Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 361

"Live for him?"

A silence laden with meaning filled the space between them. Reed furrowed his brow, slowly processing the words.

"Becoming stronger, taking care of your health, extending your life," Yang elaborated, his deep voice resonating with conviction. "Doesn't that sound better than simply fleeing responsibility by dying for those who love you? What good would you do your family by sacrificing yourself, when you could be by their side, supporting them?"

The words settled heavily in Reed's heart. He gazed at his wife, then at his son, whose face showed a vulnerability that reminded him of the child he still was despite everything.

"Your words are wise," Reed finally admitted, a small smile forming on his lips. "Being old, I thought I was wise, but one always learns new things." The humility in his voice was genuine, a master cook who recognized when someone else had crafted a better recipe.

"The choice is yours," Ren intervened. "The eggs won't hatch if you don't accept them voluntarily. But think about what it would mean. No more discrimination because of your low-level mature beasts. Real freedom to choose where to live, where to work."

Fern looked at the black egg she had set aside, its surface seeming to draw in the surrounding light. "Could people like us really have another contract? People like us…?"

"Especially people like you," Ren affirmed with conviction.

His parents looked at each other and smiled.

Fern took the egg again, feeling its weight, its potential. She looked at her husband, a silent question in her eyes. He nodded slightly, a decision forming between them without the need for words, as had happened so many times during their decades together.

"We accept," Reed finally declared, his voice steady with newfound resolve.

In that very instant, the eggs began to glow. The blue constellation patterns brightened first, then spread across the entire surface until the black shells became luminescent spheres.

"It's exactly like your first contract," Ren instructed, his voice taking on a teacher's confidence.

Following his directions, they circulated their mana into the eggs. The light increased until it became blinding, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. When it finally faded, the eggs had vanished.

In their place, obsidian turtles materialized before Reed and Fern. Their shells gleamed with the reflection of mana. Small white eyes observed the world with intelligence.

Reed gasped, feeling a wave of energy course through his body. The pain from the lashes on his back diminished even more than with the first aid, replaced by a sensation of general well-being he hadn't experienced in decades. Beside him, Fern straightened, her eyes bright with new vitality. The vines of her mature plant seemed to respond to the turtle's presence, becoming more vibrant.

"It's... incredible," Reed murmured, flexing his hands with amazement. "I feel as if I were thirty years younger." The stiffness that had become such a familiar companion seemed to melt away.

"The initial effect is intense," Ren explained, watching with undisguised satisfaction. "It will stabilize over time, but the benefits will remain."

Fern approached Ren, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Why did you deceive us?" The question held no accusation, only a mother's seek for understanding of her child's motives.

"Because I feared you would reject my help again if I gave you a choice," he responded honestly. "You've always been like that. Too willing to sacrifice yourselves for me." _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

The admission carried years of watching his parents put his needs before their own, even at their own expense.

Ren embraced them both.

"Welcome to the double tamers club," he murmured.

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Ren's surprises were far from over.

He first showed his small official plaques. "My certification as a Bronze 2 student. I was also first in my class. These two are for winning the semester tournament. Two consecutive times."

Next came a collection of 6 small medals in a box, each representing a victory in different categories of academic competition. Ren explained each one, pride shone in his eyes as he thought about how much his parents had sacrificed so he could achieve these accomplishments.

"And this," he finally said, pulling out a leather-bound book with his name engraved on the cover, "is my first officially published cultivation method. The Living Tunnel."

He presented it with the pride of an author holding his first creation.

Fern took the book with trembling hands. "You wrote this?" Her voice held wonder and disbelief in equal measure.

"Completely," Ren nodded. "It's one of almost 50 I've written for Bronze 1, and I've written more than fifteen for Bronze 2 that the Academy has verified." His casual tone belied the extraordinary achievement this represented for someone his age.

Wei nodded to himself, a weird smile on his face.