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

The human domain, Vermilion Kingdom, and the Royal Capital...

In the Royal Capital, the Royal Island was recognized as the most luxurious and safest district in the entire kingdom, and one of the most secure in the entire human domain. This reputation was thanks to the powerful Dwarven-altered flying carriages.

Each of these carriages possessed an inbuilt magical cannon, and although it wasn't as destructive as nuclear weapons back on Earth, the sheer firepower was capable of obliterating Awakened beings ranging from Level 50 to 100 with a single blast. About 20 of these destructive carriages patrolled the airspace of the island.

Rumors claimed that the carriages had cost a fortune—enough that, if given to a poor man, it could feed his family for fifteen generations.

Though the public thought these were mere rumors, the elites—the Big Four along with several other nobles—knew the truth. Despite their immense wealth and their knack for always competing with the Royal Family, they could at most afford three or four of such carriages. This fact alone highlighted the staggering wealth of the Royal Family.

Currently, behind the massive castle, about 500 meters away, there was a small building resembling a temple nestled at the peak of a hill. Four Dwarven-powered flying carriages rotated around it in a clockwise manner.

In the vast courtyard of the building, a young man could be seen training profusely with a longsword. This young man was bare-chested, and the afternoon sunlight illuminated his body, accentuating his well-sculpted muscles that seemed to ripple whenever he took a step forward.

The young man wore a wired mask that seemed like something that didn't belong to this world and had a head full of neat white hair that shone like silver under the sun's rays, adding an ethereal quality to his appearance.

After swinging his sword for a couple more minutes, the young man finally stopped and stabbed the ground, pinning the sword there as he looked at the entrance of the temple-like building where a figure, who Nyx would have recognized as the king of the Vermilion Kingdom, stepped out with a concerned expression on his face.

He briefly looked at the young man before heading towards the castle in brisk steps while muttering under his breath, "This... this demand is too atrocious. How does he expect me to fulfill this sort of mission? Dammit, if I knew things would turn out like this, I wouldn't have made this devilish deal."

As soon as the king left amidst his ramblings, the space twisted, and a formation appeared on the ground. Then, with a burst of golden light, another young man with white hair and a body resembling the masked young man appeared.

"Hmmm... the king seemed very troubled," the young man said in a low voice as he watched the departing back of the king. At a glance, one would think this young man was Hendrix, the fifth son of Duke Felix Armstrong, but in reality, this was far from the truth.

The young man was merely an identity copy of Hendrix and was also the one that had served as Duke of Armstrong Duchy in the western region all these years. After killing the real Felix, and in an attempt to hide his identity, a fake rumor that the duke was seriously injured on his face to the point that not even a healer could regenerate it was spread.

Hence, the reason why the duke's cabinet and citizens of the Armstrong Duchy didn't find it strange that the duke always hid behind a veil.

The masked young man, Hendrix, looked at his clone. He didn't respond immediately and shifted his gaze to the entrance of the mansion. "The lord must've made a very heavy request," he said with a strange glint in his eyes.

The clone narrowed his eyes, a glint of suspicion shining within them as he whispered in a somewhat uncertain voice, "You think he will comply?"

"Mm, definitely." Hendrix nodded, striding toward the mansion. "The Lord has invested a lot in him. Now it's time for him to repay that debt."

Just like he invested in every one of us, Hendrix thought absentmindedly.

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After stepping inside the mansion, Hendrix came to a stop in a dark room. At the furthest end of the room, there was a holographic display. Within the display, a single figure could be seen sitting on a towering throne in a red mist-filled background.

"My liege, this humble servant pledges his loyalty," Hendrix said as he went on one knee.

A couple of moments passed, and Hendrix remained in his kneeling position. Then, a distorted voice came from the figure in the reddish background. "Hendrix, your failure in the western region still lingers in my memory," the voice said in a low tone. "Do you understand the consequences of disappointing me again?"

Although this was not the first time he had seen this powerful entity, the mere sound of his voice and that gaze sent an unstoppable tremble through his entire being.

Hendrix clenched his fists, his head bowed low. "I do, my lord. I have no excuse for my failure."

The figure chuckled ominously: "No excuses, indeed. But I am not without mercy. Redemption is possible—if you prove yourself worthy."

The room seemed to darken further as the figure's powerful presence seemed to swallow all the light around the room. "In the coming war, you will capture the vassal and deliver him to me personally. Only then will you regain your honor."

Within his mask, Hendrix's eyes burned with determination. The vassal was obviously Nox, who left a bitter taste in his mouth. After delivering the news that Nox was the vassal after the western region fight summit, Hendrix had reported to his master.

Hendrix would have preferred to kill Nox with his own hands, but now that his lord asked for him to be captured and delivered alive, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and obey the request, which was like the law of a god himself!

"I will not fail you again, my lord. The vassal's head will be yours."

The figure leaned back into the throne and said in a heavy tone: "Good. But let this be your final chance, Hendrix. Do not make me regret my generosity."

The screen flickered and disappeared a moment later, and Hendrix stood up.

So this is how it's going to be, huh? As he left the dark room, the side of his lips curled up. He didn't instruct me on what state to leave him in. This means as long as he's alive, then the lord will be satisfied.

"In the upcoming war, I will not restrict myself to only my human powers, unlike the tournament... I shall let all of them know the true power of a demon prince!"

---n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Meanwhile, in the Royal Castle.

The king paced anxiously within his chamber, as the demands of the powerful figure in the red world resurfaced in his mind. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"That devil..." he muttered. "What he's asking for... it's impossible. How can I possibly..."

He stopped abruptly, his reflection staring back at him from a polished mirror. His eyes, which were once proud and filled with scheming, were now filled with stress and fear.

"If I refuse him, the kingdom is doomed. If I obey, I may lose everything anyway."

He slammed a fist against the wall, his voice trembling. "Damn it! Why did I ever make that deal?"

While the king felt conflicted and the enemies gradually made their moves in the shadows, in room 200 of the Special Class student dormitory, Nox stepped out.

But the sight he encountered was something he had never expected.