Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 81

Ren walked slowly back to his room, the five thousand crystals weighing in his pocket like stones of possibility. The mushrooms in his hair pulsed softly while his thoughts wandered to his parents again.

He stopped before a hallway window. At this hour, they would be preparing food in the small restaurant’s kitchen, earning barely enough to survive.

"One hundred thousand crystals," he murmured with nostalgic feeling. "In just two months..."

Memories rushed in unbidden: his mother counting crystals at the kitchen table, worry in her eyes as she tried to make the money stretch. His father exhausted but smiling, always smiling.

"The investment," he whispered while the mushrooms pulsed more slowly, as if sharing his memories. "I could return everything they spent on me."

His fingers brushed the crystals in his pocket. Each one represented another step closer to repaying what they had sacrificed for him.

Another memory struck without warning: his father on that night when he fell ill, coughing in bed while apologizing for having to use their savings on medicine. His mother, trying to smile while selling her best cooking pots to complete the payment for the worst egg.

"Half a million crystals," Ren whispered, recalling the price of their old house. "I could get it back in less than a year at this rate."

The mushrooms pulsed stronger, as if trying to show him something.

The image of their old house appeared in his mind. It wasn’t large, but it had been their home for years…

His parents had never complained. Not once.

Even now, paying rent for the house that was once theirs, they kept smiling. Kept working hard.

Kept believing in him.

"No," he said suddenly, his voice firm. "It’s not enough."

The mushrooms glowed more intensely as a new resolution grew in his chest.

"They... they gave everything," he continued. "Not just the house. Everything. Their thirty years of savings. Their dreams. Their chances."

He began walking faster toward his room, his energy building with each step.

"Why settle for staying where we were?" the words came faster now. "Mom always wanted a bigger garden. Dad dreamed of a larger, better-equipped kitchen."

He stopped before another window, looking out toward the distant city. The high-rank districts shone more brightly, their buildings rising above the rest like constant reminders of what lay beyond their reach.

"Thirty years saving," his voice trembled slightly. "Thirty years working double shifts. Thirty years waiting to have a child. And when I finally came..."

The mushrooms pulsed forcefully, sharing his emotion.

"They gave me everything," the words rushed out now. "Without hesitation. Without second thoughts. Just... everything."

His eyes moistened as memories flowed: his mother teaching him to cook even when exhaustion bent her shoulders after a double shift, her gentle hands guiding his smaller ones through each motion.

His father carrying him on his shoulders like a dragon, spinning tales of legendary beasts despite his back aching from hours in the kitchen, never once letting the pain show in his voice.

"They don’t deserve to just get their house back," he declared with renewed determination. "They deserve more. Much more."