Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

“Just the crystals, please, Finch,” Ren responded kindly but firmly. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

“Always so mysterious,” Finch sighed dramatically while beginning to count, his nimble fingers flicking through stacks of currency with practiced ease. “Someday, Theodore and I will discover all your financial secrets. That’s a promise!”

While Finch finished counting and Ren carefully stored the crystals in his compartmentalized pack, he didn’t notice the figure observing him from across the bank. Leopold Montclaire, the fifth-year prodigy, studied every movement with calculating eyes.

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His next stop was again the exchange storehouse, where Jessy greeted him with her usual nervous enthusiasm.

“Ren! You’re back so soon!” she exclaimed, nearly knocking over a jar. “Did you forget something?”

“No, I’m here for more materials,” Ren handed her the list, the paper slightly warm from being in his pocket.

Jessy reviewed it, her eyes widening gradually. “This is… quite specialized. Cartilaginous marine beast bone? Black Sarracenia fiber?”

“Is that a problem?” Ren asked.

“No, no,” Jessy waved her hands frantically. “Just unusual for a first-year student.”

While Jessy gathered the materials, darting between shelves with surprising agility, Ren noticed several older students observing him with growing curiosity. His reputation was expanding faster than he would have preferred, their whispers creating a soft backdrop of sound.

“Here you go,” Jessy finally placed all the materials on the counter, arranging them with meticulous care.

Ren paid without comment, packing each material carefully in his compartmentalized backpack.

“Thanks, Jessy,” he bid farewell.

“Come back soon,” she responded cheerfully, her cat ears twitching. “And be careful with that nymph extract!”

With all necessary materials secured, Ren returned to Isaac’s workshop. The artisan was finishing polishing a blade when he saw him enter, the metallic scent of freshly worked steel hanging in the air.

“Ah, you’re back,” he smiled. “Did you get everything?”

“Everything,” Ren confirmed, placing the materials on the workbench. “Is the dagger ready?”

Isaac nodded, extracting a leather sheath from a drawer under his table. “One of my finest pieces, if I may say so myself.”

He unsheathed the dagger for Ren’s examination. The blade had a silvery gleam with blue veins that seemed to move beneath the light, flowing like water trapped in metal. The handle, perfectly balanced, was wrapped in leather treated with hardening resin that felt warm to the touch.

“It’s perfect,” Ren observed, taking it and testing its weight, feeling how it nestled into his palm as if custom-made. “Shall we test how well it works?”

Without waiting for a response, he placed the Deep Assassin’s head on the table and, with a precise movement, cleanly cut around the base of the proboscis.

The dagger’s metal penetrated the hard carapace with surprising ease, parting it like butter.

“Careful with the acid sa… Impressive,” Isaac murmured, observing how Ren carefully separated the long proboscis with the acid sac intact.

“It’s superb… Well, this is all we’ll need for the spear tip,” Ren placed the proboscis on the table. “I’ll take the rest with me for another project.”

“What will you do with the head?” Isaac asked with professional curiosity.

“Cultivation materials,” Ren responded simply. “Nothing goes to waste.”

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Ren returned to his room with the Assassin’s head and his new dagger. He needed to hurry before Yang’s class hour arrived.

Placing the head on a treated hide, he began working methodically. The dagger slid through the different tissues with surgical precision, separating exactly the parts he needed for Taro’s cultivation.

The sensory glands, capable of detecting movement through solid rock. And, most valuable, the central processing organ, a structure that amplified nerve signals.

When he finished, he had separated and preserved several distinct components, each carefully stored.

Sealing Taro’s crystals with Deep Earth and the hemolymph solution was straightforward, the components bonding together with a soft hiss.

He thoroughly cleaned the dagger before storing it, admiring its quality once more. Isaac truly knew his craft, the blade showing no signs of wear despite cutting through the beast’s tough exoskeleton.

He had barely finished cleaning when he heard the door open. Taro entered, his expression changing from mental exhaustion due to so many questions about Ren from his classmates, to surprise at seeing the carefully aligned containers.

“What’s all this?” he asked, approaching for a better look.

“Your first cultivation crystal for the second beast,” Ren responded, handing him a crystal that emitted a faint bluish glow, its surface warm and slightly pulsating.

Taro took the crystal with reverence, his fingers trembling slightly. “Is it from…?”

“The Assassin, yes,” Ren nodded.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Taro murmured, genuinely moved.

“Just use it well,” Ren smiled, his mushrooms pulsing softly. “And perhaps help me clean up this mess before Yang’s class… If we leave everything like this until Min returns in the afternoon, he’ll start complaining about the smell.”

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The next day, Ren returned to Isaac’s workshop at first light, again taking advantage of the surprising flexibility Lin had granted him with morning training sessions lately.

“We’re ready to work with the acid,” Isaac announced when Ren entered, the workshop already prepared with protective equipment and containment vessels. “I’ve prepared everything according to your specifications.”

The process was delicate and potentially dangerous. The Assassin’s acid had unique properties: extremely corrosive to organic materials, but also capable of catalyzing certain crystalline reactions if handled correctly.

Ren worked with absolute concentration, carefully injecting the foamy nymph extract into the sacs at the base. The reaction was immediate: the liquid bubbled vigorously before stabilizing into a dark amber gelatinous substance.

“Now comes the critical part,” murmured Ren as he injected mana, his fingertips glowing with a soft blue light.

Isaac watched with professional fascination as Ren manipulated the mana with a precision few students possessed, directing it in intricate patterns that seemed to solidify the material from within.

“Extraordinary,” he murmured, studying the result. It was hard yet surprisingly elastic, with a surface that reflected light like polished obsidian. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

To test its hardness, Isaac tried to make a small scratch with a common tool. To his surprise, it was the tool that ended up damaged, its edge dulled instantly.

“Careful,” Ren warned when Isaac touched the edge directly to feel the texture. “Its crystals are sharper than they look.”

Too late. Isaac quickly withdrew his finger, where a fine line of blood began to form.

“Incredible,” he murmured, more impressed than annoyed. “It cut as if my skin were butter.”

“It’s perfect for the spear tip,” Ren nodded, satisfied with the result. “It will penetrate Bronze 1 carapaces without issue.”

Isaac wrapped his finger while contemplating the material, his eyes gleaming with professional excitement. “With this, I could create a truly exceptional weapon. Beyond what I would normally offer a student.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” Ren smiled, his mushrooms pulsing with anticipation. “Something exceptional for tomorrow’s outing.”

“Leave it in my hands,” Isaac nodded with professional determination. “You’ll have your weapons ready before dawn. My craftsman’s word.”

As Ren said goodbye, leaving Isaac with the materials to complete the work, he couldn’t help but feel growing expectation. The outing with Zhao would be interesting as he would now be better prepared.

And in the world of tamers, preparation often made all the difference.