Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 -377 – Taming Trails – 6

Lin covered her mouth with one hand, clearly struggling to contain her amusement at watching the agent writhe as he tried to reach his back with his enormous scorpion arms.

The transformed limbs, designed for crushing and tearing, proved utterly inadequate for the simple task of reaching behind himself.

“What’s so funny?” he snarled, spinning to include Ren in his threatening glare.

His voice carried the distortion of his dual transformation, but beneath the mechanical rasp lay something new: uncertainty. The confident predator was beginning to crack.

Ren was also smiling, an expression that seemed disturbingly innocent on his young face. He raised both hands slowly, deliberately, showing his palms to the agent.

His hands were completely covered in a golden, viscous substance that clung to his skin like liquid metal. The material pulsed with its own bioluminescence. The sight alone made the agent’s stomach twist with instinctive revulsion.

But it was the smell that truly disturbed him.

Sweet. Cloying. Wrong.

Like flowers blooming over an abyssal’s corpse.

“This is a creature that, according to my new knowledge…” Ren paused, tilting his head as if listening to an internal voice, “seems to hate the abyssal energy you use.” His tone was conversational, almost educational. “Took it from the consumed bodies of your comrades who chased us into the tunnel. Very useful for… making you feel.”

The agent took an involuntary step backward.

Every cell in his body screamed warnings. The substance coating Ren’s hands emitted an energy signature that was fundamentally repulsive to everything abyssal within him.

The air around the child had become toxic, charged with an energy that made his transformed flesh crawl.

“We only had to get through your common beast’s layer,” Ren continued, casually smearing more of the golden mold onto his dagger’s blade. “I deposited a bit in the crack before you threw me.”

The agent’s eyes widened with horrified understanding.

The wound in his back wasn’t just hurting, it was burning. A slow, creeping fire that ate at his connection to abyssal energy. He could feel his armor weakening, the chitinous plates softening as whatever Ren had introduced fought against his very essence.

Ren kept talking while the agent remained frozen in indecision, as his armor dissolved across a good portion of his torso and back. The small mushrooms in the boy’s hair pulsed with greater intensity.

“You’re lucky it can’t become a parasite in your body and consume it completely, since the energies seem to cancel each other out.” Ren’s neutral tone made it somehow worse. “But you’ll have to pay with a good portion of your corrupt energy.”

The agent manipulated his transformation slightly, contorting his elongated arms to be slender again and reach the wounds on his back and neck. His fingers found them, feeling the pain that radiated from each contact point through his system.

The sensation was unlike anything he’d experienced.

Physical pain he understood. But this was different. This ate at the very foundation of his power, corroding not just flesh but the new connections that made him whole.

“Filthy brats!” he roared, but even his voice sounded weaker. The words emerged as more of a rasp than the commanding bellow he’d intended. “Using that repulsive trash is cowardice!”

“It’s not trash,” Lin corrected, finally lowering her hand from her mouth.

Her smile was sharp as a blade, the expression of someone who had found exactly the weakness she’d been searching for.

“It’s more like… soap for cleaning YOUR repulsive trash.”

Ren nodded solemnly, as if they were discussing the properties of different ash-based household cleaners or the ones from skills of some plants rather than an organism that was systematically dismantling their enemy’s power from within

“Very effective. Especially against filthy… abyssals.”

Here was a child, barely past his true eleventh birthday, treating the agent’s power, his connection to forces that had required years of sacrifice and pain to obtain… as nothing more than dirt to be scrubbed away.

The agent felt the first real wave of panic.

He could feel his connection to his scorpion fluctuating, the normally reliable bond stuttering like a candle in a hurricane.

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The creature wasn’t dying… but it was completely occupied with the reaction, too distracted to obey any coherent commands.

“Enough talk!” he bellowed, planting both feet firmly.

The ground trembled under his weight. Cracks spider-webbed outward from where he stood, small stones dancing with the vibration of his power. If he was losing his abyssal strength, he still had his rock spirit. He still had options.

“I’ll show you the true advantages of having more than one beast in our Yino!”

The earth beneath his feet responded immediately.