Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1029

Chapter 1029: Chapter 1029 - Taming the Future

Day two thousand five hundred. Three weeks left before Ren’s academic life ended.

He walked the main corridor of the academy with his mind at that specific point in the future and his feet in the present, which was a combination that let his mana escape a little and produced the kind of walk that people who didn’t know him well described as "presence" but that was actually just Ren thinking about several things simultaneously without having consciously decided what to do with his face, which had settled, without his input, into serious eyes and a slight narrowing that the ambient mana around him was making considerably more severe than intended.

Three weeks also until the formal betrothal announcement, before joining the wall army for a few more years.

Three weeks during which he still needed to finish determining whether his new control over crystallization had reached the point where Sirius’s system could receive the intervention required to bring it back, or whether he was going to have to accept that ’Mooshito’ at Gold 3, arriving in about three months, was the threshold he was still missing, and that the announcement was going to precede that capacity by a margin he hoped was not too dramatic to make him feel insecure.

He wanted to give himself the benefit of the doubt. He had, after all, brought down a Diamond-rank dragon. With help, yes, but down.

The fourth dragon had gone reasonably well.

It was enormous, and resistant proportional to its size in both directions, more mass meant more surface for the attacks to cover, more regeneration capacity drawing from the mountain it was connected to, more raw volume of health that had to be depleted before the engagement resolved.

The time it took had surprised everyone, despite the fact that they had always held the advantage in rate of fire and had known from the beginning they had everything needed to win. The pure scale of the regeneration on a body that large was a variable none of them had fully modeled in advance.

Dragarion taking down 3 of these alone was genuinely something else...

The dragon had taken longer than expected, but the defense they maintained had been sufficient for the group to return without serious injuries, which was the correct measure of "went well" in that context.

The outcome was good and they also had arrived back on time to avoid tragedy.

Ren’s beasts Ranks now stood at: dormant Mooshito at Gold 2, the Hydra at Gold 2, the Wolverine at Gold 2, and the Mantis at Silver 3. In power he had surpassed the general capabilities of both Selphira and Victor, a threshold that three years ago would have seemed aspirational in the most generous reading.

His fusion of two Gold 2 beasts wasn’t individually more powerful than their Gold 2 and Gold 3 combinations, but the advantage of having more than two beasts in the configuration ultimately pushed his totals past theirs in the categories that compounded.

Still, the distance between where he was and where he needed to be for the next stage was visible and concrete. Two Gold 3 beasts weren’t going to be enough to approach what Dragarion had been able to do with two Platinum beasts in fusion. The gap was real and the path to closing it required time that couldn’t be compressed.

The three-way fusion was still a theory... Maybe having his 3 secondary beasts at Gold was enough?

Mooshito at Gold 3 might be the bridge between the theory and the practice, but Mooshito at Gold 3 would arrive when it arrived and not before.

Ren accelerated his pace slightly without noticing.

Liu’s hand landed on his shoulder from the side.

"Brother."

Ren didn’t slow down.

"Brother." Liu matched the pace with the ease of someone who had spent enough years alongside Ren to have calibrated exactly which walking speed corresponded to which mental state, the fast, distracted one being among the more recognizable entries in the catalog. "You’re frightening the younger years..."

Ren looked ahead.

Then looked to the sides.

The corridor, which under normal conditions had the standard circulation of an academy with several hundred students moving between classes, currently had a specific geometry: two lines of people flattened against the walls at the angle that living beings produced when something their nervous system had classified as dangerous was occupying the center of a corridor they needed to cross.

The first and second years had the expression of people who had received information through their nervous systems before their minds had finished processing it with the body responding before the interpretation caught up.

The third, fourth, and fifth years had the expression of people who already knew what they were looking at and had decided the wall was a reasonable position.

Some female students of various years had expressions that didn’t fit neatly into the "frightened" category, reactions that were more accurately described as fast breathing close to hyperventilating, or what appeared to be sudden intense warmth and red faces that had nothing to do with the ambient temperature.

Liu raised one eyebrow.

Ren exhaled.

"You’re right," he said. He relaxed his gaze and reduced his pace to something the younger generations’ nervous systems could interpret as "notable VIP walking" rather than "primordial mana-meteorological event with unknown intentions".

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