Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1233

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1233 - Taming the Old World - Still Leading

Consequently, Ren settled on an intermediate protocol to save some stress.

He would proactively deny Moosh any absolute administrative access to his mind or memories whenever the exhausted beast finally woke up from its coma... Just some segmented access with the same excuse of hiding any private matters with the girls.

This was absolutely not an accusation, nor was it intended as a punishment; it was a necessary precaution. Ren would firmly close that specific, vulnerable sector of their ethereal tether, the deep connection that allowed the mushroom to casually read his most intimate, unfiltered thoughts whenever it wanted to catch up on current events.

He would maintain this mental firewall at least until the hypothetical day they finally breached the third vault and he could listen to the rest of the engineer’s encrypted briefing.

Furthermore, there was a brilliant, built-in diagnostic test embedded within this precaution.

If Mooshito ever explicitly requested the Seed Fusion Potion in the future, Ren would instantly recognize the concealed, parasitic intent. The ancient engineer’s warning effectively served as a lie detector; any sudden, uncharacteristic interest the mushroom displayed in that specific upgrade would be a glaring, undeniable red flag.

Even so, a sharp, suffocating ache tightened Ren’s chest just contemplating the scenario.

He desperately did not want to believe that Moosh had been deceiving him for all this time. Perhaps the reality was vastly more complex than the engineer had managed to convey in a rushed, heavily monitored broadcast. Perhaps the golden mushroom was completely ignorant of the apocalyptic programming buried deep within its own code; perhaps the ultimate betrayal was not a conscious, malicious decision, but a latent, overriding biological mechanism, something that triggered entirely without the creature’s consent.

There were simply far too many crucial pieces missing from the board.

Ren deliberately chose to shelve the crisis. He would carefully archive the agonizing doubt, refusing to actively feed the paranoia.

He would patiently wait for the day, assuming they survived long enough to see it, when he finally stood inside the chamber of the third vault and could listen to the complete, unredacted truth.

Until that moment arrived, he would maintain a wall of silent, ironclad precaution, and absolutely nothing more.

For now, there were far more pressing matters demanding his focus...

Two sovereign dragons remained on the board, holding their respective cores and rings. The monstrous entity trapped within the star-prison was relentlessly clawing its way to freedom. His own mana-biological system was only partially recovered. And the world, ultimately, lacked the basic courtesy to pause while Ren processed a profound existential crisis regarding his supposed lifelong companion.

Ren swept his gaze across the silent chamber of the newly claimed first sanctuary, reflecting on a specific phrase the ancient engineer had casually dropped in the recording.

He had referred to this half of the divided world as a prison.

Ren absolutely did not share that sentiment.

This was his home.

He possessed zero concrete intelligence regarding what lay on the other side of the planetary divide, past the blinding rift of light, in the territories he only recognized from ancient murals and hypotheses. But here, on this specific side of the chasm, he had everything that truly mattered.

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