Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1096

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Deals - 2

Ren didn’t deflect the energy; he inhaled it strongly...

The golden light in his chest flared even brighter, shifting from an outward shield to a ravenous, internal furnace. He was deliberately absorbing the lethal corruption to forcefully convert it into the fuel he desperately needed to sustain his shield and his shadow.

He was even burning his final fifteen percent in a way the human body was fundamentally not designed to survive.

"You are risking to permanently cripple your own network just to save a few worthless pawns... That is pure greed!" Selthia sneered. Her voice had dropped from a scream to a freezing threat. She recognized the fatal flaw because it was a flaw she would have done herself. "You are entirely too greedy, Ren... Just like me!"

She pushed harder. The invisible weight of the corruption doubled.

Sirius, caught in the devastating crossfire, collapsed entirely. The corrupted tide slammed into his vulnerable network, violently buckling his knees and sending him crashing into the stone floor.

Yet Ren didn’t let him fall to the dark. He reached out, grabbing Sirius by the shoulder, and brutally forced his own golden energy into the tamer’s chest. He injected a massive surge of pure mana he shouldn’t be able to give away.

Deep within Ren’s soul-space, the small fungus friend violently woke up in pain.

And it screamed into Ren’s mind.

’What are you doing?! The flow is too massive! You are running on less than ten percent baseline mana! We cannot sustain this conversion rate. If we are in this much danger, you need to run! Full speed, right now!’

Ren heard the frantic, desperate logic of his just awakened and confused companion.

He ignored it... He kept pushing.

The shadow sliding across the floor just needed to stretch a few more inches to completely engulf the thrashing prisoners.

On the floor, Sirius felt the blinding surge of Ren’s golden energy flood his veins. His failing body was suddenly, violently hyper-energized. A profound shock rippled through him, immediately followed by a soaring, undeniable respect for the sheer, impossible strength of the determination the boy standing over him had.

But then Sirius looked up and he saw Ren’s face.

The blood wasn’t just trickling anymore. It was a torrential, horrifying flow. Thick, dark crimson poured steadily from Ren’s nostrils. It leaked from his ears and wept from the corners of his eyes, staining his teeth as he gritted them. It was the catastrophic physical failure of a central nervous system being pushed so far past its breaking point that the blood vessels in his skull were simply rupturing.

"Stop!" Sirius roared. He forced himself up, grabbing Ren’s arm with a trembling, vice-like grip. "The prisoners aren’t worth this! You are vastly more important to the future of this world than seven pawns! Prioritize your own life!"

Sirius understood the grim truth of war. Ren was the ultimate weapon against the corruption. To throw away that weapon for seven hostages was a catastrophic tactical failure.

But Ren refused to yield his ideals.

’Just a little more!’

Crack.

The sound didn’t echo in the cavern. It was entirely internal. It was a sickening, metaphysical fracture that vibrated straight through Ren’s soul. It was the sound of an invisible pillar collapsing under an impossible weight, a pillar Ren had subconsciously assumed would always hold because it had never failed him before.

The small fungus ruptured from the pressure and vanished.

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