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Chapter 1227: Chapter 1227 - Taming the Old World - Lead - 6
His system was already radically, permanently not duplicated... Nonupled, decupled, undecupled or duodecupled may or may not describe his situation in that power or capacity context from the very beginning, structurally fragmented into a multi-nodal array by his unique golden spore mushroom.
Furthermore, his contracted beast was no longer a pure entity of feral mana. Mooshito had evolved into the vital, biological bridge connecting a mana-deficient human body directly to the ethereal network; it was absolutely no longer a wild creature.
Consequently, the potions could not assist him...
He could not generate additional nodes, because his internal architecture was already entirely nodal, rendering his processing efficiency vastly superior to anyone else’s in that specific regard.
He also could not extract raw scale or caloric energy from the liquid. Because his beast was permanently fused to his body, any expansion defaulted to Ren’s organic body. The activation sequence simply failed to trigger the evolutionary push it would normally execute upon a spherical, feral beast core designed to rotate within a body of pure mana.
To Ren, these legendary, double potions were effectively nothing more than obscenely expensive, glowing mana flavored water with microscopic runic data.
But it was fine.
Ren repeated the mantra to himself, exactly as he did every single time this bitter reality surfaced. The Vanguard and the kingdom desperately needed more dual-fusion elites. Or triple-fusion powerhouses, if they opted to utilize the fungal eggs as an intermediary step.
The potions absolutely would not be wasted; they would simply be allocated to the hands of his most trusted allies.
And perhaps, upon objective analysis, his unique biological system wasn’t a curse at all, despite glaring disadvantages like this. His path possessed undeniable, terrifying advantages that more than compensated for the limitations.
The profound, unbreakable bond of a symbiotic duo fighting in perfect harmony, for instance.
Ok, that one may be overdressed, but...
The capacity to scale his power utilizing human cultivation techniques, which were exponentially faster and more efficient than the agonizingly slow, feral cultivation path that often required a century just to graze the Diamond rank was very real.
Or the terrifying phenomenon of dual-synchronous amplification, where the human’s biological upgrades rebounded across the tether to the beast, artificially pushing the creature’s combat output to several times its original capacity within the same rank, placing it vastly above any equivalent feral beast.
Ren’s system was definitively not a failure. It was simply an anomaly.
Yes...
It was a biological paradox that these ancient ruins, explicitly engineered for a ’slightly’ different evolutionary path, could not reward, simply because it should not exist.
Ren ruthlessly shoved the melancholic thoughts aside. The potions were a fascinating subject for study, providing another critical data point detailing exactly what he was and what he was not. But they were absolutely not the most critical element within this chamber.
Because there was a bigger incongruity in the place.
It wasn’t the glowing potions that shocked the strike force into absolute silence as they fully crossed the threshold. It wasn’t the small, heavily reinforced doorway resting at the far end of the room, which featured a perfectly carved receptacle clearly designed for the emerald core they had just secured.
It was the horrifying centerpiece dominating the middle of the chamber.
Statues...
Yes, not a single petrified victim. Two of them.
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Meanwhile, back in Yano’s castle, some messenger birds were arriving.
These were the same highly specialized, remarkably small avian breed; completely useless in open combat as always. Their singular, overriding biological talent was the capacity to fly really fast and incredibly far... And, crucially, to unerringly go find the mana of the tamer they were told to reach.
They carried encrypted missives physically bound to their legs, or concealed within the small dimensional pockets in their bellies, provided the breeders had strictly adhered to the new complex evolutionary parameters Ren had publicly published.
Despite the great tactical ability of the breed, an exceptionally small fraction of the population, less than 0.01%, actually possessed them. Cultivating these specific birds yielded almost zero social status, and the select few who bred them rented their services out at exorbitant, Gold-tier prices.
Very few Tamers dedicated their resources to cultivating messengers because, while highly lucrative, the creatures yielded negligible biological amplifications, offering virtually zero boosts to vital stats like Endurance or Vitality. Consequently, even with Ren’s evolutionary data freely available to the public now, they remained profoundly unpopular and small in supply to their demand. Only the highest echelons of the military command and the very wealthy elite could afford to utilize them.
Thus, while information theoretically traveled faster and more securely now, the fundamental mechanics of communication for the average citizen remained entirely un-revolutionized.
Every single avian messenger that touched down on the castle windowsill represented an investment more expensive than employing a seasoned Gold 1 soldier.
Selphira carefully retrieved the encrypted missive from the first arrival and broke the seal.
It was a frontline dispatch from Liu, stationed far to the north.
Liu and Sirius were currently deployed at the absolute geographic accessible extremes of their fractured world. One anchored the northern perimeter, the other secured the south. Both tamers maintained a considerable altitude directly above the Platinum rings, relentlessly monitoring the sovereign Light and Darkness dragons.
They absolutely did not observe them closely; engaging or even lingering near a Diamond-rank sovereign by themselves would have been a suicidal maneuver.
Instead, they executed highly calculated, three-minute aerial reconnaissance sweeps every single hour. They dropped just low enough below the cloud cover to visually confirm that Selthia wasn’t initiating any catastrophic maneuvers with the remaining guardians, and then they instantly retreated to a safe altitude and mana density ring.
Because the suffocating pressure of the mutant horde had returned.
The relentless assault had momentarily subsided in the immediate aftermath of the battle for Yino Castle, likely while Selthia recovered from the catastrophic trauma of Ren’s nuclear strike. However, over the past few days, the corruption had aggressively tightened its grip again, ruthlessly resuming the grinding siege upon the sovereign dragons.