Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1341 - Taming the Old World - First Chamber - 2

Ren initiated the sequence immediately…

Mooshito's network operated on an entirely different dimensional tier. Not even Wei and Finch's combined grids, supported by dozens of civilian hosts, could even begin to approach this level of processing power. That was the real, undeniable difference of piloting the original source, the primary host that had absorbed both halves of that miraculous ancient medicine, the singular network actively harboring the true main beast of the golden spores.

It was not merely a larger neural web; it was a mana-biological supercomputer operating in a completely different weight class.

Within seconds, Ren flawlessly mapped the microscopic crystalline fractures he needed to manipulate…

He isolated the jagged outline of the arm and fingers, then calculated the exact geometric fault line where the statue fused seamlessly into the wall of solid corruption, targeting the base of every single finger gripping the three artifacts.

And then, he flooded those fault lines with raw energy.

Dragarion's statue broke free from the corrupted pedestal with a sharp crack that echoed throughout the hollow vault. Ren localized a small line of mana transformation just on the three important knuckles, utilizing only the absolute minimum force required, and cleanly severed the crystallized fingers.

He claimed the rings…

Three of them.

Dragarion's acquired artifacts.

He snatched them hastily, sliding the heavy small bands onto his own fingers, and immediately began channeling the remaining lethal surplus still burning his channels directly into their matrices. He felt each ancient artifact rapidly absorb the overcharge exactly like the guardian cores and his first four rings had, finally beginning to alleviate the catastrophic pressure that was actively tearing Mooshito's network apart.

The net was more damaged now, so time couldn't slow down that much anymore… He was close to finalizing the stabilization sequence.

So he snapped his gaze toward the heavy door sealing the secondary chamber.

The two primary non-elemental rings of Yino remained anchored exactly where they had always been, permanently fused to the lock by the original purple crystallization generated by the corrupted grid. He briefly considered attempting to rip those artifacts free the very second he finished overcharging the three currently on his hand.

If he secured those two bands, he could completely deny the purple dragon any chance of breaching the deeper vault, assuming the parasite didn't manage to escape the Vanguard above too fast.

But he never even got the chance to attempt the extraction. In fact, he didn't even manage to finish fully overcharging the three rings he had just secured.

Before he could safely vent the last dregs of the lethal energy into the elemental artifacts, a massive, concentrated beam of pure purple breath tore across the expanse of the vault, hurtling straight toward his chest.

It struck him dead center…

Or, at least, it appeared to.

Ren blinked out of existence with not a fraction of a second to spare. The devastating beam cleaved through the exact spatial coordinates he had occupied half a heartbeat prior, detonating violently against the far wall of the chamber.

He had successfully dodged the opening salvo, but the terrifying reality remained: the corruption dragon was already inside the vault.

It had torn itself free from the Vanguard's lockdown on the surface, rapidly closed the subterranean distance by tracking Ren's massive ethereal footprint, and now completely filled the entrance of the chamber with its impossible mass and the indestructible ruin artifacts that were heavily bolted to its chassis, the stolen primordial cores pulsed ominously within its chest, and that entire, obscene accumulation of ancient power was fully incarnated within a single, furious predator.

It unleashed a second blinding beam of purple breath.

And this time, Ren did not execute a spatial jump.

It wasn't because he chose to stand his ground… He just couldn't.

The dragon had forcefully engaged the unique spatial-locking authority inherent to one of its 5 integrated, special beasts cores. It aggressively sealed the dimensional fabric of the entire vault, slamming the door shut on every single spatial escape route Ren could have possibly utilized.

The shadow blink simply failed to initiate.

The devastating impact caught him.

Ren desperately brought his fully crystallized left arm up, throwing the dense diamond limb directly into the path of the roaring purple torrent, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into holding the push.

The crystal flesh held against the initial shockwave.

And then, it fractured.

A hairline crack rapidly spiderwebbed its way up his crystallized forearm. It was as thin as a single strand of hair, yet entirely visible, accompanied by a sharp, terrifying snap that cut clearly through the deafening roar of the dragon's breath.

Ren gritted his teeth hard behind his smoking, crystal shield.

The primordial beast was inside. The spatial fabric was completely locked down. His only defensive shield was actively splintering under the pressure.

And the seven sovereign rings still weren't fully charged.

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Moments earlier...

The corrupted purple dragon had witnessed Ren dive headfirst into the vault.

It certainly did not stand idly by and watch.

There was a singular, fleeting instant where the ancient creature mentally processed the sheer absurdity of the maneuver. It watched its prey, the endlessly arrogant human boy, dive straight toward the primary subterranean node carrying an ethereal footprint that defied all logical explanation.

'Wasn't it actually possible for him to rebuild the cage stronger with that much raw power?'

For a fraction of a microsecond, the ancient mind that 'had seen everything' experienced something resembling genuine disbelief...

But something in the human's calculation must have failed catastrophically, because the boy was currently tearing his own containment wall apart. It had failed indeed.

That disbelief instantly crystallized into something else.

Opportunity.

If the human was sprinting down into the vault, rushing toward the ancient rings or whatever desperate scheme he was attempting to salvage, then the single most dangerous piece on the board was actively abandoning its position. A board stripped of its most lethal player was a board the dragon could easily flip.

It did not waste another cycle of thought.

The half-mechanical titan tapped directly into its hoarded energy, that obscene, churning reserve it had spent agonizing hours meticulously accumulating for a single powerful jailbreak, and expelled it in a focused, directional blast.

It aimed the detonation straight down. It blasted the very hole Ren had just opened, violently expanding the breach and simultaneously propelling its massive chassis forward.

It threw its own body into the blast.

That was the specific maneuver none of the tamers holding it had anticipated.

The concussive shockwave shattered the physical earthen, ice and wooden restraints tethering it to the floor. The dragon tore itself free from the combined suppression field in a single violent heave, completely disregarding the severe structural damage tearing across its mutant chassis as it ripped through the bindings. It ignored the searing light beam raining down from the three-headed Hydra, and it ignored the smell of its own corrupted flesh burning as it lowered its indestructible limbs to physically drag itself into the crater.

It had plunged directly into the breach.