Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691: Chapter 691 - Taming the Fifth Year - Following - 3

"How do you know it’s the correct one?" the Strahlfang watcher asked, speaking for the first time since they’d crossed the bridge. His tone was skeptical, actively searching for inconsistencies that would prove outside assistance.

Ren looked at him briefly, expression patient in the way of someone explaining obvious things to someone willfully blind.

"Because the weaving pattern indicates it was built in the wet season and we’re in the dry season," he said, pointing to details that became visible once attention was directed properly. "The strands are spaced uniformly, which means transit route and not trap or defensive weaving. And..." he indicated marks almost invisible on the web, subtle differences in texture and color, "those are signs of dryness damage. What happens after ten years or more of exposure to elements."

"An abandoned transit route is exactly what we want," Zhao added from behind, clearly impressed despite having seen Ren’s expertise demonstrated before. Understanding the value of a path that weavers no longer actively maintained or defended.

The Strahlfang said nothing more in response, but wrote something in his notebook with deliberate strokes, ink marking paper with permanent record. since he was spewing knowledge that couldn’t be explained by learning from books.

Recording.

Documenting.

Searching for evidence of cheating that didn’t exist, that couldn’t exist because this was simply knowledge applied with precisión in a logical manner.

"Forward," Ren gestured toward the tunnel while fusing with his Wolverine, transformation smooth and practiced. "Stay together, don’t touch the walls because I’m going to keep treating them with elemental magic to facilitate our return. And if you hear movement..." he paused for emphasis, making sure they understood the importance, "run toward me, don’t break the tunnel by fighting incorrectly." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Why?" one of the newer members asked, nervousness evident in the question and the way his hand kept drifting toward his bond system in their chest.

"Because I know how to deal correctly with weavers," Ren responded simply, stating a fact without arrogance. "You don’t... But if you watch and learn you can do it on your own afterward."

And without further explanation or waiting for questions he couldn’t answer quickly, he entered the tunnel.

Sunlight disappeared almost immediately, replaced by diffuse glow that filtered through layers of silk. Light transformed and softened until it barely illuminated, creating twilight in what should have been midday. It was sufficient to see, but barely, vision reduced to shapes and shadows.

The rest of the team followed, some more reluctant than others, footsteps hesitant on silk floors that felt too organic underfoot.

The watcher entered last, only one bird still on his shoulder, the other presumably still circling above to maintain aerial surveillance of the area.

And outside, observing from distance with calculation in their eyes, the other teams looked at each other with silent communication passing between them.

If they could sabotage him without being caught...

If they could make his team fail while they succeeded through interference disguised as competition...

It was worth the risk of consequences they thought they could avoid through plausible deniability.

They began entering through other tunnels, dispersing into the white labyrinth with confidence born from numbers and hostile intent.

Hunters seeking prey they thought vulnerable in unfamiliar territory.

Without realizing that in weaver territory, in spaces built by predators who’d perfected ambush over evolutionary millennia...

They were the ones being trapped.

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The tunnel was wider than it seemed from outside, optical illusion created by silk walls that absorbed rather than reflected light.

Light filtered in diffuse white tones, creating an environment that was simultaneously beautiful and unsettling. Like walking through clouds made solid, through spaces that shouldn’t exist in nature.

Klein walked in the middle of the group, maintaining respectful distance from Ren ahead. The other three team members stayed close, their expressions varying between nervousness and fascination as they experienced something no textbook had prepared them for.

Zhao went in the rear guard alongside the Strahlfang watcher, both observing but not intervening in team dynamics or decision-making.

For now at least. Authority held in reserve.

Ren stopped in front of a section of the silk wall, touching it with his extended hand, palm flat against the surface.

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