Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 80

The next morning, Lin appeared before Ren with her trademark sadistic smile. Not even his exhaustion from the cultivation process could save him from training.

"Faster!" Lin’s voice cut through the morning air as she made him run with weighted bands strapped to his limbs.

When he was finally released that afternoon, his muscles trembling from exertion, Ren decided to demonstrate his cultivation process to his friends. They gathered around, watching with curiosity and apprehension as he meticulously laid out his materials.

"First, I crush the poisonous fungi..." Ren began explaining, his movements precise and practiced.

Min nodded along, following the process with keen interest until Ren reached the part about overloading with ten times more mana than Taro and controlling his veins with the tentacle while enduring excruciating pain.

His eyes glazed over, and he toppled backward like a felled tree.

"Min!" Taro lunged forward to catch him.

Liu observed in silence, his bat ears occasionally manifesting as a reflection of his unease. The methodical way Ren handled materials that would make most people retch was... disturbing, to say the least.

"And you say you’ll absorb all that every day for a hundred days?" Liu finally asked, his voice a blend of admiration and horror.

"Just a hundred days," Ren replied with an unsettling casualness.

Liu nodded slowly, his respect for Ren growing alongside a healthy dose of caution. There was again, something deeply unsettling about the ease with which his friend handled substances that could kill a grown adult.

The following days fell into a new routine. Classes continued as normal, though Luna now watched Ren with an intensity that made everyone around them uncomfortable.

"I think she’s plotting your death," Taro whispered one day during Mei’s class.

"Or your wedding," Min added, earning a sharp elbow from Ren.

Training sessions with Lin grew more intense. Each day brought new exercises, new aches, new boundaries to push past. The mushrooms in Ren’s hair seemed to pulse in rhythm with his growing strength.

"Your body is changing," Lin observed as she watched him lift weights, her keen eyes noting the subtle transformations. "Whatever cultivation you’re doing... it’s working."

Ren could only grunt in response, too focused on not dying from exhaustion and pain.

Finally, at the end of the second month, the official crystal report arrived. Ren opened his during breakfast, the mushrooms in his hair pulsing with anticipation.

The report detailed everything: crystals mined from the caves, specimens collected, even processed and sold beast hides.

Guard signatures and Master Song’s verification certified the mined crystals, while Isaac and Jessy’s signatures confirmed the hide sales profits.

Zhao’s signature at the bottom of the collection report certified each of the last items.

Ren’s eyes grew wider and wider as he tallied the amounts. The academy would double everything: crystals found in the caves, beasts’ materials values, collected materials, processed and sold materials’ profits...

"How much is it?" Min leaned over his shoulder, curiosity evident in his voice.

Ren revealed the total. His friends gasped in unison.

"That’s..."

"No wonder Luna’s interested," Taro joked, earning a death glare from Ren.

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The academy’s bank occupied the administrative tower’s first floor, a surprisingly modest space considering the wealth it managed.

At this hour, it was nearly empty, with only a few senior students making routine inquiries.

Ren felt small as he climbed the stairs, his official report clutched firmly in hand. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

"Well, look who it is!" Mr. Finch’s high-pitched, mocking voice sliced through the silence. "The academy’s most prosperous fungus cultivator! My most intriguing depositor!"

The banker was a short, thin man with round spectacles that magnified his eyes until they resembled those of a startled mouse. His perfectly trimmed mustache seemed to have a life of its own when he spoke.

Despite his impeccable banker’s uniform, something in his eyes suggested he found everything terribly amusing.

His beast, a small white mouse, occasionally darted between his fingers as he counted crystals.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Finch," Ren approached the counter, the mushrooms in his hair pulsing gently.

"Come to confess your crimes?" Finch smiled as his mouse approached, sniffing the air suspiciously. "Because I must say, five dark bronze crystals two weeks ago was quite... interesting. Not many ten-year-olds handle that denomination."

"Actually..." Ren began pulling out the report.

"Oh, wait! Don’t tell me!" Finch raised a hand dramatically. "Found an ancestral treasure? Robbed a noble’s chest? Or perhaps your mushrooms have hallucinogenic properties, and you’ve been selling them to the senior students?"

The mushrooms pulsed with amusement as Ren slid the report across the counter.