Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1173

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1173 - Taming the Old World - Eternal Hope

The blast hit the earth before Ren’s boots ever touched the dirt.

When that interwoven beam of lightning and absolute zero struck the vanguard of the horde, several Platinum-tier mutants simply ceased to exist.

They weren’t thrown backward by the impact and they also weren’t wounded... They were cleanly, instantly bisected.

The residual energy of the strike scorched a massive horizontal plane through the battlefield, leaving behind a smoking mess where an impenetrable wall of horrors had stood just a heartbeat ago.

That single, impossible strike echoed across the entire defensive line.

For the very first time since the siege began, the rotting tide physically recoiled.

The entire defensive line felt the shift in atmospheric pressure. The tamers who were barely holding, the four exhausted commanders, the Vanguard elites bleeding out their final reserves, every single one of them watched that divine light shatter the frontline.

Every single survivor watched that divine light shatter the impossible odds. And in that exact second, something fragile and dangerous ignited in their chests.

Hope.

It was the intoxicating brand of hope that only blooms when someone arrives on a hopeless battlefield and proves, with a single devastating strike, that the board can still be flipped.

Ren was here.

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Selphira looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she watched him descend wreathed in an aura of pure, blinding light and glacial cold.

For her, the sheer density of his accumulated power elevated the young man to the realm of almost a nascent demigod, casting a shadow that mirrored the ancient, untouchable majesty of King Dragarion himself.

Yet, in that fleeting microsecond of chaos, surrounded by the stench of ozone and death, the veteran commander’s mind drifted to an entirely unexpected place.

She thought of herself...

She thought of her own mortality.

Selphira had walked this earth for four hundred years. For the vast majority of those centuries, nearly three hundred of them, her face had remained a perfect, unchanging mask of youth untouched by time. One hundred years later and only in the last few decades had the subtle, cruel lines of age finally begun to creep more visibly across her skin, etching history into a face that had been perfectly smooth for generations.

But she had recently bought some of that time back.

Her lifespan was nowhere near its limit. Completing the not long at all for her thousand-day method had forcefully reversed some of the biological damage, smoothing a face that was nearing fifty back into the sharp elegance of her early forties.

It was just one more minor miracle gifted by Ren, a casual restoration of stolen time and faded beauty.

And with the theoretical promise of the ten-thousand-day method hovering in the future, her life expectancy had shattered its previous ceiling.

Yet, possessing this newly restored youth had forced Selphira to confront a deeply unsettling truth about her own psychology.

She was terrified of dying.

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