Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 345

The crystal categorization and collection class had gained followers after Professor Song's sacrifice, but in Ren's opinion, it had lost its magic without Zhao's presence as its heir.

The substitute auxiliary professor was competent, certainly, but he lacked that special warmth that had characterized Song. And for now, gone were those cunning survival lessons that Zhao had sporadically delivered when he wasn't on mission.

Deciding his time would be better spent elsewhere than in an optional theory class, Ren headed toward the library. Three pending projects awaited him that wouldn't correct themselves, and the library's silence was perfect for concentrated work.

Thanks to Finch and Theodore and their dramatic words (and performances) of encouragement, the knot in his chest had loosened considerably. He still felt responsible for the potential chaos his 'stolen' ring might cause, or his parents' situation, but it no longer weighed on him as heavily.

Something about hearing a sincere "you're a promising boy" or "continuing to work hard will make them much happier when the time comes for you to see them" from that pair of jokesters was strangely comforting. Ren wanted to trust in that "and believe me, that moment will come", it somehow calmed his negativity considerably.

The academy library was his sanctuary since he'd started working with Wei.

He navigated familiar aisles, passing through popular sections where students typically clustered, until reaching his favorite corner: a table hidden in shadows behind three massive columns of books on "Mana Manipulation Theories" and "Pre-Gold Ring Crystalline Patterns."

It was ironic that this section, considered useless by most, sat right next to the collection of popular cultivation methods, a situation Ren found amusing when correcting errors in current "popular books".

He pulled out his three manuscripts and spread them on the table.

The first: a cultivation method for Darkness Marsh Frog written by some "expert" who clearly had never seen one outside a drawing. The author claimed the frogs needed fire-mana exposure to evolve, which was so incorrect that Ren had to read the passage three times to ensure he wasn't dreaming.

The second: his own book on Sora's deer evolution, now halfway on silver levels. This was his original work, detailing methods he himself knew. The complexity of absorption and processing methods increased considerably at higher levels, and he was struggling to keep his explanations clear yet complete.

The third: a "popular" and "revolutionary" method for different plants that contained so many errors and extra useless steps Ren suspected the author had been sampling their hallucinogenic products instead of studying the beasts.

The mushrooms in his hair provided perfect lighting as he worked, automatically adjusting to what his eyes needed. It was a minor benefit of his contract, but one he'd learned to deeply appreciate.

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Luna walked through empty corridors, her steps echoing softly in the morning silence. Most students were in class, and she... well, she was avoiding her cousins.

Liora and Larissa had been insufferable since last night's incident, asking uncomfortable questions and smiling mischievously whenever they mentioned Ren or his adorable beast. As if she... as if he...

Her cheeks heated remembering the small mushroom and its enormous eyes. The way it had spoken with that high-pitched voice and... And then... the way he had...

"Why am I feeling like this?" she murmured to herself, shaking her head vigorously. The wolf in the shadows at her feet wagged its tail, as if finding her dilemma amusing.

She decided to find Ren. Not to talk about... what had happened. Just to... clarify things.

Yes. That was all.

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The search proved more difficult than Luna had anticipated. First she checked the crystal processing class. Ren wasn't there.

She discreetly asked some students in the hallway if they'd seen him. Min looked at her curiously before mentioning that sometimes Ren skipped classes he "already mastered since birth" to work on his own projects.

"Where does he work on those projects?" Luna had asked, forcing herself to sound casual.

"Oh," the boy smiled knowingly, "he's usually in the library. Has a secret spot in the old books section. Says nobody bothers him there."

Luna nodded stiffly and continued her search, feeling increasingly like a stalker. But she couldn't leave things unresolved. Last night's misunderstanding needed... resolving before her great-aunt Selphira interrogated her.

The library felt like a different country after the hallways' bustle. She navigated aisles she'd never explored before, passing sections with titles she couldn't even pronounce.

It was in the "obsolete theories" section where she finally found him. His back to her, bent over what appeared to be several manuscripts. The mushrooms in his hair glowed with a soft but steady light, creating an ethereal halo around his focused figure.

Luna stopped, uncertain. Part of her wanted to retreat and pretend she'd never looked for him. But the other part, the part that had spent all morning feeling strange and confused, pushed her forward.

She dragged a chair as silently as possible, but in the library's absolute silence, the sound seemed to echo like thunder. She sat across from him, hands flat on the table, preparing for... whatever she was about to say. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}