Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 966

Chapter 966: Chapter 966 - Taming Public Image - 2

After Julius and Lin, those who had been holding the inner arena reached Ren first...

His parents, Taro and Liu, whose beasts had specific capabilities that had kept them functional through the sustained defense when others had been forced back, still relatively fresh despite the hours, still clear-eyed in the way that tamers were when they had pushed hard but not past their limits.

Other fighters who had held the inner perimeter and stayed when the outer lines gave ground made their way in from the edges.

The dead mutants covered the ground in every direction.

Moving toward the center required attention to where you placed each foot, which meant the walk itself became a kind of accounting, each body on the ground a reminder that what had happened here in the last several hours was too large to process in a single pass. The mind touched the edges of it and moved on to the next step, and the next, because that was what the situation required.

At least the involuntary pause the mutants had created while converging on the artifact had given the healers a window to work without the pressure of active combat, and the condition of the wounded was considerably better than anyone would have estimated an hour ago.

Injuries that should have required painful and dangerous days were closed. People who had been down were sitting up. It was a fortunate result that didn’t square with the ominous reason it had been made possible, and Julius noted the dissonance without resolving it.

He noticed it in the faces too, as they moved toward the circle the girls had formed around Ren.

Not in the ones who arrived first. Not in the people who knew Ren closely, who had fought beside him, who had the context to read the scene without filling in the blanks with the first available negative interpretation. In those faces there was no ambiguity, only the focused concern of people who already understood the boy they were looking at well enough not to need a story around this ’hostage situation’.

But further back, in the tamers who didn’t share that history, the ones who had been on the outer perimeter and were now moving inward because the immediate danger had passed, he saw it clearly.

The question that nobody was putting into words, because this wasn’t the moment for that, but that was forming anyway the way things form before they become words. In that manner a crowd’s posture changes before anyone in it decides to say anything.

Why had the corruption embraced him?

Why had it given him power, and then released him, and then lowered him to the ground with that careful, almost reverent quality that had nothing corrupted in it, nothing aggressive, nothing consuming... but something that looked uncomfortably close to devotion?

The boy who had broken the two-beast standard.

The boy who knew things no one his age should know, who had neutralized threats that tamers with decades of experience over him hadn’t been able to neutralize... And now this.

The boy standing at the center of something that none of the outer witnesses had a complete picture of, surrounded by the aftermath of something they couldn’t fully explain, set down gently by something that should not have been gentle.

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