Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1327

Chapter 1327: Chapter 1327 - Taming the Old World - 25.5 hours

Selthia had already tested several countermeasures against the rogue corpse variable, and each failed skirmish taught her something deeply unsettling.

The first learning was a matter of raw numbers: throwing five Platinum mutants at the abomination was woefully insufficient.

During their initial encounters, the reanimated puppet actually displayed a degree of caution when faced with multiple corrupted enemies. It hesitated to engage a pack head-on because the energy reaction between the two forces was mutually destructive.

The purple corruption aggressively burned the golden hyphae, and the golden network aggressively dissolved the corruption; in a direct physical clash, both sides suffered systemic damage. Because of this volatile chemistry, the puppet initially retreated, preferring to isolate stragglers and fight one-on-one rather than risk being overwhelmed by a group.

However, when Selthia ordered a pack of five Platinums to chase the retreating beast down and secure the kill, they unknowingly crossed into what the entity had claimed as its personal domain.

The entire dynamic shifted in an instant.

It was a general infection.

The golden, luminescent mushrooms had quickly seeded the surrounding terrain. They formed a thick, glowing carpet that multiplied rapidly across the soil, and that golden network reacted to the presence of the purple one.

The golden ether actively neutralized the corrupted mana, just as it did during physical contact with the beast, but now the cancellation effect scaled across the entire environment. The moment Selthia’s Platinums stepped into that glowing zone, they began to weaken rapidly, their internal reserves constantly draining away as they fought against the very air they breathed.

It was an environmental hazard far worse than the Purple Dragon’s innate corruption. Exponentially worse.

Despite all the time, ether, and ancient ruin artifacts Selthia and it had invested in their swarm, her network still could not passively contaminate an environment to this degree. Her mutants carried their own corrupted mana within their bodies, acting as temporary, localized rivers of rot, but they did not permanently infect the soil they walked on.

The only thing that had ever achieved stable, permanent environmental corruption was the massive crystal core buried beneath the capital, and that process had taken decades of slow, agonizing seepage into the mana inversion zone beyond the underground Gold ring.

It had required an eternity and incredibly specific geographical conditions.

This golden abomination required none of that...

This freak could infect the surrounding environment directly, and it did so at a terrifying pace.

It did not require decades of slow seepage.

It was entirely unfair.

Was this invasive network yet another byproduct of that ancient engineer?

Selthia pondered the question, her thoughts swirling in a dark mix of seething anger and something uncomfortably close to bitter envy.

The engineer...

The grand traitor. The man whom the purple dragon, the ancient voice that had promised to return her mother to her, and more recently, promised to reunite her with her father and brother too in a perfect, remade world, over and over again, always spoke of with profound disgust and deep-seated disdain. It was the kind of lingering resentment of an entity remembering a betrayal that still burned fiercely even after centuries.

Had that human actually managed to reverse-engineer the architecture of the purple network and forge a biological grid capable of such aggressive, instantaneous expansion right from its inception?