Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1326

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1326 - Taming the Old World - 51.5 hours

Ren pulled his hand away from the warm metal of the dome, the exhaustion finally catching up to him, and cast his mana perception over the beast pooling energy inside one last time.

He measured the volatile currents with compulsive exactness, running the final calculus in his head.

"Slightly more than fifty hours," Ren said at last, letting out a slow breath. "That is my best estimate for how long it will take that parasite’s energy to reach the critical point."

"I concur with that reading, though prudence dictates we should act by hour forty-nine just to guarantee we stay ahead of the curve," Selphira noted. She had been analyzing the energy currents using her own methods, and Wei gave a firm nod beside her, confirming the timeline through the mushrooms’ sensory network.

Suddenly, Theodore bolted upright on Finch’s shoulder...

The small rodent began waving its front paws in exaggerated, frantic gestures, squeaking directly into the accountant’s ear with the dramatic panic and aggrandized stance of an elite auditor who had just spotted a misplaced decimal point on a final ledger.

Finch let out a long sigh, took the tiny notebook from its little paws, consulted the scribbles, and rolled his eyes toward the sky.

"Theodore says it is not fifty hours," Finch announced flatly. "It is exactly fifty-one and a half hours. According to his specific calculations taken from the same net we are now using, which are, and I quote, ’the only precise mathematics taking place in this entire amateur operation’."

He leveled a deadpan stare at the mouse on his shoulder. "Those are his words, for the record... Since I have the utmost respect for amateur mathematicians!"

Ren could not stop a tired half-smile from touching his lips. "Fifty-one and a half, then. Thank you, Theodore. That gives us a much more precise window to work with."

The mouse offered a crisp, deeply satisfied little bow from its perch.

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Before wrapping up the session in the vault, Ren handed the Fire Ring back to Liora.

"It is yours again," he said, pressing the artifact into her palm. "Keep it safe until I actually need it to rebuild the array with a plan you three can accept."

Liora accepted the artifact without a single word of protest, slipping it back onto her finger as Ren turned to address the rest of the command staff.

"Alright, our work down here is done for the day, so we are shifting immediately to the next phase: the turrets." Ren stretched his back, his joints popping loudly in the quiet ghost city. "I am currently running on fumes. I have kept just enough ether to stay upright and assist with the finer runic details, so I am not going to be able to build the turret grid myself... So I am going to have to give you all a crash course right now."

He pointed toward the containment dome, and then gestured upward, indicating the new, heavily compressed perimeter of the capital on the surface.