[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond":3,"chapter-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-253":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1333105,1774,"Chapter 253 - : 253 : Ricor De Lano!","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-253",253,"\u003Cp>\"Dear Brother,\" Elara purred softly, \"a talking vulture statue. How delightfully absurd.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarion’s lips curved in a rare, genuine smile. \"Absurd, yes. But effective. I wonder if he’ll yawn at the commoners.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara giggled, pressing her breast more firmly against his arm. \"If he yawns at that Nightshade boy, I’ll buy him a feather duster as thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ela Voss smiled to herself—small, fond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s funny,\" she whispered. \"Like a children’s story come to life. I hope he’s kind when he measures.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Elowen raised one elegant hand for silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough chatter. Sir Lano, if you please—begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s crystal flared bright blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ohhh, splendid! Let’s see, let’s see... who shall be first to bare their mana soul to Ricor De Lano?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s crystal pulsed lazily, scanning the lines with those empty, twinkling sockets. The hall had fallen into a tense, expectant hush after his cheerful introduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the vulture head suddenly swiveled—beak pointing like an accusing finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You. With the earrings. Come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of whispers spread. Every head turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noble boy—seventeen or eighteen, slim, dark-haired, silver hoop earrings glinting in each ear—froze in the noble line. His face drained of color. He looked left, right, then pointed at himself in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor bobbed once. \"Yes, you, pretty boy. Don’t make me repeat myself. Up you come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy swallowed hard. His polished boots clicked uncertainly on the marble as he stepped out of line. The silence in the hall thickened; even the floating chandeliers seemed to dim slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Elowen Voss raised a graceful hand. \"No need to worry, young lord. This is merely calibration. Show the academy your true blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Mira Hale added gently, \"Breathe. It won’t hurt. Just place your hand and let the crystal do its work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy nodded jerkily, cheeks burning under everyone’s stares. He walked forward like he was approaching a guillotine, each step slower than the last. When he finally reached the platform, and met his carved gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s voice dropped to a surprisingly instructive, almost fatherly tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Place your hand on my crystal, child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s fingers trembled as he lifted his right palm. He hesitated one heartbeat—then pressed it flat against the moonlit-ice orb fused to the vulture’s scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft blue glow bloomed under his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny streams of mana—pale and threadlike—rose from his palm like smoke, spiraling into the crystal. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, lips pressed tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ricor’s beak snapped open with a dramatic flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good... Good... Quite a steady flow of mana. Expected of a noble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White light erupted around the boy, soft and enveloping, bathing him in a gentle halo. Not blinding—elegant. Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s eyes flew open. A relieved, boyish grin split his face. He pumped one fist in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elowen shot Mira a smug, triumphant smirk. Mira simply smiled back—warm, unruffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s beak opened again. A small, rectangular card slid out from between the stone teeth like a tongue. Gold trim, crisp black text, a faint school’s crest watermark shimmering across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy took it gingerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor closed his beak with a satisfied click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That will be your ID card, child. It updates on its own to reflect your progression—mana, achievements, class rank, the works. Keep it close. Now off you go—next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy practically skipped back to his line, clutching the card like a trophy, showing it off to envious friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s crystal pulsed again—faster now, eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one he called them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commoners first, it seemed—Ricor clearly enjoyed mixing things up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lanky commoner boy with freckles stepped up. Green light—soft, flickering. Low purity, modest capacity, Earth affinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor sighed theatrically. \"Adequate, dear. Room to grow. Next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nervous commoner girl with braids. Green again—fainter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sweet, but sleepy. More spice next time, poppet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pattern held. Most commoners got green—dim, steady, unremarkable. A few managed pale blue—decent, but nothing special. The nobles in line exchanged knowing glances; Elowen’s smirk grew wider with every dim glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ricor’s voice rang out brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ela Voss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ela stepped forward gracefully, lavender hair catching the chandelier light like spun moonlight. She didn’t hesitate—placed her palm on the crystal with quiet confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dark—absolute, velvet black, so deep it seemed to drink the surrounding light. Tiny silver motes danced inside like trapped stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s beak dropped open in cartoonish shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too much potential...! By the gods—raw, untapped, screaming potential! Purity: 89%! Capacity: Vast—Tier S-approaching! But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...still below your ceiling, little one. You may never close the gap to true greatness without something... extraordinary. Tread carefully, child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall erupted in murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students stared at Ela with new eyes—respect, fear, envy. Even the commoners whispered. The Voss name carried weight, but this? This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ela simply bowed her head politely, took her black-bordered ID card, and returned to her place. She didn’t smile. She didn’t frown. Just... accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elowen clapped slowly. \"As expected of Voss blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ricor’s crystal flared silver-white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elara Voss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara glided forward, hips swaying with deliberate grace. Her long white hair shimmered like fresh snow under moonlight. She glanced back once—at Elarion—eyes gleaming with private fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Dear Brother... watch me.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed her palm on the crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb sang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver light—pure, blinding, almost liquid—exploded outward. It didn’t just glow; it flowed, wrapping around her like silk scarves made of moonlight. The entire hall seemed to dim for a heartbeat so she could shine brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor shrieked in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magnificent! Purity: 91%! Capacity: Vast—Tier S! Strongest reading yet! Exquisite! Divine! You gorgeous creature—step down before I fall in love!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clapping—loud, genuine from commoners, restrained but impressed from nobles. Wide eyes everywhere. Whispers of \"strongest yet\" and \"Voss perfection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Aiden’s group leaned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna whispered, \"That’s... wow. Silver. She’s strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thristle whistled low. \"Damn. That light show? Cocky, but earned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyxion’s tail flicked. \"Pretty. Scary-pretty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lysandra nodded slowly. \"Lineage power... beautiful, in a cold way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liana crossed her arms, smirking. \"Strongest yet, huh? We’ll see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden just watched—calm, unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarion stood proud beyond words. His ice-blue eyes softened with pure, possessive affection as Elara walked back to him, card in hand, silver light still clinging faintly to her skin like frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped in front of him, tilting her face up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear Brother... you saw that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, large hand settling gently on the crown of her head—petting her like something precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did.\" His voice was low, warm. \"I knew you could.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed, smiling like the sun had risen just for her. She pressed her cheek against his palm, nuzzling shamelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s crystal pulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elarion Voss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara’s fingers tightened around her brother’s hand for one heartbeat—hopeful, adoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*He looks so handsome...*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarion stepped forward—calm, predatory grace. Every line of his body radiated quiet certainty. He placed his palm on the crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yellow—true, molten imperial gold. It poured from the orb like liquid sunlight, bathing him head to toe, making his short white hair glow like a crown. The light didn’t flicker. It thrummed—steady, overwhelming, ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s beak fell open so wide it nearly cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the gods... already imperial level! Purity: 92%! Capacity: Limitless—Tier S+! This... this is royalty-grade mana! You magnificent, terrifying boy—step down before the hall spontaneously kneels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clapping—thunderous. Cheers from nobles, stunned applause from commoners. Students stared in open awe. Whispers of \"imperial already\" and \"Voss supremacy\" filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elowen was on cloud nine. She clapped harder than anyone—proud aunt, proud professor—voice ringing out over the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magnificent, Elarion! Proof of superior blood! The academy is honored!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarion returned to Elara’s side. She immediately pressed against him, clutching his arm, eyes shining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were perfect,\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only smiled—small, proud, utterly possessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor’s crystal dimmed for a moment—almost catching its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aiden Nightshade!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall went dead silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden stepped forward—calm, unhurried. His wives watched with hungry pride. Liana leaned forward, eyes gleaming. Even the Voss twins turned fully to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his palm on the crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colors—crimson dragonfire, molten gold, abyssal black, starlit violet, emerald beast-bond, sapphire spatial—cascaded in a storm. Sparks flew. The crystal vibrated so hard the entire vulture head trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor shrieked—half terror, half ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"UNQUANTIFIABLE! Purity—off the scale! Capacity—LIMITLESS! Affinities—MULTIPLE! Beast Dominion primary—layered with Bond Resonance, Primal Fire, Void-Touched, Celestial Echo, Spatial Anchor—too many signatures! Dragon, wolf, monsters, demons! You beautiful, broken, god-touched commaner—step down before I shatter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students gasped. Nobles recoiled. Commoners cheered wildly. Elowen’s smirk vanished—replaced by stunned fury. Mira’s eyes widened in quiet fascination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*H-how... This can’t it. How? You commaner.* Elowen growled internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira was impressed beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden walked back to his wives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna kissed his cheek hard. \"Master...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thristle whooped. \"That’s our fucking King!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyxion purred. \"Heart Lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liana laughed—bright, dangerous. \"You really leave up to your name, Child of Prophecy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarion’s hand tightened around Elara’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara’s smile vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ela simply watched—amethyst eyes thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ricor was still babbling incoherently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The academy would never be the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>END OF Chapter : 253 : RICOR DE LANO!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>",1533,"2026-06-05T19:53:19.368Z",1,"novelbin.me","854746ae133aef37b224d202fada9d77201fc06e84679e1b7a4d56125b50cba1","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-254","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-252",358,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbeast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-cover.jpg"]