Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1177 - Taming the Old World - Adamantium Defense

Ren re-engaged his fusion, pushing the three-way synergy to its absolute peak power.

He summoned his five elemental crystals, locking them into a tight orbit around his chest. He flooded his rings with runes of raw ether, ignoring the burning sensation tearing through his veins.

By stacking these multipliers on top of one another, his overall operational output successfully pushed that same threshold used against the dragon, granting him the sheer power required to handle the materials.

But all that raw power wasnʼt enough to bend adamantium, that wasnʼt all he had used. He needed the lost key.

He tapped into the deeply buried, small well of Metal mana the 5 main elemental line beasts had opened together. (Ignatiusʼ Fenix (Fire), Selphiraʼs Genbu (Water), Siriusʼ Tiger (Wind and Metal Key), Victorʼs Qilin (Earth) and Dragarionʼs Azure Dragon (Wood).)

It was the mythical, forgotten element. An affinity that practically no one else on the entire planet could even perceive, let alone wield. Yet Ren possessed it. The bizarre, logic-defying neural pathways he had cultivated through his mushroom techniques had also forcefully doubled his baseline output of the lost element.

And finally, there was the most subtle, crucial advantage of all.

The colossal block of metal was, intrinsically, a product of his own creation.

It already carried his unique mana fingerprint. He had personally forged it in the suffocating heat of a volcanic stone floor, using his own mana to bind the earth and fire together. Because he was its creator, the hyper-dense atomic structure of the material somewhat recognized him too. It yielded to his specific frequency in a way it would absolutely never yield to another Tamer, not even a true Platinum-rank.

These three monumental pillars, the artificially forced Diamond-rank output, the mastery of the forgotten Metal element, and the intimate, molecular resonance of the creatorʼs mark, aligned perfectly in the dark.

The air in front of the castle gates began to warp and hum.

Ren didnʼt waste a single breath on hesitation, he released his grip on the spatial void.

He let the colossal block of pseudo-mythical-metal fall.

The impact sounded like a meteorite striking the earth. The sheer, logic-defying density of the alloy slammed into the flagstones, instantly pulverizing the cobblestone and burying the blunt base of the fragment deep into the bedrock. A massive shockwave rippled outward, shaking the ancient foundations of the castle walls and kicking up a suffocating cloud of pulverized rock.

It was a crude, brutal first anchor, but it held the mass perfectly in place.

Ren quickly evaluated the monstrous chunk of metal. It was too big.

He immediately began to shave off the excess material, separating the chunks that would eventually form the main chassis of the tower from the surplus. There was absolutely no tactical advantage to building a monolith larger than strictly necessary. A gargantuan tower would require a proportionally gargantuan amount of ether to operate, and right now, mana was the single most precious and scarce resource on the board.

He stored the trimmed fragments back into his shadow space together with the others from the fight. Together they were many but still werenʼt enough to forge a second tower, yet the hyper-dense alloy could be repurposed for future engineering projects.

And if all else failed, he always retained the deeply satisfying option of hurling a block of adamantium directly into a mutantʼs face.

Satisfied with the remaining mass, Ren raised his hands again, and the forging began.

The air hummed with a piercing metallic resonance. The crude, jagged block of alloy began to warp. The edges smoothed out, stretching upward toward the smoke-filled sky, taking on the sleek, unyielding silhouette of a defensive spire.

It was a breathtaking display of metal-architectural dominance. A monolithic body of material so stubbornly resilient that the concentrated breath of an ancient Fire Dragon had failed to melt it, now standing tall. It was no longer a makeshift hammer. It was a fortress.

By the time the final outer plates locked into their defensive configuration, Ren felt the familiar, hollow ache in his chest. He checked his internal reserves.

He was down to twenty percent of his maximum mana.

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He didnʼt stop.

A metal shell, no matter how indestructible, was just a wall. A true autonomous tower needed a beating heart.

Ren reached into his inventory and pulled out the absolute highest-quality organic materials he possessed. Massive, pulsating Platinum-rank roots, hyper-resilient vines, and the hardened bases of ancient ironwood trunks materialized in the ash-choked air. Using his mana, he guided the sprawling flora directly into the hollow, cavernous interior of the newly forged metal spire.

But this wasnʼt a simple matter of stuffing wood inside a steel pipe. It was a masterclass in bio-mechanical engineering.

He wove the living material into the most ruthlessly efficient, interlocking matrix he had ever designed. He coiled the thickest roots into massive, high-tension spirals, replicating the exact spring-loaded mechanism that granted his standard wooden towers their terrifying piercing force. He threaded the resilient vines through the outer metal chassis to serve as organic conduits, creating a circulatory system that would pump mana to every inch of the structure. He designed a layout that maximized the lethal potential of every single fiber.

When the internal architecture was perfectly aligned, Ren pushed his hands against the cold metal exterior and injected another ten percent of his remaining ether straight into the organic core.

He wasnʼt just feeding the wood; he was forcefully evolving it.

He pumped his aura into the Platinum-rank flora, aggressively reinforcing the structure until it shattered its natural biological ceiling. The roots darkened, taking on a crystalline, metallic sheen as they crossed the threshold into Diamond-rank density, perfectly matching the output of his current three-way fusion.

The wood hardened until it was virtually indistinguishable from the metal shell encasing it.

Platinum shine crystals were the last part to inject inside the matter, they had the functional Runes written deep inside their crystal body.

The structure was complete…

It was a dual-layered, hybrid monolith boasting genuine Diamond-tier attack power and impenetrable almost Adamantium rank defenses. It was an apex predator disguised as architecture.

Absolutely no wave of Platinum mutants was going to snap this construct in half like they had done to his old Silver-tier defenses.

His vision blurring slightly from the toll, Ren severed the combat fusion.

His aura vanished, leaving him standing in the settling dust as a mortal young man once again. He had exactly ten percent of his mana left, and he absolutely refused to spend it. He had learned through too many near-death experiences to never bleed his core completely dry.