Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Chapter 479 - Taming the Platinum Ring - 3

Zhao observed his surroundings with new eyes. The clearing, the medicinal grass, the Carrion Sprouts waiting patiently beneath the surface, the claw tree guarding its secrets in an almost closed "hand".

"What would you do here, boy?" Zhao asked aloud, studying the landscape with a new perspective.

The answer came gradually, like pieces of a puzzle fitting into place. It wasn’t about brute force or perfect stealth. It was about understanding the ecosystem well enough to become part of it.

Zhao thought about his options

The underground route was even worse than the sky.

He had considered entering the tunnels in previous rings for barely a few minutes before completely discarding the idea. There were 200 meters in Silver, 350 meters depth from Gold rank, and 500 meters in Platinum from which 50 meters would be dominated by beasts of the same rank as those on the surface.

The underground had some residual mana from the surface before reducing the mana level to 0 for around 100 meters and recovering it again doubled every 25 meters in depth...

All those beasts before resurging to the surface would be specialized in vibrations. Without earth beasts of his own, every step he took would be like ringing a giant bell announcing his presence. The Gold sprouts had already been dangerous, and dealing with the platinum version for the last 150 meters to the surface in Platinum 3 would be suicide.

"The Gold sprouts will detect me even before I reach 300 meters," he murmured, discarding the underground route. "Worse than the sky..."

He found himself sitting in the clearing next to the claw tree, observing the medicinal grass growing on the giant corpse. His mind spun, searching for options that simply didn’t exist.

"What would Ren do?" he asked aloud.

The boy always found solutions that, after analyzing them, were simple and based on the natural characteristics of beasts. Like the Cat Bear scent to confuse the Golden Noses. Like using knowledge of attack patterns to defeat stronger opponents...

The flying cats attacked moths because moths threatened the trees. But if something didn’t smell like a moth, if something smelled like something the cats instinctively avoided...

"When you can’t find the solution to the problem," he murmured, "the problem is in how you’re seeing things..."

Zhao looked at the medicinal grass with new eyes.

The smell had repelled the Playful Cat in the golden ring. But would it work against the Flying Cats of the platinum ring? There was only one way to find out.

"Completely crazy," he murmured as he began harvesting much more grass than he already carried in his backpack. "But all the best ideas seem like that first... Right?"

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Covering himself completely with medicinal grass was a somewhat uncomfortable experience for flying.

Zhao even crushed leaves until he created a thick paste that he applied to every centimeter of his exposed skin. The smell was overwhelming, medicinal, but with a bitter undertone that made his eyes water. His Mist Owl, fused with him, protested with nausea sensations he had to forcibly suppress.

The change was instantaneous and dramatic. The predator’s confident approach transformed into recoiling revulsion. Its wings beat frantically as it pulled back, its face contorting into an expression of such profound disgust that it was almost comical.

The cat let out a sound that was part hiss, part gag, and wheeled away so abruptly that it nearly collided with the second approaching feline.

The second cat, seeing its companion’s reaction, slowed its approach but continued forward with cautious curiosity. It got within fifteen meters before the smell hit it fully, and its reaction was even more violent. The creature performed what could only be described as an aerial retch, spinning away while making distressed sounds that echoed through the air.

The third cat, witnessing the fate of its companions, performed a wide circle around Zhao, testing the air currents. When a downdraft carried his scent upward, the cat immediately climbed higher, clearly determined to avoid whatever had caused such revulsion in the others.

"It works," Zhao whispered, barely able to believe his success. "It really works."

He flew through the cats’ surveillance network as if he were untouchable, protected by nothing more than medicinal grass and the understanding that sometimes the simplest solutions were the most effective.

The passage through their territory became almost surreal. Cats that had seemed determined to intercept him now actively avoided his flight path, creating gaps in their formation that allowed him to pass unchallenged. Some even fled to higher altitudes, abandoning their patrol routes entirely rather than risk exposure to his overwhelming stench.

As he approached the boundary to the second platinum ring, Zhao couldn’t help but smile despite his exhaustion and the awesome smell surrounding him.

"Ren," he murmured with genuine appreciation, "I’m definitely going to brag about this when I get back."