Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1154

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1154 - Taming the Old World - Myths - 3

It meant that whatever was currently casting that sprawling, suffocating shadow over them absolutely could not be scared away...

It was an entity so overwhelmingly powerful that their only viable survival strategy was to be utterly, perfectly invisible.

Ren swallowed hard, fighting his screaming biological instinct to draw mana. He slowly tilted his head upward.

And when his eyes finally focused, decoding the colossal silhouette blotting out the sun, the icy spike of panic in his chest actually thawed.

He relaxed... Slightly.

It was a Platinum 3 beast.

Logically and biologically, a creature of that catastrophic caliber had absolutely no business hunting in the Gold 3 ring.

Also, maybe funnily for the timing, it existed at that diamond-level-size for the exact same evolutionary reason the gargantuan bird-clouds had achieved their unnatural size: it had made a brutal compromise. It had sacrificed its infinite potential for future growth, entirely abandoning the path to the Diamond rank, in exchange for maximizing its physical and magical parameters to the absolute, ceiling of its current tier, and the only movable ceiling, even if extremely slowly, at that.

It was a creature that had permanently surrendered tomorrow’s rank to become an untouchable god in Platinum rank today.

It was a predator that specifically fed on deep terrors, those buried nightmares to grow bigger.

Periodically, it abandoned its hyper-low-altitude nest to undertake a massive, quarter-world migration to the opposite side of the empty fissure. And unlike ordinary beasts that would slowly suffocate and degrade in the mana-starved atmosphere of the outer rings, this creature possessed a terrifyingly efficient biological workaround.

It didn’t rely on ambient ether.

It ruthlessly harvested the accumulated cores of the deep terrors it hunted, actively storing them inside its body to function as portable energetic batteries. It used them as external fuel tanks, burning the stolen mana to comfortably sustain its massive flight through starved airspace.

Yet, even with that biological advantage, it meticulously avoided the true dead zone, the city that was completely, utterly void of mana. It didn’t execute a perfect, linear crossing. It deliberately flew a massive, sweeping arc, meticulously tracing the outer perimeter of the Iron ring, carefully skirting the absolute worst of the dead air without ever plunging directly into the ’mana abyss’.

Occasionally, during the peak of migration season, the citizens of the sister cities could spot them from the safety of the Wall. They appeared as small black specks gliding through the sky, high above the earth.

The Dragon Storks.

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Understanding exactly what he was looking at, Ren finally, completely relaxed.

A Dragon Stork, no matter how apocalyptic its sprawling shadow felt as it washed over them, was not an active threat. It was simply commuting. It was strictly following its ancient migratory route, after hunting its specific, nightmarish prey, and quietly hoarding its energetic cores.

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