Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Link-up Inference

Lin was already on her feet, planted squarely at the base of the stairs in her combat stance. She merely shifted her eyes, catching him in her peripheral vision.

"I still have some residual fusion energy left over from the last battle," she said. She didn’t turn her head away from the dark shaft. "I can buy you exactly five more minutes."

Ren couldn’t find the breath to answer.

Lin let out a small sigh.

"Ever since I met you, you’ve shown me an endless string of miracles," Lin said. She didn’t add any emotional emphasis, because in her mind, adding drama would only subtract from the absolute weight of the truth. "I stopped believing anything was impossible for you a long time ago."

A beat of heavy silence.

"So tell me... is it possible, or is it not?"

Ren kept his head buried in his hands, his fingers digging into his scalp. He was desperately, frantically searching his mental inventory for a solution, a shortcut, a hidden reserve, anything...

A few feet away, Liora was gnawing on her fingers. Her eyes darted wildly between Ren and the stairs. It was the frantic, consuming anxiety of someone who now possesses zero means to help, and knows their own helplessness is only making the tension worse.

Mayo let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Miracles have levels, Lin," Mayo drawled, her tone dripping with the forced casualness of someone saying something they’d really rather not say. "The situation is screwed up enough without you breathing down his neck."

She glanced over at Liora, then down at her own self.

"Besides, we non doubles are the useless ones to even make time at this point. We have zero energy left, and our baseline power against these ancient artifacts is basically zero. We’re dead weight in a straight fight right now." She paused, her mouth twisting into a dark, self-deprecating smirk. "Honestly? He probably should have brought Taro and Min down here instead of deadbeats like us... It’s not his fault not being god."

Mayo had branded herself ’useless’ entirely as a joke. It was a calculated attempt to throw herself under the bus to lighten the crushing psychological weight pressing down on Ren’s shoulders.

But hearing her say it, hearing that they couldn’t do anything, triggered something.

A spark caught fire in Ren’s exhausted mind.

It wasn’t a slow realization. It was a violent, blinding flash of connection, the exact moment two wildly disparate puzzle pieces finally slam together to reveal the picture.

"Maybe it is possible!"

Ren vaulted off the floor, his previous exhaustion obliterated by a sudden, manic surge of adrenaline. "Forget Julius’ permission and take the potions! Right now!"

Mayo stared at him. The self-deprecating smirk vanished, replaced by genuine concern.

"You mean the Double-Contract potions on the pedestals?" Mayo’s expression tightened, clearly evaluating whether the sheer stress of the situation had finally shattered his sanity.

"You said it yourself a bit ago, Mayo. You’d all be infected by my spores. And that is exactly what I need!"

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