Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114 - Taming the Wall - Perfect Plan

Maria and Matilda had finally, mercifully received official authorization to drink the Double-Contract potions. And they hadn’t secured that permission without first enduring many hours of grinding, bitter envy every single time Mayo smugly paraded hers around.

The two other maids had claimed two of the three remaining vials.

On paper, the authorization bore Victor’s official seal, making it look like a highly regulated, formal mandate from the absolute highest tier of government.

In practical reality, the paperwork was nothing more than bureaucratic theater to avoid general nepotism and cronyism talks.

Ren was the commander who had led the vanguard into hell to secure those potions. Therefore, the absolute authority over who drank them belonged to him, and him alone. Victor’s official stamps merely legitimized a decision Ren had already finalized in his head.

Maria and Matilda were endlessly, profoundly grateful to him. Aside from the power, they were mostly just thrilled to finally experience the network for themselves, rather than having to listen to Mayo brag for hours on end about the "psychedelic majesty" of lending her processing power to Ren’s mind.

By networking the maids, the vanguard guards, Wei, and a massive influx of promising youths from various academies that Wei had frantically assembled for this exact occasion, Ren was building a supercomputer. He would have a surplus of human nodes, granting him a massive, cushioned safety margin for the data load that he absolutely hadn’t possessed the first time.

Finch and a few other early adopters were tied up with territorial duties, but the numbers in the castle were more than enough.

The spore-fungus was no longer a Ren’s only fringe anomaly; it was a heavily documented, heavily funded institution.

Its miraculous ability to forcefully carve out a second beast slot at the Gold rank had long ceased to be yet another Ren’s private secret. It was now a dedicated, sprawling field of magical research bearing its own official classification. Driven by Wei’s manic enthusiasm, the professor, now eccentric researcher, had successfully strong-armed several of the Great Houses into heavily financing trials and spore integration across a much wider cross-section of the population.

Ren had used his upgraded, golden spores to systematically alter massive batches of cheap, common gray eggs. By injecting his secondary cradle spores crop, he had elevated those low-tier eggs to a guaranteed, one hundred percent probability of producing an activated spore-fungus upon contracting.

And attached to every single one of those cheap gray eggs was the ultimate, world-altering promise: securing a second combat beast without ever having to burn a priceless, impossibly rare Double-Contract potion.

For many of the new subjects, that promise was still theoretical.

They hadn’t reached the required rank to see it fulfilled yet.

But countless Tamers were signing up and following the grueling methodology anyway. The sheer, overwhelming potential of the reward vastly outweighed the risks.

The only genuine, terrifying obstacle for the masses was the cultivation process itself.

It didn’t reach the maddening threshold of the ten-times-amplified agony that Ren was forced to endure, a curse born from housing the original, primary fungus alongside many more beast slots.

But the golden spores still demanded a brutal toll. They made the standard cultivation process twice as mana hungry, so twice as painful.

And "twice as painful" was a brutal enough metric to leave many tamers weeping on the cultivation room floor as their mana circuits burned.

Even so, there was never a shortage of volunteers. The waiting lists were miles long, filled with candidates literally fighting for the open slots.

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