Chapter 9：Seems to be the hardest part (1/2)
Jomel eyed the sliver-looking Badger-or-wolverine like Soul-Beast.
He plans to tame it next.
He stood up he looks up at the giant crocodile, he controlled his will energy carefully, afraid that he would mess up.
And then,
Swish!
Swirl!
The giant crocodile was sucked inside his body like it was sucked into a whirlpool.
It drilled into the center of his head like it was sucked in a whirlpool willingly without fear and resistance.
The Soul-Beast Tamer will hold an eight-Soul-Beast inside them.
One to the head, one to each shoulder, one to each foot, one to the chest, one to the heart, and one to the private part of a woman or male Soul-Beast Tamer.
The enhancement is analogous to how if a Soul-Beast Tamer tamed one Soul-Beast, the difference will be felt in the Soul-Beast Tamer's entire body and Soul.
The strengthening would be distributed uniformly across Soul-Beast Tamer's body.
Soul-Space refers to the containers inside the body that host Soul-Beasts.
When a beast is stored, a tattoo appears on the Soul-Beast tamer's body parts where it was stored.
A tattoo will show up arbitrarily on the portion where it was put away, like for case, on the off chance that Soul-Beast Tamer put away their Soul-Beast on their right arm.
It seems to show up on the back of their bear, front of it, upper arm, cubital fossa, lower arm, and the palm of their hand or back of it, etc.
Once they put away their monster interior, they cannot evacuate, supplant, or take it absent there and after that put another Soul-beast on it.
They said that they can as it were tame three Soul-Beasts on level one to level one hundred.
Jomel hair rises up and after, that with a bothersome feeling, a tattoo of a crocodile showed up on the cleared outside of his face.
His skin was supplanted, the skin slowly falls off of it but the irritating feeling that's making him chafed was presently gone.
but…
”Just kidding KEHEHE. The process not done yet, young soldier” The Vietnamese tall man smilingly appeared beside him so fast that he couldn't react.
The big Vietnamese man grabs his collar and then,
Woosh!
They appeared on a massive square metallic thick box with the fast movement of a tall Vietnamese officer or something.
Bang!
Jomel was thrown heavily like a rag-doll, because of the heavy impact, he felt compelled to vomit.
”Don't be a squeamish little soldier; that's all little scratch, alright! proceed to the next stage of taming, the most difficult one... Good luck! I pray you don't bleed to death! soldier-in-training KAHAHAHAHAHA”
The Giant Vietnamese man laughs maniacally, then added.
”I'll come back tomorrow, after that you will have to tame the next one, and then sent to the battlefield KAHAHAHAHA!! So Good luck again! Young soldier KAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHA!.”
The Vietnamese tall officer or something before disappearing while laughing maniacally
Jomel cursed him inside his head, but he was curious what was going to happen believing what the maniac said, after all, he has no reason to lie…
And a minute later nothing happened.
He started to feel anxious it feels like that fellow is fair tricking around, so he has chosen that he will step outside.
He was about to walk out when he unexpectedly solidified, sensing that something was wrong with his tattoo. It sounds like it's going inside, which is both irritating and complicated because it's becoming more grounded and more grounded, each diminutive at the same time.
He didn't touch it or move from his place, and he's perplexed that his pointless and babble inventions could screw up something about the process.
To begin with, it was fair on his tattoo on his face, but it seems the profound interior of him was unusually unpleasant.
Not inside his head, but in his body, it feels like a deep or penetrating pain. It got harder as he tried to run.
Creak!
Snap!
A bone-cracking and snapping sound were heard, if some could see this, there are visible breaks or deformities on his body, a snap or grinding noise upon injury is becoming louder, as the pain became deeper!
Agghh!
Rip!
Enduring the pain, Jomel rip and folded his clothes while grinding his teeth, then he put it on his mouth and bit it harder.
His face is all red and veins swelling as a result of the discomfort he is experiencing.
But that's not all.
It likes deep inside, he is experiencing muscle and tissue pain, cramps, nausea, and exhaustion, as well as feeling dizzy at all times that makes him wanted to give up.
Fortunately, Jomel has a soldier body in the past that recognizes or has endured suffering, so he is still standing and surviving till now.
Chest pain, bone breaks, seizures, dizziness, jaundice, shortness of breath, and stomach swelling, he endured it all.
Crack!
His body is also making a creaking sound like when someone opens a door, but this time it's the sound of his bones breaking.
Rick!
The bone-breaking clamor was getting more grounded, a protuberance or mass beneath the skin, deadness or shivering from the torment inside him that he cannot comprehend, and know where it felt.
Blergh!
Redness, streaks from the disease location where the bone has grown, swelling, warmth at the infusion location where the bone snaps, diminished extend of movement, sickness, the misfortune of appetite.
He is losing himself, in case he looked at himself presently, he would take note of bone spikes coming out of his body, he is like a coral, but a boney one.