Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Deals

The first blackened claw scraped against the stone, pulling itself out of the stairwell and descending heavily into the chamber.

Then the second.

Two of the massive, black artifacts slithered forward, surrounding the prisoners in a cage of corrupted limbs.

Then the third.

As the third massive limb cleared the entrance of the stairs without anchoring itself to block the path, Ren felt a microscopic knot loosen in his chest. It wasn’t nearly enough to drop his guard, but it was enough to marginally shift the odds.

If she betrayed them right now, fighting three artifacts in an open room and pushing only three in the stairs, with Sirius backing him up, was a vastly different scenario than fighting two with the same four in the suffocating bottleneck.

"Don’t try to run early," Selthia called out, her voice echoing as if she had plucked the calculation right out of his head. "Really, really gonna keep my word. Just wait. Let the last one come down."

The heavy, grinding scrape of the final artifact echoed through the shaft. As they waited for it to clear, Selthia spoke again.

This time, the quality of her voice changed completely. It was softer. Stripped of its strategic malice, it sounded incredibly small, echoing in the dark.

"Didn’t you ever think about the third option of staying yourself?" she asked. A lingering pause stretched between them. "We would be good company for each other... We’d have all the time in the world to talk about so many things."

Ren let out a long, weary exhale.

"Sorry... I have too many things to do."

"Ah..." The single syllable hung heavy in the damp air.

The final blackened claw slid out of the stairwell, its massive bulk settling onto the floor of the seventh chamber. The dark, narrow path leading up was finally, completely unobstructed.

"Does the offer still stand?" Selthia asked quietly. "The one you made me back down in the tenth chamber?"

Ren took a deep breath... Deep within his chest, his mana core was still visibly burning. It cast a faint, golden halo through his skin.

Sirius fell into step right beside him, his jaw set, trusting the young man’s lead.

Ren looked up into the darkness of the stairwell.

"If you keep your word this time," Ren answered, his voice steady. "Yes."

A bright, sudden laugh bounced off the stone walls.

It was the bright, musical laugh she let out when something genuinely surprised her, the kind of pure, unguarded reaction she couldn’t suppress even if she wanted to.

"It’s a promise, then," she chirped. There was a brief pause, a spark of genuine, wicked humor lighting up her final words. "But oops... You better hurry up, my other mutants are almost here."

Ren stood exactly where he was. Slowly, a grim smile curved across his bloodstained lips.

The stairs could wait just a second longer.

He had listened to Selthia’s warning about her incoming Platinum beasts with the adapted ear of someone who had spent enough time playing her twisted games.

He understood exactly how she weaponized her words. She always offered the truth to be read as is in the mana, but systematically stripped away the crucial details that defined it. She built the shortest possible bridge between a statement and a completely incorrect assumption, letting her victims walk themselves off the edge.

Because, in all their bargaining, Ren had also never actually specified how far his promises extended either.

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