Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711: Chapter 711 - Taming the Fifth Year - Overwork

The delivery location was again a massive building on the academy outskirts, designed like others to receive and process materials but this was the one specifically for the three best schools during gathering exams.

Long rows of tables where evaluators reviewed, weighed, classified, and valued each delivered material.

By the third day the place would be full of overlapping conversations, crystals clinking, and beasts unloading backpacks like a chaotic but organized market.

For Ren’s team, this was their first time experiencing what happened when you were on Ren’s team.

But for Ren, this wasn’t new at all.

It was the same dilemma as last time.

So...

Ren scanned the place with experienced eyes, ignoring most of the tables. Instead, he headed directly toward the back, where a particular table was located in a quieter corner.

Away from the main flow of traffic. Where evaluators who he already knew could handle unusual materials or enormous quantities without losing their minds.

Three men worked there. One older with a gray beard, another middle-aged with glasses, and a young man who appeared to be an apprentice.

All three looked up when Ren approached.

And two went pale.

"No," the gray-bearded one muttered, recognition and horror mixing in his expression like someone watching their worst nightmare manifest in physical form. "It can’t be... We changed places for nothing."

"It’s him," the middle-aged one confirmed, removing his glasses to clean them nervously with shaking hands. "Patinder..."

The name carried weight.

Not fame exactly... Not here. Here was more like infamy among a very specific population of material evaluators who’d learned to dread certain students not because they did anything wrong but because they did everything too well.

"The one you told me about?" The young apprentice heard that name and remembered. "The ’just to be sure’ reason you hired me? But how bad can he be..."

The sentence trailed off as he saw his mentors’ expressions. The thousand-yard stare of men who’d survived horrors that couldn’t be adequately explained, only experienced.

"Six months without seeing you," Ren completed with a small smile that suggested he knew exactly what that expression meant and found it amusing. "Hello again."

The two men exchanged looks of shared suffering. They already knew what was coming.

A mountain of work, overtime hours and the endless classification of diverse materials that Ren would have brought in absurd quantities.

Last time it took four days of non-stop evaluation. Four days of weighing, measuring, testing quality, cross-referencing with market prices, calculating grades. Four days where they’d questioned their career choices and wondered if becoming farmers wouldn’t have been simpler.

And now he was back.

The gray-bearded one sighed deeply, resigned to his fate. Professional pride warring with the exhaustion that came just from anticipating what this would cost him.

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