Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113 - Taming the Wall - Rest - 2

Getting the little fungus back was absolutely everything Ren had needed.

With the tiny entity safely anchored back in its rightful corner of his mana system-space, reactive, humming with that quiet, steady presence Ren only ever realized he missed when it was violently ripped away, his entire internal world reorganized itself.

The intricate mana channels that had sputtered and ground against each other during the escape, operating with the agonizing friction of a machine missing a vital gear, seamlessly clicked back into place.

Instantly, his monstrous regeneration kicked in. It was a terrifying, unnatural advantage that fundamentally separated Ren from any conventional Tamer. His mana went into overdrive, rapidly repairing the microscopic internal damage at a blistering speed that no common healer could ever hope to replicate.

It didn’t even take him a full twenty-four hours to return to his absolute one hundred percent.

In fact, the only reason he remained confined to the mattress until the following morning was the girls. They were suffocatingly worried, and they absolutely refused to let him stand up.

Every single time he shifted his weight or tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, they intercepted him with a fiercely coordinated insistence, gently but firmly pushing him back into the pillows.

And Ren, even though it made his cheeks burn just to admit it in the privacy of his own mind, had to accept that being pampered all day wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

It was all in the small details. Liora’s hand gently smoothing out a wrinkle in his blanket for absolutely no reason. Larissa quietly anticipating his needs, placing a glass of water on the nightstand right before he even realized he was thirsty. Luna sitting close by the window, pretending to be deeply engrossed in a book, but immediately snapping her eyes up the second his breathing hitched or he shifted his weight.

It was profoundly embarrassing to let himself be coddled like this.

But it wasn’t unpleasant... It wasn’t unpleasant at all.

His parents practically crushed the breath out of him when he finally managed to stand up and convince them he was fully healed.

Fern threw her arms around his neck first. She held him with the terrifying, bone-deep strength of a mother who had spent the previous two days holding her breath, waiting to see if her son was ever going to open his eyes again. She only let go when Reed gently placed a heavy, calloused hand on her shoulder, quietly reminding her that the boy still needed oxygen to live.

Reed pulled them both into a softer, briefer embrace. He didn’t offer a grand speech. He just told him to try not to worry his mom too much and gave Ren a firm, solid pat on the back, a gesture that perfectly articulated everything the gentle man couldn’t bring himself to say out loud in front of a room full of eyes.

They all knew the reality of the Wall with the daily attacks from outside, but knew Ren was not in danger there. After this brief respite, Ren would inevitably have to return to that Wall. So, his parents headed back home.

They were still wrapped in a lingering layer of worry, but the crushing panic had subsided now that they had seen him walking and breathing just fine.

Currently, Fern and Reed were shouldering part of the monumental task of managing the sprawling Patinder territory, the massive expanse of land formerly known as Goldcrest. They weren’t doing it alone; Arturo’s administration, alongside Selphira and Julius’s veteran staff, provided a massive structural safety net.

Thanks to that support, the political responsibility wasn’t entirely crushing, but governing a territory wasn’t exactly something they had been born to do. The learning curve was vertical and grueling.

Surprisingly, Klein had emerged as one of their most invaluable assets.

As a child, Klein had received the rigorous, foundational education required to eventually rule his former territory. It was the residual scaffolding of an aristocratic life he had never actually gotten to live. But that suppressed knowledge was blooming now. He understood the geographical and political nuances of the zone well enough to anticipate logistical nightmares long before they materialized.

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