around, their cores missing. A metallic scent lingered in the air as Nathan looked ahead.

There, at the center of the space, stood a towering man clad in silver armor, his face concealed by a fearsome helmet. His broad shoulders and commanding presence made it clear who he was.

This man was none other than Nathan's best friend and the Guild Leader of the Silent Whispers, the most fearsome assassination guild in the Vermilion kingdom.

"Nathan," the deep voice resonated as the armored figure turned to face him, his helmet's visor reflecting Nathan's figure. "It's been too long since we've had the pleasure of meeting... how are you, my friend?"

"Hahahaha, this old man is still kicking." A large grin spread across Nathan's face. "And how are you still looking this young?"

"Hehehe, that's a secret." The guild leader, known as Brawn Collins, chuckled heartily as he stabbed his sword into the ground and took off his helmet, revealing a wrinkled, silvery-haired man. The man's brown eyes flashed with joy as he embraced Nathan in a bear hug.

"So, you finally remembered you have a friend." Brawn Collins laughed as the two men separated from each other.

"I didn't forget you, this old man has just been too busy." Nathan chuckled. The two old friends exchanged pleasantries. The last time they'd seen each other was years back. The Cromwells were once residents of the Royal Capital with close ties to the Royal family. But because Arthur wanted somewhere quieter, somewhere not many people knew about, he had relocated the entire family to the West.

Thus, several acquaintances were temporarily cut off.

"So, what brings you here, old friend?" Brawn Collins asked as he walked back, pulled his sword from the ground, and rested it against his shoulder with a casual but dangerous ease.

Nathan met the guild leader's gaze unflinchingly as he said in a low yet firm voice, "I need the help of the Silent Whispers."

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