I am Just an Average Tamer-Chapter 150: don’t buy yet

The holding quarters were a tiered section of the academy carved into the lower levels of the eastern tower, half stone, half reinforced enchanted wood. It was meant for short-term rest and recovery—a place where participants could catch their breath before judgment fell.

Kai dropped onto the cot, his back protesting the motion. The moment his weight settled, his body finally acknowledged what his mind had ignored—he was exhausted.

Corrin flopped onto the bunk across from him, swinging one leg up with exaggerated flair. "So... we lived. Again."

Kai didn’t respond.

Corrin turned his head, eyes narrowing. "You’re not still hearing voices from that thing, are you?"

"No." Kai leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "But I can feel it. Even now."

His gaze dropped to the spear propped against the nearby wall. The weapon radiated no visible aura, but something about it was off. Like the shadows bent just a little differently around it.

The silence between them stretched.

Then, with a faint shimmer, the beast ring on Kai’s finger pulsed. He summoned them one at a time.

Veal emerged first, the Windsight Falcon stretching her wings with an elegant flutter. She perched on a beam above, golden eyes scanning the space protectively.

Vex appeared next in a puff of shadow, the Phantom Lynx slinking beside Kai, brushing his leg with a faint growl that turned into a pleased rumble.

And then—Stromeon.

The Thunder Drakelet landed with a crack of static energy, scales still glowing faintly with residual lightning. He shook himself, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.

Corrin instinctively leaned back. "You really love collecting flashy murder beasts, huh?"

Kai smirked. "They’re family."

Vex made a low chuff, as if in agreement. Veal tilted her head, eyes tracking Corrin with curious focus.

Stromeon hissed playfully, static crackling across his tail.

Kai ran a hand over the drake’s snout. "You did well back there, all of you. That fight wasn’t just another trial. Something was... off."

Corrin stood and stretched, his crescent blade clicking as it settled on his back. "You mean other than the forbidden chamber, the ancient spirit beast, and you unlocking dark powers from a draconic grave?"

Kai didn’t reply immediately. His gaze drifted toward the single window slit in the wall, barely wide enough to let the moonlight in.

"They’ll watch me now," he said at last. "Not just the instructors. The others. Nobles. Elites. Maybe even people from outside the academy." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"You’re not wrong," Corrin said, voice unusually serious. "But you’re not the only one being watched."

Kai’s eyes flicked to him.

Corrin looked tired too, though he tried to hide it behind his usual sarcasm. "My old man’s probably already heard the reports. He’ll either send someone to test me or... test you through me."

"Remind me again why your family name makes half the professors nervous?"

Corrin grinned. "Because most of them owe my father a favor they can’t repay."

A knock at the reinforced door cut through the air like a dagger.

Before Kai could stand, the door creaked open and Rashira stepped in. She held a tray with three steaming bowls of soup, her Riverwake Serpent coiled around her arm in miniature form.

"Brought food," she said shyly. "Healer says we need to replenish mana reserves. Thought you two would ignore it and collapse."

Corrin gave a mock gasp. "Rashira, are you developing maternal instincts?"

She blushed fiercely. "Shut up."

Kai accepted the bowl with a small nod. "Thanks."

They sat together, the strange quiet of the moment wrapping around them. No magic, no battles. Just breathing, eating, existing.

Rashira looked at Kai with soft eyes. "Do you... regret picking up that spear?"

Kai looked down at the weapon beside him.

The runes shimmered faintly, just once. A pulse.

"I think it chose me," he said. "If I hadn’t picked it up, the Cryptbone Wyrm would’ve torn us apart. But now... I don’t think I’ll ever be the same."

Vex’s tail twitched at that. Veal let out a low, echoing coo from above. Even Stromeon lifted his head.

Rashira hesitated. "Then... we stay beside you. Even if things change."

Kai glanced at her, surprised. Then at Corrin, who gave him a lazy thumbs-up while slurping soup.

"We’re all misfits anyway," Corrin muttered. "Might as well back the guy carrying ancient drake death magic."

Kai cracked a small, genuine smile.

But inside... something twisted. Because beneath the camaraderie, a whisper lingered in his ears. Not words—emotion. Hunger. Expectation.

The Umbradrake was still sleeping.

But not for long.

circular hall, silent as a tomb.

High above the trial grounds, the Observation Chamber sat wreathed in muted candlelight and hovering illusion panels. Each one displayed different participants—some resting, some still locked in battle, a few unconscious and waiting for extraction.

At the center of the room stood the Headmaster.

Thalor Veylan.

An elderly man in flowing navy-blue robes marked with silver glyphs, his eyes like molten glass—ageless, unblinking, and unreadable.

He stared at a single floating panel. On it: Kai, seated in the resting quarters, his beasts around him. The spear—the Obsidian Fang—lay beside him, dark and humming.

spirit weapon... born from abyssal remains," the envoy murmured. "And a boy who didn’t shatter beneath its weight."

"He’s bonded with it," murmured a soft voice.

From the shadows stepped a woman with cascading silver hair and a blindfold that shimmered faintly with magic.

High Seer Lurelia. Her lips barely moved as she spoke. "The Wyrm’s residue clings to him. Spirit-level influence. The kind that reshapes fate."

"Did the boy awaken it, or did the spear awaken him?" asked another voice—gravelly, older.

From the seats along the outer ring, Archduke Haron Feign sat forward. One of the academy’s oldest financiers. His eyes burned with interest rather than concern. "If he can control it, we may be looking at a future war asset. Or worse—a rival faction’s prize."

spirit weapon... born from abyssal remains," the envoy murmured. "And a boy who didn’t shatter beneath its weight."

"Careful, Feign," said Magister Nyel, a bald, one-armed warrior in ceremonial black armor. "You’re talking about a sixteen-year-old. Don’t reduce him to a tool just yet."

"Tools are what win wars," Feign said, unfazed. "Besides, we all watched it. He didn’t hesitate to use death magic. Poison. Assassin tactics. He’s not a boy—he’s a blade. And blades cut."

Thalor raised his hand and the room fell silent.

"The spear was sealed for a reason," he said quietly. "What concerns me is not that Kai took it, but that the Wyrm responded to him. It tested him—and yielded. That spirit has slain fully evolved dragons before, back during the Abyssal Era."

Lurelia tilted her head. "And yet it did not consume him. The beast inside that spear does not obey lightly."

A different panel floated forward—this one showing Corrin, now asleep with his arm slung over his face.

"And the boy beside him... Corrin Zareon. Son of Duke Zareon." Magister Nyel leaned forward. "I saw him fight in tandem with Kai. No fear. Perfect sync. That family has its fingers in many pies. Are we sure Corrin’s not here under orders?"

Haron smirked. "If he is, then his orders include watching Kai very, very closely."

Thalor turned toward the eastern wall, where the master assessment slate shimmered with glowing names.

Kai’s name had jumped to the top five in the rankings, despite being a Beast Tamer—one of the most unpredictable classes. Corrin sat close behind. Rashira and a few other names shimmered just below.

"There are too many watching him now," Lurelia said, voice like falling rain. "From the noble families. From the shadow sects. Even... the Queen’s Circle."

"Already?" Magister Nyel scowled.

"Someone sent an envoy," Lurelia murmured. "They will arrive by the next dawn."spirit weapon... born from abyssal remains," the envoy murmured. "And a boy who didn’t shatter beneath its weight."

Thalor looked back at the floating panel.

Kai still sat in silence, gently feeding a dried meat strip to Stromeon while Veal perched silently above. The spear hadn’t moved. But the shadows around it seemed to curl slightly—like something beneath its surface breathed.

"This trial was supposed to test resourcefulness," Thalor said. "Instead, it may have unsealed a fragment of history."

"No." Lurelia shook her head slowly. "It revealed a harbinger."

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❖ Scene Shift – Outside the Academy ❖

Night had swallowed the outer lands in velvet black, the forests shivering under the breeze. On a quiet mountain path, a single carriage rolled forward—pulled by twin horned elkbeasts with crimson eyes.

Inside sat a figure cloaked in grey, face hidden by a deep hood.

On the opposite seat rested a scroll sealed with royal sigil—a crescent moon over crossed swords.

The envoy gently touched it, then looked up at the academy tower in the distance.

"A spirit weapon... born from abyssal remains," the envoy murmured. "And a boy who didn’t shatter beneath its weight."

Then, softly, the envoy smiled.

"I wonder what other secrets you’ll offer us, Kai."