The Seven Demon's Tamer

*Flip. Flip. Flip.*

Dwang Sung, the leader of the Red-Easter guild himself, flipped through the pages of the newly printed newspaper, sipping the coffee from the cup in his right hand.

"Is that so...

Someone successfully contracted a beast from the demon plain."

"Y... Yes... Mm... Master Sung."

His personal servant, who had brought the newspaper to him, remained in his bowed position as he spoke.

Ming Fan had served the master for over a decade, even since before he created the Red-Eastern guild, yet master Sung's presence still made his knees weak and his voice tremble.

There was something about being in the same room as a man who contracted with four red-marked familiars that made even the most hotheaded men tremble.

"And his summon is?"

Dwang Sung asked, taking another sip of his coffee. The newspaper now lay flat on his lap after he dropped it, the headline screaming up at him in bold letters: "DEMON PLAIN CONTRACTOR DEVASTATES FSG BASE."

"His summon is still undisclosed. According to the report, it is said that the FSG of the United Kingdom took him to question and measure his power level to confirm if he truly contracted a beast from the demon plain," his personal servant, Mr. Ming Fan, spoke. Ming Fan's forehead nearly touched the floor in his bowing position. He has been in this position of bowing since he started his report to master Sung.

He knew better than to straighten up without permission. The last servant who had done so without express instruction had been punished severely.

"Is that so... Then I'll be visiting the base to extract all the information I need." Dwang Sung gulped down all the remaining coffee from the cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Dwang Sung stood up, his full height of six-foot-three imposing even in the vast room.

His silk robe, the color of burnished gold, caught the light as he moved majestically, making it seem as though he were wrapped in liquid sunlight.

He began to walk away, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet—a predator moving through tall grass.

"That's the problem; you won't be able to extract the information."

Dwang Sung's eyes widened the moment he heard the last statement.

Ming Fan had spent the entire morning gathering this information about the recent news on the demon contractor, calling in favors from his most reliable across the city and even from the FSG itself.

Ming Fan's words hung in the air like a heavy, suffocating smoke. The room temperature seemed to drop by several degrees in an instant.

The news had spread like wildfire through the summoner community. A demon plain contractor was rare—so rare that many believed them to be myths, bedtime stories told to frighten young soon-to-be summoners into obedience.

Dwang Sung turned his head slightly to the side, just enough to reveal the sharp profile of his facial and one gleaming red eye that screamed seriousness. It was the look a wolf gives when it hears a twig snap nearby.

"And why would you assume that?" master Sung inquired in a deceptive soft tone.

"Because the base was destroyed." Ming Fan's voice cracked slightly. "Half of the entire base has been brought down."

For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, Dwang Sung's eyes widened a bit as the was deep in thoughts—the equivalent of a normal man's jaw hitting the floor. It was the most emotion Ming Fan had seen his master Sung display in years.

Calmly walking back to his chair, Dwang Sung lowered himself of his chair.

"Give me more details," Dwang Sung inquired as he sat.

With a nod, Ming Fan began, "Yesterday, in the morning hours, the FSG base sent out some of its high-ranking members, including Lucian, towards the young man allegedly assumed to be the contractor of a beast from the demon plain."

On hearing Lucian's name, Dwang Sung nodded slowly. He could recall that Lucian was a capable one from their last confrontation, about a year ago.

"They got to the house of this young man, whose name is Ryder, to restrain him and take him in for questioning, the reason being that he was also assumed to have committed a number of crimes through rumors.

On getting to his house, they realized he was a bit tough, but still he agreed to come with them."

Dwang Sung raised an eyebrow at this. 'A contractor powerful enough to summon a familiar from the demon plain, yet willing to go quietly? Interesting.'

On getting to the FSG base, he was questioned and he answered truthfully and freely, without holding any information back.

They all began to see him in a positive light until he was told to test his beast power level in the testing room of the FSG base.

He agreed and then, during the test, he destroyed the base. He purposely overloaded the machine with excessive gamma energy, causing a massive explosion, claiming half of the FSG base in the United Kingdom, as well as claiming the lives of summoners.

Twenty-one summoners were fatally injured in this explosion.

He remained still as he heard the number of injured summoners which was very surprising.

The FSG base, as a whole, is quite selective in recruiting new members.

They do not recruit summoners with brown marks and are very selective in recruiting summoners with orange marks.

Every one of their members is an extremely valuable asset. Killing so many of them... was inviting trouble.

Ryder just got himself into a big mess. Even though he was black-marked— one of the highest natural mark a summoner could possess—he shouldn't have messed with a governmental organization with strings that reached into every corner of the summoning world.

The penalty for hurting a single FSG member, even by just a scratch, was death. Ryder had fatally injured twenty-one FSG members. The math wasn't difficult.

"If I may ask, where exactly did you extract this information from?" Dwang Sung couldn't help but ask.

He wasn't asking because he was doubting the information he received from his personal assistant, Ming Fan, but he asked because he wanted to know the exact source of this information.

"It came from Lucian himself." Ming Fan straighten slightly with his chest puffed out in pride. "Commander Lucian."

It wasn't a strange occurrence for the Red-Easter guild to be receiving information from Lucian; it was quite common.

The Red-Easter guild was one of the guilds closest to the United Kingdom FSG base, out of all other guilds in the whole planet Terra. Not geographically, of course—the guild's main headquarters remained in Tokyo—but in terms of information exchange and interest and all others, the Red-Eastern guild is to be mentioned.

Dwang Sung, being the leader of the Red-Easter guild, was building up connections from various countries around the world to his guild.

As luck may have it, he learned how to communicate in English at a young age, so building connections was far easier than they should have been for an Eastern man.

He had done so successfully with a few other dominant countries in the past—Korea, Russia, even the North American Summoners Alliance—and was doing just that with the United Kingdom.

Hearing that the information came from Lucian himself gave Dwang Sung absolute assurance on the whole story.

"It's a good thing I am in this country at the moment." Dwang Sung stood up and walked out of the room, while Ming Fan followed right behind.

'This country is proving to be quite interesting right now,' Dwang Sung thought as they made their way down the hallway. 'I was planning to leave this country, the United Kingdom, by the weekend, but I guess I'll have to extend the date to some other time'

"Ming Fan, go gather some more information about the Ryder guy."

"Yes, Master Sung."

Ming Fan then departed from Dwang Sung, with a new task at hand.

Dwang Sung, on the other hand, had a smile on his face as he walked down the stairs toward the exit of the hotel he was in.

Once outside, his personal butler was already waiting. He opened the door on the Rolls-Royce for Master Sung to get in before shutting it.

He got in and drove off.

Dwang Sung instructed while they were inside, "Take me to the FSG base, right now."

The Red-Easter guild is one of the most formidable guilds in current times. It was founded a few years ago by Dwang Sung and quickly rose in status and power.

The leader—Dwang Sung—contributed the most to the guild. He is the only one in this recent age who has the highest number of familiars and the strongest familiars within the grasp of humans to tame.

He has a total of four familiars bound to his soul, and all four are red-marked familiars.

The stories of how he had acquired each of his familiar were the stuff of legend in summoners plain, AKA, planet Terra.

Despite the fact that he is still alive, history books have been written about him.

The first familiar he contracted was a black panther beast that could move through shadows as if they were water, had been contracted when Dwang was just ten—the youngest recorded red-mark summoner in history.

The second familiar was a winged beast with feathers that burned with eternal flame, had nearly killed him during the binding ritual. He still bore the scars across his chest—three parallel lines that glowed faintly when the familiar was near.

The third and fourth had come later, after his reputation was already established.

The white Rolls-Royce finally came to a halt at the gate of the FSG base. Opening the door, the red interior sparkled, attracting attention from even the people walking behind the locked gate of the FSG base.

From the outside, the building looked deceptively ordinary—a modern office complex with tinted windows and a small, and the tall walls that bounded the entire base.

Dwang Sung made his grand exit and his grand entrance into the base.

His golden robe, made of silk, glittered as he walked gracefully into the base and passed the FSG agents who bowed their heads in respect to greet him.

His red predator eyes remained serious, His red predator eyes remained serious, scanning everything, missing nothing. His long black hair, tied in a ponytail that reached to the middle of his back, wavered with the wind as he moved..

The entrance of the building looked intact, Dwang Sung observed as he stepped in. The sparkling white interior, marble floors, high ceilings, abstract sculptures that subtly reflected summoning history was jaw-dropping for most, but not Dwang Sung, who lived his whole life in the lap of luxury.

Walking through the nearest hallway toward Dwang Sung was Lucian.

Upon reaching him, the two smiled warmly at each other, with arms open for a hug.

Unlike the others who bowed down to greet Dwang Sung, Lucian was more privileged and respected by him than any member of the FSG should be.

"It's been a while, Sung," Lucian greeted warmly. "What a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," Dwang Sung responded with a friendly laugh.

"If I may ask, what brought you here?" Lucian asked. "Do you have any urgent business on your mind?"

"No, no, I came here just for a little visit. I heard about the catastrophic incident that occurred here yesterday. That got me curious, so I decided to pay you a visit," said Dwang Sung with a arm smile.

Lucian forced a smile on his face that didn't help in the slightest to mask his pain.

Pulling the sleeve of his shirt upwards, he unveiled the injuries on his left arm.

His arm was in bandages.

"A good portion of my flesh was crushed and ripped off when this base collapsed. The impact was so fatal that you would be able to see my bones."

"Oh my, that is so bad," said Dwang Sung in a flat tone.

"Yeah. It will heal soon; my first familiar has an incredible healing capability that would heal wounds of this nature in probably a week or so," Lucian clarified.

A grin spread across Dwang Sung's face. As expected, you tamed an anomaly for a familiar, after all.

Turning around, Lucian spoke, ignoring the praises, "Come with me."

More than anything, he knew how little his familiars fazed Sung. Sung contracted familiars, and each of them wasn't weak.

Dwang Sung wasn't weak either. The affinities of his contracted familiars were shared with him, making him formidable even without summoning them.

The strength, speed, and other physical capabilities he derived from them weren't lacking either. Each of his familiars has supernatural physical capability, and he has the combination of all their capabilities within him.

Nothing could ever daze him except something that is beyond his level—which was next to non-existent... except for one new tamer.

"I guess you guys were quite quick with reforming this base. I can hardly believe this entire base collapsed."

This entire base never collapsed, but a good chunk of it did—about half of it, according to our rough estimation.

"Oh, now it makes sense. So, where are we heading to?" Dwang Sung inquired.

"To the destroyed fraction of the building."

"I did explain the entire story to Ming Fan; I hope he told you," Lucian spoke in a cold, slow tone, causing Dwang Sung to smirk.

"Yes, he did."