Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

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.

He could not unleash a massive barrage and weave a primordial prison at the same time, not alone. Attempting to force both operations through his system simultaneously would only compound the lethality of the initial dilemma, turning a bad situation into guaranteed suicide.

But mitigating that specific mana-biological bottleneck offered far more viable solutions than trying to solve the first two dilemmas independently.

The primary hurdle was sheer energetic volume. Ren had to manage an impossible quantity of ether to simultaneously force the dome open, chamber the massive feint, and supply the power Mooshito needed to weave the array, all while pushing his meridians well past their theoretical breaking point.

If he attempted to condense all that power into his core at once, the massive surcharge would instantly crystallize his entire body into a permanent statue within seconds.

So, with a significant amount of logistical help from the accountant mouse, Ren engineered a method to distribute the fatal load into a just very hard one.

It was a complex sequence of maneuvers that appeared tedious and redundant on paper, yet they were absolutely vital for his survival.

He designed a highly efficient, multi-stage channeling process calculated to exert the minimum possible pressure on his spiritual veins.

He would execute the operation in distinct phases.

Instead of drawing the entire ethereal payload into his core at once, he fragmented the intake process. The moments requiring the highest peak capacity were compressed into agonizingly short, widely spaced intervals. More importantly, he incorporated that staggered support system directly from his immediate perimeter.

He would reserve the absolute maximum overload, pushing a terrifying three hundred and sixty percent capacity, which hovered very dangerously above his previously established lethal ceiling of two hundred and seventy-five, exclusively for the final fraction of a second. He would sustain that peak pressure for the shortest possible duration, as it represented the highest systemic risk.

"We have to accept a certain degree of risk," Ren had explained to the silent war room. "If we refuse to gamble here, we are actively choosing the greatest risk of all: losing absolutely everything simply because we were too terrified to lay our chips on the table."

Only at the very end of the sequence, when every other variable was secured and the remaining window of exposure was brief and calculated, would he drag the maximum energy back into his core to violently snap the lock shut.

It was a controlled, momentary spike in lethal pressure, completely replacing the prolonged, sustained exposure that would have inevitably killed him.

But the specific detail that had truly swayed the girls was the distribution protocol.

They would share the burden…

Ren would not carry the massive energy load alone. The five commanders standing immediately around him, Liora, Larissa, Luna, Sirius, and Liu, would actively overload their own systems alongside him to help the steps that manage the burden. Each Tamer would manually siphon a fraction of the lethal excess into their own cores, fracturing the staggering weight that would have otherwise crushed Ren's system too fast.

The maneuver was not safe for the support squad, either.

Deliberately overcharging their meridians with primordial energy, even for a short duration and strictly in controlled fractions, carried a very real risk of internal hemorrhaging and crystallization. Yet, that shared risk was significantly lower than the absolute certainty of Ren dying if he attempted to shoulder the entire burden himself.

And ironically, that was exactly where the girls became far more receptive to the plan.