Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 989

Chapter 989: Chapter 989 - Taming Bargains - 5

Orion let the last trace of ’cordiality’ go...

"How touching," he said. The tone was new, something designed to find the specific place where it would cut cleanest. "The plebeian monster is in love with my niece."

The crystals in his hand pulsed.

"And what exactly do you offer her if you want to ruin that good marriage chance? Unknown origins? A family of provincial tamers carrying a name that nobody recognizes? This power you can neither explain nor control?"

"She is a Starweaver! She carries the blood of one of the oldest families in this kingdom. And what you’re offering her is..." he touched his hair, then tapped his temple with the air of someone thinking very hard about nothing, "...Nothing once you bestow me that scroll of paper, you have nothing left."

The veins along Ren’s neck darkened another degree.

"My family is...!"

Orion didn’t let him finish. He pressed faster, because momentum was the point.

"Your family?" The cadence of someone who knows they’re pressing exactly where they want to press. "What are they? A pair of useless nobodies from a province nobody names... What does your family even do? Sure to do with licking the crown boots, but not something that justifies their son believing himself worthy of..."

The energy around Ren broke.

Not outward... But the air in the space around the boy changed, perceptible to every person in the hall at the same moment, those with sensibility and those without, those with mana vision and those without, because this kind of change didn’t require special sensitivity to register.

The kind of thing that made the back of the neck aware of itself.

The black veins climbed his neck and reached his jaw.

Orion looked at him and saw exactly what he had spent the last two minutes constructing conditions to see.

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What Orion saw looking back at him was a beast.

The thing near Ren’s nucleus that had been sitting quiet and contained since he woke had responded to the only reliable trigger corruption had always responded to: the emotional state of its host, rising with his anger, taking advantage of the gap in the nucleus that the mushroom had run out of energy to close before it passed out from the effort of waking him at all.

Orion needed to eliminate him. That was the calculation completed, not in this moment, not as a reaction to the anger or the energy, but as the conclusion of a longer analysis that had been running since the recognition list was read.

The fifth-year student who had restructured the beast cultivation landscape of the entire kingdom by sharing knowledge he should have guarded jealously with both hands.

Who had taken techniques developed through his own growth and handed them freely to the people around him, not as strategy, not as alliance-building, but with the dumb generosity of someone who didn’t understand scarcity as a tool or strategy.

Who had changed what the next generation of tamers was capable of not through competition or exclusion but through the opposite, through making everyone stronger, more capable, harder to rule by conventional means.

The threat was not only what he had now. The threat was the trajectory, the growth curve of something without a visible ceiling that was also, somehow, raising the ceiling for everything around it.

A power like that, given a decade to mature, would not be an obstacle. It would be an impossibility.

’Self-defense, in front of witnesses. The coliseum should still be fresh in everyone’s mind.’

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