Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097: Chapter 1097 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Deals - 3

Ren was utterly destroyed...

He was barely clinging to consciousness, operating strictly on the phantom fumes of a burnt-out core, yet he was still meticulously circulating the most complex containment and recovery runes he had learned.

He was running on autopilot, but it was the terrifying, hyper-competent autopilot forged from years of surviving brutal mana filling and depletion in the harshest cultivation imaginable. The part of his brain responsible for deliberate, conscious thought had almost shut down to conserve energy. What remained was pure survival instinct, forcing the runes to work in his battered circuits.

He had exactly one percent of his energy left. That tiny, flickering ember absolutely could not be allowed to die.

If his core flatlined, the Wolverine would instantly violently expel its non mana contents. Living beings that weren’t born of mana; the spatial stomach couldn’t hold them without a Tamer’s active suppression. If the shadow spell broke, the nine crucial members of his vanguard and very important people to him, along with the two prisoners he had managed to snatch back, would be violently vomited onto the cold stone at the absolute worst possible moment.

So, he kept the runes spinning, he ignored the crushing weight in his skull and he fought the black fog creeping relentlessly into the edges of his vision.

Still fighting...

Even though Sirius had to support most of his weight while they climbed the stairs to the sixth chamber, then almost all of it in the fifth, then all of it in the fourth.

From the abyss below, the sounds of a promise of pursuit echoed upward.

It was the sickening, grinding noise of the colossal claws repositioning themselves. It was a terrifying cacophony of objects far too massive trying to fastly reorganize within a space too narrow to comfortably contain them.

It was the heavy, scraping prelude to a hunt. They were preparing to climb.

But then, cutting through the grinding stone and shifting meat, came a scream.

It erupted from the exact same depths as the claws. It didn’t sound like the roar of a predator; it was the intense, unhinged screech of someone who had just looked down at their winning hand and realized the cards had been set on fire.

’What? But she had been laughing just a moment ago...’

Through the haze of his failing mind, Ren couldn’t understand it. The scream left the mana in the air laced with a venomous, bitter resentment that simply didn’t make sense.

In the grand tactical balance, Selthia had won the exchange. She had secured the wind-aspected guardian egg, a terrifyingly problematic prize that Ren simply hadn’t possessed the time or strength to steal back. She had also secured the five remaining prisoners...

Yes, Ren’s group was escaping with Sirius, the double-contract potions, tons of crystals and the priceless artifacts from the lower vaults. That was a massive victory for humanity. But considering the reality-warping illusions that silver egg could eventually spawn, Selthia still held the ultimate tactical advantage.

She had gotten what mattered most to her...

There was absolutely no logical reason for her to be screaming in genuine anguish when, just seconds ago, she had been gleefully mocking Ren for his greed.

What Ren’s fading consciousness simply couldn’t comprehend yet was what had happened in the dark.

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