Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons - Chapter 895 - Taming the Fifth Year - Attrition - Chaos

Chapter 895 – Taming the Fifth Year – Attrition – Chaos

The battle was far from finished.

Min still had his second beast available. And that beast would be his blue serpent that had been Min’s companion for 5 years already, a creature that had grown considerably and that had gained improved control in the base element it shared with the Amphibian: water.

Ren observed while Min prepared to invoke his serpent, his mind evaluating what he remembered about the creature’s capabilities.

The serpent was more agile than the Amphibian. Less defensive tank and more healing support or quick attacker. The water control it had developed was sophisticated for a Silver 3 beast, which was respectable if not exceptional. It was now Gold and Ren knew little about what was better in the new rank.

But Ren doubted Min had a better way to counteract the elemental weakness to wood than what he’d developed with his Amphibian. The cold technique had been a brilliant innovation requiring a boost, a capability the serpent didn’t possess because its specialization was different.

And the Wolverine had already completely prepared the field. The arena was covered with roots and vines that had survived the exchange with the Amphibian and that were now established deeply throughout the entire ground. More importantly, it had recovered considerable energy by absorbing mana from the Amphibian during the final moments. Its reserves were close to being complete thanks to the resource transfer from the defeated opponent.

Wolverine starting reserves… Essentially back to full capacity.

It was a setup favoring Ren almost ridiculously. The serpent would enter a field where the element to which it had its greatest weakness already dominated the terrain, facing an opponent that was fresh and prepared, almost improved by the previous exchange that had allowed it to set the “plant trap”.

Simple logic suggested victory would be quick and practically guaranteed unless Min revealed something completely unexpected that changed the dynamics as dramatically as the revelation of cold-manipulation capability had done.

Ren allowed a small smile to touch his lips while observing Min invoke his serpent with determination that hadn’t diminished despite the Amphibian’s loss. His friend wasn’t a person who surrendered easily when he could show off before people, and he probably had something planned even if the situation seemed unfavorable.

Min invoked the blue serpent with confidence that hadn’t reduced despite the Amphibian’s loss. But when the creature fully materialized in the arena, Ren noticed something immediately that was… different from what he remembered a few months ago.

The serpent had become strangely purple. It wasn’t the dark and ominous purple that Liora’s wisp fire was gradually adopting as it matured toward manifestation closer to the Bashe’s negative spiritual nature. It was a considerably lighter tone, almost lilac, a coloration mixing with the blue base in a manner creating an iridescent effect when light reflected off the scales.

It was a subtle but notable change for someone who had observed the beast’s development during most of its existence. Water serpents typically maintained consistent blue tones as they advanced through the ranks, with variation within the spectrum but rarely derivation toward different colors. And lilac suggested influence from some additional element mixing with the aquatic base, an alteration that could indicate specialized evolution or… something more experimental.

Ren felt a mental sigh forming as he processed that implication. Of course it would be Min who had a beast with anomalous coloration suggesting experimentation with the limits of what conventional cultivation that Ren recommended permitted.

Min had been one of the last to bring his main beast to Gold, very late, a lag that didn’t come from being the last to start but from… disorder. Something fundamental in how he approached most aspects of life.

He was an absolute chaos agent in the room he shared with Ren, Taro, and Liu. A living contrast with the other three who maintained organized personal spaces and structured routines.

They were always scolding him for leaving everything scattered around.

Clothes accumulating in corners. Study materials dispersed across his desk in a “disordered order” that only he could navigate. Equipment abandoned wherever he’d finished using it last instead of properly stored.

It was a constant source of minor friction that never escalated to serious conflict but that definitely tested his roommates’ patience.

Ren, Taro, and Liu maintained their room quarters with almost military order. Beds made every morning. Clothes folded or hung. Books arranged by subject or alphabetically. Equipment cleaned and stored in designated locations.

Min’s quarter looked like a hurricane had passed through and decided to take up permanent residence. Somehow his chaos never quite spilled into the others’ spaces, he had enough consideration for at least that, but within his own territory, entropy reigned supreme.

Min complained frequently that they were the weird ones and that normal people at that age weren’t so square, that teenagers should have a certain level of chaos instead of living like premature adults obsessed with perfect order.

Liu insisted that the best tamers by the nature of cultivation had to be orderly. Cultivation required discipline, discipline required structure and structure required order. Therefore: order equaled a tamer’s success. The logic was ironclad in Liu’s mind…

But Min argued there was sufficient time to become boring and structured when they were older, that the present was for experimentation and spontaneity. “We’ll have 200 years to be organized if we reach Gold rank,” he’d say. “Can’t I enjoy for like 10 more years before that?”

And honestly, in a certain way he had a valid point that the others recognized even though they didn’t admit it frequently and especially not in front of him.

For Ren, Taro, and Liu, Min was who gave flavor to the boring parts of the day. His random occurrences that interrupted the monotony of routine. His comments that made them laugh when tension became oppressive. Or simply providing someone to scold when they needed an outlet for some frustration that as young people they couldn’t appropriately direct toward other sources.

It was a strange but functional dynamic, a balance where Min’s chaotic personality provided necessary counterweight to the others’ ordered inclinations. Without him, the room would be considerably more boring even if it would also be cleaner and more organized.

And relevant to the present situation, Ren could understand why the serpent would have an unexpected color.