Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1334

Chapter 1334: Chapter 1334 - Taming the Old World - Seconds - 2

Convincing the girls had been a complex undertaking.

Yet, Ren had ultimately succeeded by presenting them with the only mathematically viable route, backed by highly specific calculations. To make the grim reality easier for the command staff to swallow, those calculations had been meticulously double-checked by Arturo and Theodore, the accountant mouse whose numerical precision somehow outstripped every seasoned strategist in the room.

The reasoning behind the suicidal maneuver broke down into a sequence of cold, undeniable facts.

First, they established that a single barrage simply lacked the needed power required to neutralize the threat in one go. In its fully upgraded form, possessing a physical mass equivalent to six guardians and armed with stolen primordial cores, the half-mechanical beast could shrug off any single strike Ren could chamber, even if he pushed his channels to their absolute breaking point in his current level.

Engaging in a straightforward brawl and hoping for a quick execution was definitively ruled out.

Second, attempting a clean reconstruction of the runic prison was also too slow.

The very millisecond Ren cracked the cage open to begin the restructuring, the parasite would instantly reclaim its severed connection to the surface network. Flooded with power, it would shatter the compromised bedrock floor and plunge into the deeper vaults long before the first runic node was properly anchored.

Winning a pure reconstruction race on its own was also impossible.

They faced two distinct options, and both pathways led directly to an apocalyptic failure.

Unless, of course, they executed both options simultaneously.

That was the foundation of the true operation...

They would neither fight a clean brawl nor attempt a clean reconstruction.

They would perform both tasks at the exact same time, using the inherent strengths of one maneuver to perfectly cover the glaring vulnerabilities of the other.

The barrage would serve as an elaborate feint. It was a massive, flashy distraction designed specifically to keep the mechanical dragon entirely still and occupied.

Ren needed the beast completely convinced that he had foolishly chosen open combat, which was undoubtedly the option the arrogant entity held the least respect for. While the parasite focused on absorbing the strike and reveling in its assumed superiority, the actual operation, the meticulous weaving of the hexagonal containment array, would unfold simultaneously, perfectly hidden behind the blinding spectacle of the offensive.

The dragon would endure the blast, smugly certain of its impending victory. And while it anchored its indestructible limbs to weather the storm, savoring what it believed was an inevitable triumph, Mooshito would be asked to silently weave the six-point matrix right behind its back. The beast would never realize that the battle it believed it was winning was actually the very trap designed to stop it for a long time again, now much longer.

Operating under that logic, Ren did not even need to channel a genuinely lethal strike. He only needed to muster just enough power to make the distraction feel threateningly realistic.

However, executing the dual-layered plan was not quite that simple.

Ren had learned the strict limits of his own biology through blood, shattered bones, and crystallized flesh.