Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 468: Chapter 468 – Tamers War – Pure Dragon

Ren had begun treatment with the help of several healers who applied healing exactly where and how he asked them to, though they were all somewhat confused by the peculiar situation of being guided by an eleven-year-old child.

His movements were precise and confident, directing his seventh processed tentacle toward specific points in Zhao’s mana system while carefully monitoring his body’s reactions to each intervention.

The tentacle writhed slightly in his grip, a secondary problem from the absorption and preparation process he had to skillfully adjust in real time. Where it touched Zhao’s skin, faint wisps of energy began to dissipate, the crystallized mana responding to the absorption properties exactly as predicted.

Everything was going surprisingly well.

The first treatment was working exactly as Ren had predicted, and the mana crystallizations were beginning to dissolve gradually. Small sparkles of light escaped from Zhao’s pores as the solidified energy returned to its semi-ethereal state, creating brief rainbow patterns in the air before fading completely.

One of the healers wiped sweat from his brow. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” he murmured, watching the crystalline formations literally melt away under the tentacle’s influence. “Twenty years of practice, and…”

“Focus,” Ren interrupted gently but firmly. “Channel your healing energy to his lower left rib area. There’s damage accumulating there.”

A guard came running with additional materials he had been sent to fetch.

“We only need to extract the connective tissue around the core and… we don’t know how to turn the vitality beast into powder,” he reported, handing over a bag with components that smelled of concentrated medicine.

The guard’s confusion was evident in his furrowed brow and the way he held the bag at arm’s length, clearly struggling to understand how those creatures reduced to dirt could have medical applications.

Ren examined the materials quickly and shook his head, disappointed by the comment.

“You don’t need to do it yourselves,” he explained. “You just have to let the beasts, from which you’re going to remove the other tentacles I need, absorb the essence directly.”

The process was even a bit elegant in its simplicity. The absorption beasts would naturally drain the vitality rich creatures’ mana completely, leaving behind the pure vitality powder needed for the treatment. No grinding, no processing, just allowing nature to take its course under slightly controlled conditions.

The guard remained somewhat puzzled.

His expression was that of someone trying to reconcile how this simple concept was never used before.

“Are you sure that…?” he began to ask.

But as he was about to ask more, a large hand gently moved him out of the way.

The King entered through the door.

His aura was so intense that within the castle, all the hallways were immediately filled with his presence when he had entered the castle a while ago. The very air seemed to thicken, carrying weight that made breathing feel a bit harder.

It was such a strong sensation that, ironically, instead of making his presence more obvious… being close meant that distinguishing his exact location became difficult when perception became saturated.

The overwhelming nature of his mana signature created a paradox.

Dragarion observed the scene with curiosity, his eyes moving between the healers working.

Each healer tensed slightly under his gaze, their movements becoming more deliberate and careful. The casual authority he projected made even experienced medical professionals second-guess their own expertise.

“What are you doing with my savior?” he asked Julius directly. “How is the treatment going?”

Julius straightened immediately, responding with the automatic respect his father commanded.

Even with his missing arm, he managed to convey perfect military bearing.

“I brought him with a more complicated condition than expected,” he explained. “They’re going to have to do many things to try to save him. It seems to be acute anti-mana medicine poisoning combined with generalized damage in his mana veins and tons of internal crystallizations.”

Dragarion nodded, processing the medical terminology.

But then he noticed Julius’s condition more carefully.

“How did you lose your arm?” he asked, but when he paid more attention to the room he was extremely surprised when he realized a child was giving orders to adult healers.

The incongruity struck him like a physical blow. This had to be a joke… this was supposedly serious. This wasn’t some noble child playing at medicine; this was a complex medical intervention.

He didn’t let Julius answer about the arm.

“Are you all taking things lightly?” he asked with a tone that suggested the situation seemed inappropriate to him. “Why is a child directing this medical treatment if according to you it’s so critical?”

The question carried the weight of royal authority and paternal concern combined. The implication was clear: either Julius was being reckless with a valued subordinate’s life, or there was something insane about this situation that required explanation.

Ren immediately felt the change in the environment and the powerful gaze directed toward him, disrupting his concentration from the delicate work.

The shift was like having a spotlight suddenly focused on him while performing microsurgery.

The first thing he did was complain.

Then he carefully withdrew the tentacle he was working with in Zhao’s veins and looked toward the King.

“I can’t work well like this,” he murmured with evident irritation, his elevated perception making him feel in more detail what others were saturated to perceive. “The room’s atmosphere is becoming saturated with a somewhat stagnant mana, worse than when we were in the hallways, is anyone…”

The complaint was instinctive, born from the frustration of having precise work interrupted by environmental changes beyond his control.

It was then that he realized… he had been focusing so intensely on Zhao that he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings.

The moment of recognition hit him like cold water.

Everyone in the room opened their eyes with concern upon hearing the child complaining about the King’s mana.

Even the healers stopped their work, frozen in anticipation of the royal response to such unprecedented audacity from someone so young.

Luna’s face went pale, while Liora looked ready to faint.

But Dragarion laughed, clearly entertained by the audacity of the brat.

“Are you referring to my mana?” he asked with a challenging smile.

The amusement in his voice carried undertones of genuine curiosity. In his decades of experience, very few people had ever complained about his presence, and certainly no children had done so while treating it as a mere environmental inconvenience to their ’make believe’ plays.

He deliberately increased his aura, letting out just a hint of threat to intimidate the mischievous spoiled child, surely the pampered son of some noble he didn’t recognize who thought he could play doctor with a seriously ill patient…

A small lesson for the lack of respect. The oppression made the room’s temperature seem to change.

The air grew heavier, pressing down on everyone present. It was the kind of presence that made seasoned warriors kneel and hardened soldiers question their courage.

Ren grimaced and squinted his eyes, clearly affected by the increase in the sensation of oppression.

Unlike the others who seemed frozen by the display of power, Ren’s reaction was more akin to someone dealing with an unpleasant but manageable headache.

“Ren!” Liora whispered urgently. “Apologize! You’re before the King!”

Her voice carried the desperate edge of someone watching a friend about to step off a cliff.

Ren was surprised to fully realize the situation, but before he could say anything, ’Mooshito’ emerged completely from his head.

The King was immediately surprised to see the creature he had never seen despite knowing thousands of different beasts throughout everything he had explored during his travels and missions.

The small fungus was unlike anything in his extensive mental catalog of beasts and creatures. Its form defied easy classification.

“Mooshito!” Luna shouted.

But there was no response… ’Mooshito’ was focused on a single thing and began absorbing the residual energy from the environment that had become heavy with Dragarion’s concentrated power.

The process was subtle at first, barely visible wisps of energy flowing toward the small creature like iron filings drawn to a magnet.

Immediately, the King’s Azure Dragon reacted stronger, beginning to expel more of its energy and cycle it with the small fungus in an almost visible circular mana pattern that none of those present had expected.

The interaction was mesmerizing to watch. Where Dragarion’s power had been oppressive and stagnant, it now began to flow in graceful spirals, as if the little fungus was ’teaching?’ his ancient dragon new ways to move its energy.

The Platinum Qilin also felt strange and began resonating with frequencies that made people feel a relaxed aura.

What had been intimidating pressure transformed into something almost musical, harmonics that seemed to calm rather than overwhelm.

Luna’s cat and Julius’s Qilin also acted strangely, their energies synchronizing with the inexplicable phenomenon that was occurring.

It was as if Mooshito had become a conductor, organizing a chaotic orchestra into perfect harmony.

Dragarion felt something he hadn’t experienced in decades.

His energy began to feel lighter than ever. His enormous power didn’t diminish at all, but it became a lot easier to carry, more pleasant to maintain, less intoxicating in its intensity.

More pure.

The sensation was like removing armor he hadn’t realized he was wearing, or taking a deep breath after years of breathing through a cloth. The relief was so profound it was almost emotional.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, his power felt like a natural extension of himself rather than a burden he carried.

After the small altercation, the little fungus returned “satisfied” inside Ren’s hair without explaining anything about what it had done.

The transition was as smooth as its emergence had been sudden, leaving everyone wondering if they had imagined the entire interaction.

But Ren immediately obtained a small but significant buff: a now 25% increase in general elemental control, finally adding wood as the last block.