Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1244 - Taming the Old World - New Perspective

The queen shoved harder, aggressively leaning her entire body weight into the hold.

And Ren, operating entirely without a symbiotic merge, possessing almost zero mana and relying on nothing more than his baseline human strength, did not yield a single half of a millimeter.

Because the permanent, compounding biological boosts his 3 Golden beasts constantly fed his organic vessel and a body ruthlessly trained by that Linʼs brutal regimen, did not need always rely on active ether. His baseline physical density was terrifyingly immense, with or without a merge or fusion, regardless of whether his mana tank was full or empty. Lutea could push with all her meager lazy bodyʼs might; she might as well have been attempting to shove a solid marble pillar.

Ren narrowed his eyes... He effortlessly broke her desperate grip with a sharp, casual flick of his crystallized arm, and firmly shoved Lutea backward. He didnʼt apply enough kinetic force to genuinely injure her, but just enough momentum to send her stumbling back across the polished floor. Her terrified minions barely managed to catch her before she landed heavily on her backside.

Larissa instantly stepped forward to avoid a worst physical confrontation and give the queen a piece of her mind.

”You know absolutely nothing,” she told her mother, her voice radiating a lethally sharp coldness. ”You fail to comprehend a single variable regarding what is actually transpiring in the real world. You really should just retreat to your quarters as always before you embarrass yourself and me any further!”

Lutea frantically scrambled upright, absolutely furious, and began hurling venomous curses from across the room, repeatedly spitting the exact same toxic word she had been utilizing throughout the entire encounter: ”You traitor!” Her own daughter, called a filthy traitor, happily rolling in the mud with a lowly plebeian, irreversibly dishonoring the sacred bloodline and the majestic memory of her father.

Ren sighed heavily and gently placed a hand on Larissaʼs trembling shoulder.

”Please excuse her behavior on my behalf... The fundamental problem,” Larissa stated, fixed and refusing to break eye contact with her mother, her voice incredibly taut, ”is that she exists entirely within an isolated bubble. Her aristocratic mind fantasy cannot be shattered because she bases her entire reality solely on her own perception, and her perception is tragically square and microscopically small. She literally cannot see anything that fails to fit into her tiny little world. She never has...”

Ren paused for a long, contemplative moment.

He leaned down closely to Larissaʼs ear and rapidly whispered a highly unconventional tactical proposal.

Larissa blinked in sheer surprise. She turned slightly to look at him, her highly analytical mind furiously processing the chaotic maneuver he had just suggested. She rapidly calculated the variables. And finally, she offered a sharp nod.

”But.. Are you completely certain?” she asked, keeping her voice to a barely audible whisper.

”Yes,” Ren confirmed smoothly. ”And we have absolutely nothing to lose anyway, right?”

He stepped forward.

To Lutea and her entire security detail, Ren simply ceased to exist.

A single blink, and the exhausted young man standing several meters away, after the precious queen shove, instantly materialized directly in front of Larissaʼs mother. Before a single person in the room could neurologically process the impossible velocity, Ren firmly pressed four fingers against Luteaʼs abdomen. He ruthlessly jammed her primary ethereal pathways, instantly sealing off her system access to her contracted beasts with the surgical precision of an operative who intimately understood the unique Tamer network of each beast vastly better than any other human alive.

He firmly gripped the back of her heavy, elaborate dress.

And he simply kidnapped her…

Right in front of her personal maids and her elite royal guards, whose jaws had literally dropped to the marble floor in pure shock, Ren effortlessly hoisted the widow of King Dragarion over his shoulder exactly like a remarkably noisy, exotic sack of tubers.

By the time her panicked minions finally shook off the paralysis and desperately attempted to pursue him, the tactical window was entirely closed.

The three girls had instantly summoned one of their beasts.

In a matter of seconds, Larissaʼs apex Ice Lynx, Lunaʼs terrifying Shadow Wolf, and Lioraʼs massive Demonic Bashe had completely neutralized Luteaʼs entire security detail, pinning the guards and maids firmly against the cold floor, completely immobilizing them, rendering them incapable of moving a single finger.

No one was going to follow Ren anywhere.

Luteaʼs highly indignant, muffled screams echoed rapidly down the corridor, growing fainter with every passing second.

”UNHAND ME! You insolent plebeian! Do you have any idea who I am?! Guards! GUARDS! Larissa, order this brute to put me down THIS INSTANT!”

Ren carried her casually down the sprawling hallway, entirely unbothered, marching with the steady gait of someone hauling a particularly loud kid, completely ignoring the Queen as she frantically kicked, screamed, and aggressively threatened him with gruesome executions she possessed zero capacity to enforce.

Back in the empty throne room, while the three girls effortlessly maintained absolute suppression over the terrified minions pinned to the floor, Larissa, who had formally authorized the chaotic extraction with a single nod, finally permitted herself a small, highly satisfied smile.

She trusted Ren completely…

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Ren never would have dared to lay a single finger on the Queen under normal circumstances. He required an absolute, unassailable justification to cross that line.

Physically manhandling the ʼwidowʼ of King Dragarion and explicitly kidnapping her right in front of her elite royal guard was the exact caliber of treasonous act that invited catastrophic political consequences. Ren was fundamentally a ʼgood boyʼ... Never reckless enough to unnecessarily manufacture political friction for Larissa and the rest of the Dravenholm lineage.

The sole reason he executed the maneuver was because Larissa had defended him with such fierce, unreserved intensity, physically positioning her own body between her mother and him. That profound defense practically granted him intrinsic authorization. Larissa had explicitly chosen a side, actively aligning with Ren against her own noble blood, and Ren decided that loyalty made his impending gamble entirely worthwhile.

Of course, intrinsic permission alone was insufficient for his peace of mind, which was exactly why he had proactively secured Larissaʼs explicit consent beforehand.

Now he possessed the operational freedom to execute the exact psychological intervention he realized was absolutely necessary; a final test to definitively ascertain if her warped aristocratic worldview was permanently incurable or if there was hope...