Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: Chapter 1024 - Taming Impossible Puzzles - End

Packing wasn’t complicated.

Ren did it using the Wolverine’s extended space with enough practice behind him that the process ran almost automatically while he thought about other things.

The materials he had accumulated. The documents Julius had insisted on delivering in person, which carried a political weight Ren was still processing in the background. The few personal items he had taken out to work through, process and cultivate in the recovery room, which now returned to their organized places in the beast’s space. All of it went in without needing his full attention, which was convenient because his full attention was occupied with a problem that had no dimensional storage solution. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Min appeared in the doorway with the naturalness of someone who hadn’t knocked because knocking would have been admitting he might not have been welcome.

"So what are you going to do?"

Ren tensed.

Not visibly. But Min had known him long enough to catch the fraction of a second too long before he answered.

"Visit all the known ruins," said Ren, without stopping the sorting. "Get the materials I’ll need to make the runes that aren’t on the market. See how far I can push in the Platinum ring now that my beasts are stronger. Look at how corruption has been affecting different surface and underground zones."

Min laughed.

Ren looked at him confused.

"So you’re running from them," said Min. "I didn’t expect that from you."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have important things to do and..."

"Yes," said Min, nodding with the gravity of someone taking something extremely seriously that they were not taking seriously at all. "Very important things. Like the problem of the three female dragons who are going to tear you apart when they find you."

He laughed again.

Ren closed the Wolverine’s dimensional space, dropped onto the bed face-up, and stared at the ceiling with the expression of someone who had concluded that the ceiling was the only element of the room with no opinions about his life.

Min came over and sat on the edge of the bed with the energy of someone who was going to enjoy this conversation and wasn’t bothering to hide it.

"Why don’t you just face them at once? You could probably defeat all three of them together if it were a combat exam..."

Ren looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"I know you’re not Roran," said Min, before Ren could respond. "But I think you have a genuinely good opportunity here to accomplish something he could only dream of."

"Min..."

"Tell me."

Ren exhaled.

"Honestly," he said, with the voice of someone being more truthful than he had planned to be because the alternative was sustained discomfort indefinitely, "it’s not that I don’t understand Roran. The instinct exists in me too... I have a big curiosity about those things, obviously." A pause. "But I can’t stop feeling embarrassed just thinking about something like this. And even less do I want to imagine the consequences of suggesting it, having them look at me with contempt and never speak to me again."

Min laughed with that laugh of someone constructing a very vivid mental image.

"Yes," he said. "I can picture that clearly."

"That doesn’t help me at all..."

"Look, that would be the result if I asked for something like that." Min waved a hand. "You’re different. If you stand in front of them and tell them honestly that you don’t want to choose, maybe they even offer options, or at least give you time."

A pause.

"Which would mean you don’t have to run and have them hunt you down to kill you and divide your remains equally."

Ren looked at the ceiling again.

"I was also thinking that," he admitted. "The talk about running was just... I’d like to procrastinate a little longer." He muttered something that sounded like curses to several past Rens, in an unfavorable tone. "I don’t want to be the last Ren of the future who inherits the obligation of resolving all these unresolved things from his past selves."

Min nodded with the performative gravity of someone who understood the weight of the situation and also found it very entertaining.

"I’m going back to the academy normally," said Min, standing up. "I’ll ask to join Zhao’s group. Taro and the others will be there." He looked at Ren. "When you come back, I hope you’ll join us... Good luck."

Ren nodded.

Min walked to the door.

Opened it.

"I’ve held him up long enough," he said, toward the corridor.

All three of them took their mantles off and came in.

From the corridor behind them, Mayo gave Min’s hand a high five with the energy of someone completing a successful mission. "Good work," she said.

Min smiled.

’Traitor!,’ thought Ren, loudly enough for the thought to be heard in his face.

He sat up on the bed.

Looked at all three of them and swallowed with some difficulty.

He remembered his mother. ’Stand tall and firm.’

He remembered his father. ’You’ve been warned about the consequences.’

He remembered Min. ’They’ll give you time if you’re honest.’

He breathed deeply.

Got to his feet.

Raised his gaze with the composure of someone who had made a decision and was going to execute it.

Then he went slightly red thinking about Roran.

But he cleared his throat. Pressed his fist against his mouth for a moment. Then exhaled one last time and asked, in the most neutral voice he could construct with the time available:

"H-how can I help you?"

"We came to put all things on the table," said Larissa, with the ease of someone who had prepared this. "So this doesn’t keep moving forward without order or any kind of rules."

Ren swallowed. "What do you mean by ’this’?"

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