Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 100

"Waste? While Yano clings to its traditions, limiting itself to archaic beasts, Yino advances. Each year we produce more gold rank tamers, each month more double bearers join our ranks. And soon..."

He paused dramatically, savoring the moment.

"Soon our first triple bearers will be ready."

The Director maintained his neutral expression, but his golden feathers bristled slightly at the revelation. Triple tamers were theoretically possible, of course, but the cost, the risk of uncontrolled mutation...

"Triples?" He recovered quickly, his voice laden with disdain. "It doesn’t matter if they can bear three beasts or five, if they’re all those abyssal corruptions you so love to create. A true tamer with a pure beast will always be superior."

The mercenary’s laughter echoed through the clearing, a sound that made several guards shudder.

"A true tamer? Like your precious king? I suppose it has merit that he’s a double tamer too but... It must be... lonely, Director. Being so limited, so tied to the old traditions. But times change, old man... "

"…A single platinum rank warrior holding up an entire kingdom? Yino no longer depends on exceptional individuals. We have something better, numbers."

"And you think numbers compensate for quality?" Ignatius allowed more power to flow into his flames. "If you were facing our King right now, you’d already be dead. It doesn’t matter if you bear five beasts or ten, they’re all corruptions of simple silver rank, nothing compared to a single one of his pure beasts of true power."

The mercenary’s smile widened, showing teeth altered by mutations. "Oh, but the King isn’t here, is he? In fact," his eyes gleamed with malice, "we know perfectly well that he’s not even in the kingdom."

Ignatius maintained his neutral expression, but his mind worked rapidly. If Yino knew that...

"It must be... lonely, Director, being so limited to a single beast... Not like your ’great’ absent King."

"It must be LONELY," continued the mercenary theatrically, "to depend so much on ONE, SINGLE warrior. What will happen when our triple bearers are ready? When we have three gold tamers for every one of yours?"

"I thought you would understand it better as the tamer of that griffon, but I see now that you don’t... Let me show you," Ignatius let his power manifest fully, his majestic phoenix enveloping the area in golden flames, "the difference between your imitations and a true bond with a pure beast."

The supervisor extended his hand as his penguin fully materialized, covering the ground with a thick layer of ice that gleamed under the sunlight.

"No more tricks underground," murmured the supervisor, his eyes fixed on the mutated agent.

The director released a powerful flow of fire toward the mercenary.

The mercenary evaluated the situation in an instant.

"Defend me!" ordered to his hippogriff while he himself leaped to the side.

The golden flames of Ignatius’s phoenix met the hippogriff’s wind flow. The resulting explosion shook nearby trees, creating a shockwave that made the guards stagger.

The mercenary took advantage of the distraction to bury his legs in the ice. His mutations allowed him to break it enough to use the hole as a foothold and launch himself at dizzying speed toward the supervisor.

The supervisor reacted on instinct. His penguin created a barrier of ice stalactites that emerged from the ground like spears. The mercenary twisted between them with unnatural grace, his body contorting in ways no normal human could imitate.

"Too slow!" The mercenary appeared before the supervisor, his scorpion tail emerging from his back like lightning.

The supervisor barely had time to create an ice shield. The stinger pierced through it like paper, stopping millimeters from his throat.

He began to overpower him and push forward, the ice cracking. It seemed the mercenary’s power boosts were far superior to the supervisor’s.

"Pathetic," the mercenary smiled with his mutated teeth while advancing his pincers. "A silver rank 2 and yet your strength is..."

A column of golden fire fell from the sky, forcing the mercenary to jump back. The ice beneath his feet evaporated instantly, creating a vapor curtain that momentarily obscured the battlefield.

"Did you forget who you’re fighting?" Ignatius’s voice resonated as his phoenix descended, its wings extended creating a wall of golden flames.

The mercenary landed beside his hippogriff, which alone, had been forced to retreat.