Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1091

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Deals - 3

Just a few seconds earlier, in that microscopic window of time when the violet pulse of corruption first struck Ren, before the young man had even begun to fight it back, Sirius had been watching him with worry.

And in that briefest of moments, Sirius finally saw it.

At a thought speed several times faster than a normal person thanks to his tamer’s level, before the shockwave of corrupted energy finally reached him.

The memory washed over him with the crisp clarity of an event that, to his own internal clock, had occurred mere hours ago. He saw the stubborn, fiercely arrogant thirteen-year-old boy on his path to the ruins. He remembered that boy being tainted by this exact same corrupted energy, weaponizing it, riding the surge of his own rage in a way Sirius had deemed recklessly dangerous.

Was it the same boy?

The question paralyzed him before his mind could even fully articulate it. Because if this now more terrifyingly powerful young man standing before him was the same arrogant child... it meant years.

Years... Frozen in solid crystal form.

His conscious mind violently rejected the concept, but the deeper, instinctual part of his brain, the part that had been quietly collecting the puzzle pieces since he woke up, had already assembled the grim picture. The sharp angle of the jaw. The familiar, unyielding defiance in the eyes.

It was Ren.

And if this was the same Ren, the threat he currently posed was on an entirely different scale than the one Sirius had calculated during their brief skirmish in the forest.

If this boy decided to turn on him right now with that seemingly unlimited corrupted energy feeding his rage, could Sirius even hope to stop him?

The answer was a terrifying, absolute no.

But Sirius didn’t have another second to process the existential dread.

Because the shockwave of corruption finally slammed into him.

He felt it intimately, experiencing firsthand the exact same corrupted tide he had watched Ren wield and resist hours prior. But it didn’t strike like a painful hit... It arrived as a sweet, intoxicating whisper.

It was the seductive invitation of boundless, liberating power. It washed through his veins, offering to strip away the heavy, suffocating limits he had spent his entire life respecting. It promised him the freedom to mold reality, to warp his own flesh, to push his beast fusions infinitely past their normal points.

It wasn’t the agonizing burning he had anticipated... It was warm.

It was EUPHORIC!

But Sirius Starweaver was a man defined by his boundaries. He would not bow to a cheap, narcotic temptation.

He violently rejected it. He slammed his mental defenses shut.

And the backlash was catastrophic.

The euphoria instantly shattered, replaced by an agony so intense and unexpected it nearly ripped a scream from his lungs. His nervous system lit up like it was submerged in boiling acid. He didn’t drop immediately; he fought the collapse millimeter by agonizing millimeter, his muscles locking in a desperate war against breaking from the effort.

His knee eventually hit the stone floor. But even as he fell, his eyes remained locked on the only thing in the room that made sense to look at: Ren.

Ren was caught in the exact same necrotic crossfire, yet he was barely flinching.

Through his own blurred, pain-filled vision, Sirius watched the young man simply clench his fists. He watched Ren’s breathing slow, becoming deep and rhythmic. In a matter of seconds, Ren violently reversed the infection. He forced the purple veins to retreat, restoring his internal network to perfect equilibrium with a cold, terrifying level of control.

Sirius, currently drowning in his own failing biology, couldn’t even fathom the astronomical willpower required to execute a purge like that mid-combat, still keeping the wind flow against the enemy.

A bitter taste flooded Sirius’s mouth. He had been instantly, effortlessly humiliated by the one person he least expected. He had defeated and judged this boy so harshly for what he felt not long ago. He had lacked even a shred of empathy for the burden the kid carried while affected by this curse, writing him off as a dangerous liability.

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut. His knee ground into the stone.

A guttural, ragged roar tore its way out of his throat.

It wasn’t a choice...

It was the raw, biological failure of a body being invaded at the mana level, the phantom pain completely overwhelming his ability to suffer in silence.

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