Chapter 5: Chapter 5 – Caden Behring [3]

My mother picked me up, out of the clothing display, and resumed her rush to escape the building. 

 

From what I now knew, the wombat beast must have been able to defeat my mother in a fight in order for her to be so terrified of it. And something that could defeat the display of power my mother had just shown, to put it simply, I wouldn’t like to think about it.

 

Considering I now knew the world I was finally able to put a name and rank to the beasts my mother and I had already encountered. 

 

The Wombat Beast was simply called a Moldtooth, the beast got this name because of its teeth having major decay causing their main weapons to be the spikes that were on their armored body. 

 

If I was correct this was one of the first beasts the protagonist encountered after their final exams of their 1st year in the academy arc. Of course, with its overwhelming strength the protagonist and their group had to be rescued by one of the nearby officers.

 

The reason for this of course was because of the beast’s rank, and if I remember correctly, it was a Tier 4 Beast.

 

To put it simply, it would require a high-ranking individual to make sure it didn’t destroy a couple blocks of a city.

 

I knew my mother was strong, but there was likely no way she would be able to defeat that beast when she got tired from facing what I believed was called the Winged Sabretooth, a Tier 8 Beast.

 

The reason I believed so was because of the growth of Beasts and Humans. The Author had made the differences in tiers for both humans and beasts' exponential. This meant that something in the 4th tier was roughly 256x stronger than something in the 8th tier.

 

My body shivered as I realized how close to death I had truly been. If not for my mother being this strong, or at least aware of what kind of beast the Moldtooth was, we both would be dead.

 

My thoughts, finally straying from the Moldtooth, allowed me to see what was going on around me. My mother had escaped from the building only for us to see an individual obliterating another Moldtooth.

 

The woman ripped an entire scale from its body, grabbing hold of one of the spikes and pulling with all her might.

 

With the chunk of armor removed from the beast, I could see fear enter its eyes as it curled into a ball in an attempt to roll away.

 

As this happened the woman dashed forward, her icy blue colored hair seemingly floating behind her, almost seeming to teleport. As she moved, I was able to take note of the ice spike that had been conjured as she jammed it into the now uncovered spot of the Moldtooth.

 

To most she was known as the Ice Witch, to the protagonist she was known as a mentor. To put it simply, the Ice Witch was injured roughly 10 years before the protagonist entered the academy. This limited her growth as despite her max potential being A+, she ended up stuck at A- rank.

 

Despite her trying near everything from potions to herbs nothing seemed to work. This was because she never realized the venom that was injected into her bloodstream after fighting a foe too strong for her.

 

One of the demons had rushed in after the fight and injected her with a substance, now known to be an inhibitor, which caused the individual to hit a bottleneck.

To put it simply it’s as if an individual is trying to fill a water bottle, but while trying to do so somebody else has put the cap back on it effectively sealing one’s growth.

 

My mother, still focusing on escape, finally reached an impasse. She had reached an alley and there were two more Winged Sabretooths that had followed her to. 

 

These beasts may have wings, but their weight made it impossible for true fight, leading them to only be able to glide.

 

So, my mother did something insane, she began jumping from wall to wall scaling the five story buildings in a matter of seconds. The even more insane thing is that she was doing it just with her legs as she had been dedicating her arms to holding and protecting me.

 

My mother, holding me, sat on the roof watching the disaster slowly fade as some individuals began killing the weaker beasts.

 

That was when he came, the Flame Monarch. He was an S-Tier individual dedicated to protecting the smaller cities in the northern part of this continent.

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His control of his flames was at an insane level. 

 

My mother and I were able to watch as he flew around the city, using his power to push flame from his feet allowing for a semi flight. As he flew, he threw fireballs at speeds invisible to the naked eye making himself seem like a tornado made of flames.

 

Soon the strongest beast, or the boss, came. It turned out the origins of the beasts were from a nearby apartment building which had been empty for the last couple of months due to the renovation that was supposed to begin within the next couple of months.

 

I wasn’t able to recognize the beast because of the distance but it appeared to be at least a Tier 2 Beast.

 

Of course, it was still unable to beat somebody at S-Tier like the Flame Monarch. However, something that even I did not know was what made up parts of the beast. It turned out to have been composed of materials similar to the materials required to make a firework.

 

As the Flame Monarch burned the beast to a crisp until there was a small explosion of green and red streaks. This collapsed the small portal that was connecting the realms of the human realm and beast realm.

 

Thus, the disaster ended.

 

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Four Months Later

 

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“We don’t know why your son has yet to start talking, they’re typically supposed to start around their first birthday. Has he been exposed to anything traumatizing or exposed to anybody ill?” 

 

I was currently stuck in a doctor’s office due to my parents' paranoia. My mother was concerned after I didn’t talk after two months from my first birthday. 

 

However, she wasn’t as concerned as most parents would be, she just attributed the delay to possible trauma from the disaster and moved on.

 

Soon after though, when I still hadn’t even said my ‘first word’ she became paranoid. 

 

To be truthful I just didn’t talk because I was concerned, I would mess up and talk with good grammar revealing that I was not their son, but some soul or monster possessing its body. 

 

It was at this point I decided it was no longer worth being here. I didn’t like going to the doctor’s as it typically resulted in more annoyances than benefits. There was also the chance they might somehow figure out that the brain of this 1-year-old contains more than meets the eye.

 

So, I decided to do the one thing I could to escape this hell.

 

“Mama”

 

‘Shit this is embarrassing’

 

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Author’s Note: Sorry for the shorter chapter, I have an exam coming up, so I have been focusing more on that. I will try to expand the chapters soon. I am also working towards getting more chapters out.

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