Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1139

Chapter 1139: Chapter 1139 - Taming the Wall - Automation

Another month quietly slipped by.

Ren had finally received the long-awaited feedback from Selphira regarding his leadership progress, and it had been profoundly and genuinely unexpected.

She had cornered him during one of his subterranean fusion practices, and she hadn’t delivered a single piece of heavy criticism. She also didn’t offer a multi-step political doctrine.

She simply told him, with a strange, amused warmth in her ancient eyes, that he shouldn’t change a single thing. She explicitly ordered him to continue being exactly who he was.

But what had truly thrown him completely off balance was her final, casual decree: he now possessed absolute, unquestionable clearance to drop the "Red Pathfinder" alias and use his real name on the Wall whenever he felt like it. He was granted free rein to manage his designated sector entirely as he saw fit.

She even added that, if he managed to flawlessly automate his sector’s entire defensive grid, he was free to vanish into the outer rings for even longer periods to do whatever he wanted with his time... Just bring someone as support as always.

Apparently, he had somehow passed Selphira’s test with the highest possible marks. Whatever the test was.

He didn’t even know when he had actually taken the test. He didn’t know the grading criteria for "being a great leader", nor did he have the faintest idea what the political consequences of failing it would have been.

But somehow, by blindly fumbling in the dark and obsessively building towers to avoid losing more people, he had accidentally done the exact right thing.

He had spent a long, confused time chewing on that realization.

And because he ultimately still didn’t understand the complex aristocratic logic behind it, he decided to do exactly what he always did with abstract problems that didn’t require immediate, urgent solutions: he left it alone...

He already had a comfortable routine. He genuinely liked his side of the Wall because nobody treated him with suffocating, terrified reverence. He liked that Garret ruthlessly mocked him when he lost at dice so he could ruthlessly win many times after that. He liked that Dunn casually asked him to pass the canteen without bowing first so he could relax while eating. Revealing that he was Ren Patinder, the legendary monster who had crushed a Diamond beast, would instantly shatter that fragile, normal dynamic.

So, he decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t tell a single soul on his side of the Wall.

If some sharp-eyed veteran eventually connected the dots on their own, it wouldn’t matter that much. But Ren absolutely wasn’t going to artificially accelerate that moment just to lose his tiny, peaceful island of normalcy.

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The quiet routine continued.

More massive wooden towers sprouted like deadly weeds, steadily pushing further and further out along the perimeter.

Down in the city underground, Ren’s fusion practice grew vastly cleaner. He was becoming incredibly comfortable with the three-way Hydra. He could sustain the colossal, Platinum-tier mass for extended periods without feeling any crushing weight on his system now. He was learning to meticulously control the violently swirling internal energy with a precision that had seemed entirely impossible just a few weeks ago.

And up on the surface, his deep-zone explorations were finally nearing an end.

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