Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1080 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - 3

It was only then that Ren noticed the back wall.

The stone was entirely covered in runes. They were the same archaic script he had been reading during the entire descent, but the center housed something fundamentally different. It was a dense, intricately woven node.

After a moment of study, Ren recognized the architecture: it was the exact same design that powered the massive door activation mechanisms, just scaled down drastically.

As he stepped closer, the node reacted.

Matter condensed on the surface of the wall, forming a small crystal. It was circular and strangely flat, feeling more like a textured surface than a three-dimensional object.

He approached it.

He reached out and pressed his fingers against the cool surface.

The small crystal instantly flared to life. An automated scanning sequence triggered again, very similar to the massive door’s protocols, as tight, geometric lines of light washed over Ren’s body, mapping his internal networks.

A sudden beam of light shot from the crystal, striking him dead in the center of his chest.

He didn’t even have time to flinch. But there was no violence in the impact... It carried the precise, deliberate attitude of something that knew exactly where it belonged and used only the absolute minimum force required to get there.

Deep within his internal system, a massive shift occurred. It took Ren a full second to identify the sensation.

The beam hadn’t delivered an attack, nor had it given him another crystal clone. The light had forcefully deposited the real Mantis back into his soul-space. The ruin’s trial was officially completed, and the system was returning the hostage.

The living Mantis, newly settled back into the familiar warmth of Ren’s internal network, immediately flared with confusion. It sensed the clone crystal Ren was still holding in his physical hand.

Through their bond, Ren felt the beast’s bizarre cognitive dissonance. It perceived the clone as something simultaneously deeply familiar and entirely alien. It was the metaphysical equivalent of staring into a mirror and realizing your reflection possessed its own physical texture and weight.

The clone crystal was practically the Mantis’s own crystallized echo. The beast prodded at the sensation with intense, wary curiosity, trying to decide if the thing in Ren’s hand was a piece of itself or a completely different entity.

Ren waited patiently for the Mantis to finish processing the existential shock, which took considerably longer than he expected, before finally storing the clone crystal away in the Wolverine’s spatial storage, right alongside the rest of their hard-won materials.

"Rest for a bit," he announced to the group.

It wasn’t a tactical command. It was the quiet request of a man who knew the next step required absolute, surgical concentration, and concentration demanded silence. "I need to work on this."

He withdrew Sirius’s core once more.

Sitting down, he initiated the purification process. Doing this in a state of rest, without the deafening roar of combat or the chaotic pressure of the crystal inner space, was a profoundly different experience.

But it was also agonizingly slow...

The remaining thirty percent of the corruption wasn’t fighting him with blind rage anymore; it was fighting him with familiarity. The dark energy had rooted itself into the specific, intricate pathways of Sirius’s beast system. Tearing it out without damaging the host required microscopic precision.

Around him, the group settled down. They collapsed with the specific, heavy grace of seasoned fighters who have just survived a nightmare and have been granted temporary permission to stop anticipating the next blow.

The guards paired off. Liora slumped heavily against a wall right next to Lin. Lin, true to form, sat perfectly rigid, having selected her resting spot with the exact same scrutiny she applied to a battlefield.

And Mayo... Mayo had hopped up onto the most central pedestal. It was clearly a sacred altar meant for ancient relics, entirely unsuited for sitting, but Mayo had unilaterally decided it was her chair now. She sat cross-legged, casually inspecting the silver egg.

Half an hour bled by.

The core in Ren’s hands yielded another agonizing five percent. Twenty five percent remained.

It was taking an eternity. But it was fine...

They could afford to keep resting, slowly replenishing their shattered mana reserves for the long climb back to the surface. The current pace was manageable, provided the conditions in the ruins remained exactly as they were.

Then, the conditions changed.

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