Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1147

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147 - Taming the Wall - Approval

Ren filed the brilliant architectural blueprint away in his mind for later review and slow construction. Right now, he needed to finish anchoring this specific foundation while keeping his eyes open for any urgent distress signals.

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When Ren finally finished his new Gold rank work, trudged back up the stone stairs and stepped onto the Southwest parapet, he was immediately met with exactly the sad shift in dynamic he had been dreading.

The soldiers did not casually wander over to greet him back all happy.

There were no massive, spontaneous grins. There was no loud, crude cheering... The warm, gritty, blue-collar like camaraderie he had painstakingly cultivated for months had vanished into thin air.

Every single man on the Wall suddenly stood at rigid attention.

They saluted him with flawless, textbook military precision. And while there was undeniable relief and gratitude swimming in their eyes, beneath that joy lay something profoundly isolating: a thin, palpable layer of terror. It was the deeply uncomfortable, suffocating realization of men who had just discovered that the quiet kid they casually complained to, threw dice with, and mocked for being a rookie at any small and petty chance was, in reality, the absolute, unquestionable sovereign of the entire Southern territory.

He owned the dirt they stood on. He owned the Wall they guarded. He was their ultimate, supreme commander even if not yet by military tag.

Yet being the key point after this attack...

The most clueless grunts, the ones who hadn’t suspected a single, lingering thing about his true identity, were taking it the hardest. They stared at him with wide, panicked eyes, looking exactly as if they had forgotten how to physically breathe or form words in his presence.

Ren let out a long, heavy sigh.

This was exactly, precisely the suffocating awkward nightmare he had been desperately trying to avoid all this time.

But there was absolutely no rolling back the tide now. He stepped forward, raising both of his hands in a frantic, universal gesture of surrender.

"Please, drop the formalities," Ren said, his voice laced with genuine, painful awkwardness. "Just act the exact same way you did yesterday. I used an alias, and I hid my beasts, specifically because I just wanted to be treated like a normal soldier like every one. Nothing has actually changed. I am still just Red..."

He looked around... The desperate plea was almost entirely in vain.

It was glaringly obvious that their brains simply could not downgrade him back to a mortal. The atmosphere remained incredibly dense and suffocatingly awkward. Not a single soldier dared to relax their rigid, vertically terrified posture. They were acutely aware they were standing in the shadow of a walking demigod.

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