Volume 1 Prologue

    To: Kusumi Chiharu.

    Congratulations. You have been selected to be part of the seventh generation of monster tamers.

    Please choose one of the monsters from list below; you should remember that it will not only be your first partner, but will also help with your daily training, so please take good care of it.

    Dragon tribe: red dragon.

    Level: 1.

    Physical strenght: B.

    Power: B.

    Speed: A.

    An all-round monster.

    Can breathe out fire from the mouth.

    Be careful thet it doesn''t burn your house.

    Serial number: 001.

    Giant tribe: Nephilim.

    Level: 5.

    Physical strenght: B.

    Power: A.

    Speed: C.

    A monster with incredible strenght.

    Can even throw a heavy trusk with a single hand.

    If not careful, can spuash you flat.

    Serial number: 036

    Undead tribe: Ghoul.

    Level: 9.

    Physical strenght: A.

    Power: C.

    Speed: C.

    A very resilient monster.

    Professes a total obedience to its master.

    Not very popular.

    Serial number: 042.

    Though in truth, in my opinion, I feel you have the talent and grounding to become a ''demon king'' in the future.

    Having said that, Chiharu-sama, I wish you good luck from the bottom of my heart.

    From: Luka (International Monster Association).

    "Ding Ding"

    Early in the morning, on a certain day.

    My phone received an advertising mail.

    Checking the contents, it ended up being a total load of bull.

    Initially believing it to be a new type of scam, I was about to immediately press the "delete" button, but, for some reason, the message''s format puzzled me.

    "This...it doesn''t seem like a scam mail..."

    Among those teasing sentences in a round font, neither a ''Payment link'' nor a ''Homepage address'' were written anywhere.

    If that''s the case, then who is behind this? What is his objective?

    That being said, there aren''t any monsters like that...

    Although I didn''t believe in the genuineness of the mail, I wondered why they didn''t prepare better content.

    In the end, I half-consciously deleted the mail, promptly adding it to the spam list.

    ...With this, I won''t be bothered for a while.

    Once again ducking myself into the bed, I soon felt my consciousness drifting away.

    Perhaps the next time I wake up, I will have already forgotten about everything that happened this morning.

    But I would never have thought...

    ...that such a trifling impulsive action would later end up causing open mayhem between three monsters...