Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061 - Taming the Wall - Preemptive Strike - 7

The runes in the 9th chamber walls were in another category from anything he had encountered, yet again...

Not close to the runes he recognized from his experiments, nor the ones he had studied for years at other ruins, not even the ones he had designed himself for the earrings, the mana array or the bows. These were too layered and too dense and written in a way that the surface layer alone was doing things he couldn’t parse, which meant what was underneath it was likely worse.

He looked at them for the full ten minutes.

It gave him a real headache... But not the headache of mental exhaustion. The headache of a system trying to process an input way above its current capacity.

"Do you understand them?" Liora asked, from where she was recovering.

"No," Ren said, a bit dejected.

She left it at that, which was the correct response for someone who understood what happened when you pushed an obsessive person to keep staring at something that was actively hurting them.

Ren looked at the runes one more moment and let them go. Who he needed to understand this was asleep, waiting for him to bring him to Platinum 1 or for a situation that demanded it urgently enough to wake it before the right time.

This wasn’t that situation. Not worth the risk... Not yet.

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The ninth chamber had no beasts...

Almost no beasts.

There was something at the far end, a faint presence registering near what should be the staircase to the tenth and final chamber.

But the chamber itself was practically empty, which was the largest anomaly they had encountered in the entire ruin. After eight chambers filled to whatever density their respective levels could sustain, encountering this produced a specific discomfort, that of a pattern breaking without visible explanation.

What the ninth chamber had was those ominous runes.

Ren found out finally that they were the same runes over and over... Now that he wasn’t trying to decipher the meaning, he could see the repeated pattern in "small" patches of around 10x10 meters...

Floor to ceiling on every surface and no empty stone visible anywhere, the layers so deep and overlapping that reading the top stratum likely required knowing how many strata existed below it and in what order they had been applied.

This was the kind of work that only obsessive repetition produced; not someone carrying out a design but something like a mad one that had found a pattern and repeated it thousands of times because repetition was how it forced the runes with the sheer stubborn will and by its pure scale to work like it was wanted.

Everything bathed in brilliant purple... The concentrated mana of corruption in its dense form, which made the colors of the chamber behave differently from how colors behaved in normal light.

The walls seemed to breathe.

The group advanced in silence.

The chamber was enormous. More open than any of the previous ones, and nearly empty, and the combination produced a weird tension. Scattered small pieces of what had been beasts, too consumed to be identifiable, marked the floor at intervals.

They reached almost the end. Almost the staircase to the tenth level.

And there they were.

Two.

Just two beasts, each one the size of a three-floor building. Feeding on something that was no longer recognizable as a beast but clearly had been not long before. No wounds visible. No marks of the forced cannibalizing that had defined every earlier chamber. These two had arrived here with enough to evolve without someone to damage them first.

Platinum 3.

Around three hundred tons each.

The right side one lifted its head from the floor and looked at the group with the eyes that beasts had when they had survived long enough for looking at something new to be a calculation rather than a reflex.

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