Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons - Chapter 734

Chapter 734: Chapter 734 – Taming the Fifth Year – Stars of the Past – 2
The “Sacrifice Ruins” or “Frontier Ruins” as they called them, were still today a mostly secret and respected dangerous place.

Their ancient security mechanisms were more complex, more lethal, more… deliberate. As if they weren’t designed to guard wealth like the others.

But to guard something that only the truly powerful should manage.

Or know.

Maybe knowledge too dangerous for those who lacked strength to wield it responsibly. Secrets that would corrupt weaker minds or destroy those who tried to use them without proper preparation.

The Starweaver’s one was a ruin that had two clearly defined sections. Two ways to enter. Two paths that eventually converged in… something.

Nobody knew what.

The vast Starweaver territory had divided those two tasks. The Day faction took one path. The Night faction took the other.

Each advancing through trials on their side, breaking barriers when they reached necessary power or solving riddles when they found the keys.

Slow but steady progress.

The approach had been working. Methodical advancement through challenges designed to be overcome gradually. Centuries-old security that yielded to patience and proper preparation.

Until the Night faction grew desperate.

THE DESPERATION

Luna never knew exactly what drove them.

Maybe it was ambition. The hunger for power that consumed some nobles until nothing else mattered. Until family and honor and basic decency became obstacles to overcome rather than values to uphold.

Maybe it was hidden rivalry with the Day faction that was born when Sirius became a double. Jealousy at his success… Resentment that he’d achieved what they couldn’t. The kind of petty envy that festered in darkness until it became poison.

Maybe it was simply impatience with a process that had taken decades without concrete results. Frustration at following rules when breaking them seemed faster.

But the decision was made.

If they couldn’t advance through conventional means, they’d seek another.

They’d excavate around the barriers. Search for alternative entrances. Force access to places clearly not designed to be accessed yet.

They even ended up excavating on the side that corresponded to Sirius…

Violating territory that wasn’t theirs. Breaking agreements that had held for generations.

And there they found something.

A chamber.

Deep and hidden under layers of ancient stone that had taken months to penetrate.

An entrance the Starweavers definitely weren’t ready for.

Because guarding it was a beast.

A black wolf… Massive.

But it wasn’t a normal wolf.

It had wings and draconic scales covering parts of its dark fur. Eyes that shone with unnatural intelligence and pure power that made the air heavy just from its presence.

Platinum rank.

It was what ancient texts called a “dragon egg”. The intermediate phase where a powerful monster prepared to enter the domain of the truly invincible.

Not a true dragon yet… Still beatable.

Dragarion would have eliminated it alone, without exaggerated effort. Would have treated it as challenging but manageable opponent rather than existential threat.

But they didn’t tell him.

Didn’t tell Dragarion.

Didn’t tell Selphira.

Didn’t even tell Sirius.

Instead, for reasons Luna never fully understood, they sought cooperation from House Goldcrest.

Maybe it was because Orion had married Lady Lyzea, a high Goldcrest noble. Political connections that could be useful when facing something this dangerous.

Maybe it was something more. Something related to Sirius, to a rivalry between brothers that Luna was too young to comprehend.

Or the kind of petty politics that made people make catastrophically stupid decisions because pride mattered more than safety.

Nobody knew.

But the result was clear.

They organized a secret “discreet expedition” with nobles from both houses and numerous Gold-rank Tamers.

And they attempted to kill the wolf.

THE BATTLE

The rumbling was what alerted Sirius.

Luna remembered it vividly. She was playing in the gardens when the ground shook. When the sound of monstrous roars and mana explosions echoed from the depths.

The kind of sounds that made your bones vibrate. That spoke of forces being unleashed that shouldn’t be unleashed in confined spaces near civilian populations.

Her mother had appeared from nowhere, grabbing her and carrying her to the most protected and guarded room in the castle.

“Keep yourself safe,” Lykea had ordered, her voice tense in ways Luna had never heard before. Fear breaking through the happy face her mother always maintained. “Okay? No matter what, don’t leave.”

She’d left ten of the best guards there and went running toward where Sirius had gone first.

♢♢♢♢

Sirius arrived at the location, his celestial white tiger already manifested, Gold 2 power radiating like a furious sun.

The kind of power that should have been overwhelming. That should have made lesser beings cower. That represented the peak of what most tamers ever achieved.

But…

“What the fuck did you awakened?” he’d roared upon seeing the scene.

The draconic wolf destroying nobles like they were toys. Bodies everywhere. Blood on the ancient chamber walls.

Orion was dirty and bleeding, with his own celestial tiger fighting desperately.

Not the composed noble who visited for dinners. But someone terrified, fighting for survival against something that outclassed him completely.

Lyzea, his wife, trying to coordinate the survivors’ attacks with her black serpent positioning her in shadow jumps.

Her elegant composure shattered. Golden hair matted with blood and dust. Eyes wide with the kind of fear that came from watching people die and knowing you might be next.

And all of it being insufficient.

The wolf was too strong. Too fast. Every attack it received only seemed to enrage it more.

Platinum-rank durability making Gold-rank attacks feel like insect bites. Annoying but not enough to actually do real harm to something operating on an entirely different scale of power.

Sirius had assessed the situation in seconds.

Seen the bodies, counted the survivors and calculated odds that kept getting worse with each passing moment as exhaustion wore down defenders while the wolf seemed inexhaustible.

And made a decision.

He couldn’t beat it alone, not even as Gold 2 double. The power gap was still large.

Platinum 1 wasn’t just 10 times stronger than Gold 1, it had 10 times better defense, speed, perception, it was 10 times as vigorous… it was qualitatively different.

But if he bought time…

That was something he could do.

That was something he would do.

Because that’s what it meant to be the head of the Day faction. To be the one people relied on when everything else failed.

Sirius charged.

His white tiger roaring defiance against impossible odds. Light mana blazing bright enough to banish shadows in the deep chamber.

And the real battle began.