Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1149

Chapter 1149: Chapter 1149 - Taming the Wall - Glorious General

Garret nodded slowly. He knew that Li and his grandfather Chen were commoners, born without a drop of noble blood, just like him.

And then Li casually added, almost like a passing joke, "Though, honestly, Ren’s house was in even worse shape than mine. It was sitting on a tiny little hill, in the absolute outermost ring of the entire settlement. It was so far out that when they built this new Wall... his small hill actually got left on the outside."

Garret stopped rattling the dice. He blinked, staring at the young man.

"Outside the Wall?"

"Outside the Wall," Li chuckled, shaking his head. "You can actually still see it, if you walk a few minutes further south down the parapet. I’ll show it to you if you want."

Garret immediately demanded to see it. Li led the way.

They walked in silence down the stone walkway toward the southern edge of the sector. Li stopped and pointed out toward the barren, mutant-infested plains side.

There, sitting completely alone in the desolate Red Plains, in territory that now belonged to the monsters, was a small, lonely hill.

"Right there," Li said softly, resting his forearms on the stone crenellations. "That’s where the house was. It burned to the ground years ago. That fire actually ended up being the catalyst for the best change in my entire life."

Li shrugged, a fond smile touching his lips.

"By the time it burned down, Ren wasn’t poor anymore. He bought a nice place closer to the center for his parents. And he didn’t just save his own family; he literally dragged almost all of our neighbors inward to work with him. He bought us all better homes in the inner city. That hill ended up empty after the house went up in flames but I still remember it fondly."

Garret didn’t say a word. He just stood there, gripping the cold stone of the parapet, staring at the barren hill for a very long time.

A General.

The absolute, supreme sovereign of the Southern territory. The terrifying prodigy who casually fired the incinerating light of dragons and read classified castle blueprints like a boring grocery list.

His childhood home had been so incredibly far out in the dirt, so impossibly, brutally poor, that the kingdom hadn’t even bothered to include his old house land inside the defensive perimeter.

The boy had started in the mud. He had started significantly lower than every single soldier who now jokingly called him General. He had started vastly lower than Garret himself.

Staring out at the small hill of earth that humanity had abandoned, something profound and heavy locked permanently into place in the veteran’s chest.

From that day forward, Garret simply could not keep his mouth shut.

He ran his mouth on the night shifts. He ran it in the mess hall. He ran it while holding court over the worn wooden dice tables. He relentlessly, proudly told the story of the lonely, scorched hill sitting outside the Great Wall. He told anyone who would listen about the General who had been born in the absolute last, poorest shack of the outermost slum, a place so utterly destitute that the kingdom hadn’t even bothered to include it inside the defensive perimeter.

Garret told the story with the fierce, protective pride of a man bragging about his own blood. And every single time the veteran recounted the tale, the garrison’s collective reverence for Ren skyrocketed to an entirely new level.

Because it was one thing to blindly admire a high-born prodigy. The grunts were used to aristocratic geniuses descending from the inner castle, armed with their polished vests, their impossibly expensive, cultivated beasts, and the crushing political weight of their ancient family names.

But it was an entirely different, world-shattering realization to discover that their supreme, untouchable General had actually started lower in the dirt than they had and just here in their same wall zone.

He wasn’t a second or third-generation noble casually looking down at them from a towering balcony. He was one of their own.

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