Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132 - Taming the Wall - Triumphant Return

It only took Ren forty-eight additional hours to recover and free Lyzea from her crystal prison.

The physical execution of the spell wasn’t the big hurdle anymore. Having successfully navigated the process with Sirius and Lykea, Ren’s mastery over the biological mapping was absolute. The terrifying complexity of the magic had simply become a mechanical routine with the new extra knowledge.

Now, the genuine struggle was no longer how to execute the spell, but when he could afford to do it.

Managing a monumental, world-altering power became an agonizing logistical nightmare when that power was finite.

His mind was overflowing. There was so much he desperately needed to practice: the molding of raw crystal, stabilizing the volatile three-way beast fusion, and decoding the radical new cultivation techniques.

The downloaded map of the eighteen global ruins also heavily implied there was still one undiscovered vault lurking somewhere in Yano Gold 3 territory. There was simply too much to do, and a pathetically small reservoir of time to distribute among the tasks.

Every single drop of mana he burned on a resurrection was energy actively stolen from others or his own progression. For the very first time, Ren was truly, viscerally feeling the crushing, isolating weight of being the only human on earth capable of performing these miracles.

But this time, pushing through the agonizing exhaustion was undeniably worth it... Because Luna and Lykea welcomed the aunt back into the world of the living with open arms.

And Lyzea, the widow of the traitorous Orion Starweaver, turned out to be vastly simpler to manage than anyone in the room had anticipated.

There was also absolutely no screaming, no drama.

When they gently sat her down and carefully explained the brutal history of the last few years, Orion’s violent coup, his catastrophic downfall, his death, and the sheer length of time she had spent frozen as a statue, Lyzea did not break down.

She didn’t weep at all for the husband who had manipulated her into becoming a living sacrifice for his own megalomania.

In fact, as the hours ticked by, a profound physical transformation overtook her.

The rigid, perfect posture of an aristocratic wife slowly began to melt. Her shoulders, which had been locked in a state of permanent, defensive tension for decades, finally dropped. She let out a long, shuddering breath, looking exactly like a woman who had carried a crushing boulder on her back for so long that she had forgotten it was there, only to suddenly have it lifted away.

Lyzea was not a malicious person... She was simply a woman cursed with an agonizingly strong sense of duty.

She had executed Orion’s every command without a single whisper of protest. She hadn’t done it out of profound, blinding love, nor out of paralyzing fear. She had done it because she genuinely believed it was her inherent place in the universe.

It was the exact psychological conditioning drilled into her from childhood: the high-house wife supports, the wife obeys, the wife absolutely never questions the ambitions of the man leading the house.

It was a suffocating, iron-clad script she had been handed from almost the day she was born, and she had recited every single line flawlessly throughout her entire adult life.

But now Orion was gone...

The suffocating obligation was dead. The manipulative aristocrats who had relentlessly pushed her into that subservient position no longer held a shred of actual power over her; the Night Faction was currently nothing more than a crumbling sandcastle entirely absorbed by Luna.

For Lyzea, it was, in the most literal, breathtaking sense of the word... Liberating.

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