Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Chapter 386 - Taming Misconceptions

In the joint Goldcrest-Yino camp...

The abyssal soldier clearly remembered what had happened during transport.

The flyer who had been carrying the wounded tracker alongside him had developed small golden marks on his neck and arms, spores spreading slowly from the points of contact like a creeping infection.

"That’s when I realized," he explained to the Yino officer taking his report. "My arm had completely recovered after the first contact with the infected. The abyssal energy had burned away the spores, but shortly after it had recovered, I suppose thanks to the abyssal mana core being in the center of our torso..."

The officer, a middle-aged man, took notes meticulously.

"So you decided to use more energy from your beast once your arm ’healed’ to help your companion."

"Exactly. I touched the infected areas with the recovered abyssal energy in my hands, and the golden marks vanished." The soldier demonstrated the motion, though his hands remained clean now. "Like washing away dirt."

"Pain?"

"For me, yes. Significant burning sensation. For him, barely discomfort. But it worked." The soldier’s voice carried the matter-of-fact tone of someone reporting successful field medicine. "The first sick soldier looked worse, so I decided to channel from both arms this time, and the infection retreated considerably too."

The officer observed the original tracker, now stabilized but still unconscious on a nearby cot. His body showed the effects of the spores’ energy absorption: pale skin that looked almost translucent, labored breathing that rattled slightly in his chest and general weakness that left him looking decades older than his years.

"And is there any analysis of these... creatures?"

A beast specialist, sent specifically from Yino’s central city, approached with a collection of carefully contained samples. Each vial glowed faintly with golden light.

"They’re completely unknown," he reported, setting down his collection with care. "They don’t appear in any of our species catalogs. Their behavior is aggressively parasitic, so far they only seem negatively affected when confronted with our abyssal energy specifically."

His tone carried the mood of a scholar encountering something that challenged fundamental assumptions about the natural order.

"Origin?"

"Impossible to determine without more information. We could be seeing a new species that evolved naturally, or something..." He paused, considering his words carefully. "Ancient."

The specialist showed one of the samples under a mana crystal amplifier. Under some magnification, the golden substance revealed a bit of what seemed like complex internal structures.

"Their life cycle appears simple. They feed on almost any energy source, reproduce rapidly in the presence of infected bodies or crystals, and apparently can form larger, organized structures."

"Recommendations?"

"Avoid direct contact unless you have access to abundant abyssal energy for neutralization. And report any sightings of these golden structures immediately." The specialist’s voice carried the weight of someone who understood what this biological threat could accomplish. "We’re dealing with something that could potentially spread beyond our ability to contain."

The officer closed his notes with a decisive snap. "I’ll prepare the report for transmission to our capital. Priority classification: urgent."

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In Kassian’s room...

Kassian read the complete report about the incident with the golden spores that Kharzan had provided him regarding the "possible cause" of what he had witnessed at the academy.

His eyes stopped at the description of the "boy with mushroom-type beast" they had been pursuing during the discovery.

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly as he recalled his own observation of the boy at the academy. The purifying light ray he had witnessed, the way it had cleansed Klein’s abyssal corruption with an ease that had seemed impossible at the time.

The memory was crystal clear: the flash of light, Klein surprised as the purple energy faded, the boy’s casual dismissal of what should have been a miraculous feat.

"I see," he murmured to himself.

At that moment, he had thought he was witnessing something unique, a special ability that could change the balance of power against them. Something that required possibly even desperate measures.

Flying low over a patch of trees...