Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 88

The Deep Assassin kept searching, and Ren hung between two dilemmas: the predator that couldn’t see him, and the hydra that defied everything he thought he knew about the beast egg cycle.

With careful movements, Ren extracted the flask with the potion Zhao had given him.

The green liquid glowed softly as he uncorked it. It was his last defense against mana overload.

The taste was bitter and metallic, but the effect was immediate. The crushing pressure of mana receded, as if a window had been opened in a suffocating room.

It wouldn’t last long, but it would have to be enough.

The Deep Assassin finally lost interest in its search. Its sensors detected no more movement, and the paralyzed worm promised a feast it didn’t want to waste. The beast returned to its prey, its proboscis sinking back into the liquefied flesh.

’Now or never,’ thought Ren as he began descending the thread.

He descended with extreme care and retrieved the stone that had betrayed him. He was now meters from the predator that had returned to the tunnel entrance...

He would deal with that obstacle at the exit later.

First he had to take advantage of his luck...

It was a unique opportunity, a miracle of the cycle that wouldn’t repeat for centuries.

Or so he thought.

The chamber opened below him, the massive crystal dominating the space with its pulsing light. The hydra dozed around the egg, apparently exhausted by the effort of existing at this depth.

He still had to move with perfect caution. One sound, one sudden movement, and all would be lost. If the Assassin didn’t kill him, the hydra certainly would.

Ren studied the crystalline formation more carefully. The enormous crystal formed a natural bowl, its facets creating levels and ledges that could serve for a safer approach.

’I don’t need to get all the way there,’ he thought while pulling out more weaver’s thread. ’I just need the right position.’

The bowl’s edge offered a perfect spot. From there he could manipulate the thread without exposing himself too much to the geyser or the hydra.

His fingers worked quickly preparing a knot while evaluating angles. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

The mantis core would also need pure mana. The solution was elegant: he could leave it suspended near the geyser, allowing the flow to saturate it naturally. In ten days it would have absorbed enough to begin its transformation.

But for that to happen, he needed the hydra to stop feeding from the geyser’s mana.

The hydra remained motionless, its two heads resting near the egg.

’Not really its child,’ he reflected while tying the mantis core to leave it suspended. The egg contained another hydra’s core, yes, but it was another that had somehow not completed the cycle and ascended here.

It was more like an evolutionary sibling, part of the same line but not direct offspring.

Ren liked to think it was a species with "parental care" but was it more like a strong siblinghood?

Perhaps that’s why the hydra protected it, not from maternal instinct, but from lineage recognition. A siscon hydra? Ren shook his head at his own silly joke and continued working, perhaps nervousness was making him think foolish things...

But the dilemma was clear, he needed the hydra to leave.

And if the egg disappeared... what reason would it have to remain in this small, limiting vein?

His feet touched a ledge. Pure mana flowed in the chamber, not at silver ring level but triple the normal at this depth. Even with the potion still in effect, Ren could feel the energy trying to saturate his system.

The bug egg was closer. It would be easier to reach first, safer. But the hydra egg... the chance to understand such a rare evolutionary line...

Ren took a step toward the ’better’ egg. The rock under his feet was strangely slippery, polished by years of exposure to pure mana. Each movement required total concentration, a slip here would be fatal.

Another step. The hydra breathed deeply, its body moving in a slow but steady rhythm. Ren wondered how long it spent like this, conserving energy between feedings, trapped in this endless cycle of minimal survival.

The egg was within reach of his thread now. Its surface gleamed with the same tone as its sister’s scales, as if already containing the promise of what it could become.