Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Chapter 713 - Taming the Fifth Year - Before Losing Courage

The second trip passed more quickly now that they knew the exact path.

The marks Ren had left were easy to follow even in the semi-darkness of the tunnel. Perfect guides that eliminated all doubt about direction... Since blackish tunnels where trees had absorbed the mana-infused silk stood out clearly against the surrounding white.

Ren’s preparation transforming again an impossible terrain into a simple commute.

They reached Silver 1 ring without incidents, the spiders recognizing their previous passage and keeping their distance.

The massive weavers had learned. These humans weren’t prey to be ambushed. Weren’t intruders to be driven out. They were something else... attacking them would be a fatal mistake.

Mutual respect... The spiders stayed in their webs. The humans stayed on their path. Everyone was happy with the arrangement.

But just as they started to speed up their pace, they heard voices.

"Please! Help!"

"We’re trapped!"

The sounds echoed through tunnels, distorted by silk-covered walls and complex acoustics until determining exact direction became difficult.

It sounded desperate... The particular tone of people who’d been in danger long enough that hope was fading.

Ren sighed, recognizing the situation immediately.

But maybe it wasn’t a bad thing...

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They found two of the five teams that had originally followed them.

These were the ones who’d been trying to copy his strategy without really understanding how it worked. Like watching someone perform a complex technique and thinking you could replicate it by mimicking surface movements without grasping the underlying principles.

They found them at the beginning of Silver 1 ring, exhausted and fighting three weaver spiders.

The students looked terrible. Clothing torn from brushing, faces pale with fatigue and fear. Movements sluggish from hours of constant tension and adrenaline crashes. Their beasts were in similar condition...

The spiders circled them with the patience of predators who understood their prey was already beaten. No rush to attack. Just steady pressure, waiting for the inevitable moment when exhaustion became too much and defense collapsed.

But they were yet to be in real danger, the tutor and watcher were still there. And Ren decided to help anyway, so a minute later...

"How did you end up here?" Ren asked after having dispersed the spiders with a casual pulse of wind mana.

"We tried to follow your strategy," one of the leaders admitted, shame coloring his voice. "But we got lost after trying to go over the top... We came down and found these kids from another team who’d tried to break through walls and they explained it wasn’t possible... We’ve been going in circles for hours trying to find the exit."

The confession showed the recognition that they had ended understanding too late that what looked simple when Ren did it was actually the result of preparation, knowledge, and capability they didn’t possess.

The two tutors and two watchers assigned to these groups sighed and made faces like they were trying to "show patience" to the poor kids to avoid helping and disqualifying them for incompetence... But in reality, they wouldn’t be able to find the exit easily either.

The adults were almost as lost as the students. The three-dimensional nature of weaver forests defeated normal navigation techniques.

"And our backpacks are barely half full," another added miserably, gesturing to the pathetically light loads. "There are only small patches of good quality. It’s too difficult to find decent fabric."

Because they didn’t understand the aging process. Didn’t recognize which silk had undergone proper maturation versus which was too fresh or too degraded. Couldn’t identify the optimal zones where humidity and mana concentration created ideal conditions.

They’d been randomly cutting whatever decent silk they found, quantity over quality, hoping volume would compensate for inferior product.

It wouldn’t.

Ren observed them for a long moment, calculation running behind his eyes.

Helping them would cost time. Time they could spend gathering more silk, maximizing their own profit. The pragmatic choice was to show them the black tunnels and point them toward the exit and leave them to manage on their own.

But they could also be leverage... Extra carrying capacity.

And leaving students alone when he could easily extract them felt wrong....

He sighed again.

"We’ll get you out," he decided. "But you’re going to carry."

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