Monster Tamer is the Worst Class-Chapter 44: Only Intention

The ethereal touch of Sylha’s hand hovered before Eren like an invitation — but there was no touch, no force. Only intention. A promise of ancient knowledge.

Eren did not move. The glow enveloping the spectral figure pulsed gently, as if breathing in sync with the curse around. His cold gaze analyzed every nuance — the way she spoke without moving her lips, the way her presence seemed to distort the space around her.

""Do you still hesitate?" said Sylha."

"I don’t like tricks — Eren replied."

She let out a hysterical laugh.

Eren frowned. He felt a pulse beneath his feet — as if something under the temple reacted to the conversation. Sylha was not just a messenger. She was the place. Or something within it.

"Who were you?"

The mist around her trembled. And for a moment, the answer came in a whisper laden with echoes.

""The first.""

The ground shook.

Eren stepped back, his breathing still controlled, but his fingers tense.

"First of what?"

""First to bind. First to yield. First to... be corrupted.""

The glow around Sylha changed. From a serene bluish light, it tinged crimson. Invisible cracks began to form on her translucent appearance. Her eyes deepened like holes in the fabric of the world.

Eren retreated another step.

"You are..."

""Showing the truth.""

Sylha’s form unraveled — not vanished, but tore apart. As if the gentle projection was just a shell.

What emerged was a distorted reflection of the previous figure: the elongated body, the disproportionate arms, hands made of vibrant energy, the face marked by multiple eyes that appeared and disappeared, like fragments floating between dimensions. Spectral tentacles projected from her back, slithering in absolute silence.

The energy emanating was brutal, but not because it was magical — it was ancient. A living memory.

[Ancient Form Revealed: Sylha, the Rift of the Oath]

[Level: ??? | Hostility: Fluctuating]

[Bond Status: Inaccessible]

The system couldn’t fix a level. That was never a good sign.

""I have been called spirit. Guide. Curse. But in the end, I am only what remains of a broken cycle.""

Kaela didn’t wait any longer.

From her hiding place, she burst into movement, her eyes glowing a furious orange, teeth clenched.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

The wolf charged at Sylha with claws outstretched, her muscles taut like living springs. She didn’t understand what that thing was — she didn’t need to. Instinct shouted louder than reason.

Sylha spun in the air as if the space around her obeyed another physics. One of the spectral tentacles intercepted Kaela inches from Eren, throwing her against a broken column with a crash that made the entire structure vibrate.

Kaela fell to the ground, rolling with a growl, but already rising.

"DON’T TOUCH HIM!" she snarled, spitting blood.

Eren tried to intervene.

"Kaela...!"

But it was already too late.

Morwynn dropped from the ceiling with the precision of a blade, webs already forming between her elongated fingers.

"She is a corrupted soul!" she hissed.

Sylha dodged fluidly, but Morwynn wasn’t seeking to hit her — she was raising a structure. Lines crossed the temple like an invisible cage.

Nyssa appeared last, slipping between the columns in a liquid state, but with a gaze more determined than ever.

"I... will protect him..."

Ah, these girls don’t understand, Eren thought.

But it was impossible to stop now.

Sylha, or what was left of her, rose in the center of the room. The pillars began to creak. The air grew heavier.

[Unstable Combat Zone | Influence of Ascending Ancestral Entity]

[System Functions Limited]

She spoke again — but now with multiple overlapping voices.

""I asked you to come. But you chose noise. If that’s the case... so be it.""

She exploded.

Not in light — but in presence. The ancestral energy she guarded like a veil was released like a gravitational impact. The columns gave way. The ground cracked. The ancient magic coursed through bodies like living electricity.

Eren tried to reach Sylha, but it was like walking against time.

Kaela roared, activating everything she had. Morwynn shot spiral cuts. Nyssa expanded living shields trying to envelop Eren.

In the center of the battle, he was the only one standing still. Observing. Trying to understand.

A scream cut through the air. It wasn’t human. Nor monster. It was ancestral.

And then...

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Far below the surface, in a chamber where silence was as dense as the secrets buried there, the Core Dome pulsed like a heart buried in the earth’s womb. There were no windows, only walls covered by lines of organic light — like exposed veins — that snaked between living consoles and showcases with artifacts that seemed to breathe.

In the center of the circular room, four thrones. No two alike.

The Throne of Biothermy was a set of crystal roots and calcified flesh, pulsing in green tones under the presence of Kelna, who rested reclining with her body semi-buried in nutritive threads. The shaved side of her head displayed runes that glowed intermittently, reacting to the data floating in front.

"The spiritual pattern is constant" she said, without taking her eyes off the suspended orbs. Her voice cut through the air like a scalpel. "But the emotional traces... this is new. The spirit is vibrating in harmony with the subject."

One of the magical spheres displayed the spectral figure of Sylha, captured during her violent manifestation. The images came from autonomous rune drones released by the guild to monitor cursed areas — a project by Vaen, but maintained by her.

"An unregistered symbiosis" she added. "The frequency structure is of bonding, but the level of hostility breaks any current model."

"Perhaps because it’s a genuine emotion" murmured Lorith, from the Throne of Psychodynamics, sitting among veils that floated with her breath. "It’s residual desire. A hunger. Ancient spirits sometimes confuse attachment with mission."

She caressed a small puppet representing Eren, stitched with silver threads.

"Eren Vale has no room for affection, only for function. And even so, she responded. Why?"

"Because he listens" replied Vaen, without taking his eyes off the data panel projected over his hexagonal glasses. "While everyone tries to use the universe... he listens to the universe. The instance called Sylha responded to a user who requested nothing, only received."

"Fascinating" intoned Rethar, from the Throne of Fragmented Theurgy. His throne was an altar made of apostate bones, covered with burnt pages of forgotten scriptures. He spoke as if in ecstasy:

"A ghost that believes. A man that breaks. The bridge between corrupted faith and primordial instinct..."

He raised his arms, trembling.

"Don’t you see? This is the liturgy of entropy!"

Kelna ignored the delirium with the surgical precision of someone who has heard it thousands of times.

"Analyzing the energy data, the entity called Sylha is not just a spiritual remnant. It acts with fusion logic. It interacts with the environment. It uses tactile memory. This is not a ghost. It’s a relational anomaly. A symbiotic echo."

"Then the theory of Biothermy with specters is viable" Vaen murmured. "Tamer + Monster + Post-Death Entity. An unstable bond triangle."

"I want to replicate" said Kelna, already raising her arm to activate a secretion lever. "With or without the original’s consent."

"Eren will not submit" said Lorith, sighing as if speaking of a distant lover. "He yields only by strategy. That’s why he is so beautiful to study. So tragic. So... toxic."

"He doesn’t need to submit" corrected Rethar. "He needs to be chosen. By the ruin. By the altar. By the memory of the first ones."

Kelna enlarged the image of the orb. The figure of Sylha, now in a corrupted form, faced Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa with grotesque majesty. But the sensors didn’t focus on the fight.

They focused on Eren, motionless, at the center of the storm.

"Observe this" she indicated with neon eyes. "No attempt to attack. No command. The subject is absorbing. Every nuance. Every vibration."

"He is mapping the entity as if it were part of the universe" Vaen completed, already taking notes. "This isn’t combat. It’s tactical simulation. In real time. He’s... taming."

"Through silence — Lorith whispered, enchanted. — He tames without touch. Without voice. Just by presence."

"This is heresy — said Rethar with pleasure. — And it’s beautiful."

Kelna smiled, a sharp half-smile.

"Let’s initiate the models. A new line: Spiritual Symbiosis of the Tamer Class."

She typed a code that made the base of her throne open like a living flower, revealing a damp chamber with a cloned body — inert, yet alive.

"I already have a body with spectral mana receptivity traits. It will suffice to implant psychic resonance based on Sylha’s pattern."

"And if it fails? — Vaen asked without emotion."

"We will have learned. And we will make another."

"And if it works? — Lorith smiled with closed eyes."

"Then we will have the first ghost-Tamer in history."

"One that doesn’t need flesh — murmured Rethar. — Only purpose."

Kelna activated the protocol.

The throne trembled. The entire room pulsed in response.

But even at the center of all this profane science, a question lingered, silent:

Did Eren already know he was being observed?