Beast Tamer Era: Capturing SSS-ranks with the Strongest Taming System Chapter 60: The Way to Heal the World

From the seven Bronze Rank fiends he killed just now and the many Iron Rank fiends he killed back in the valley, Ray received 7 low-level fiend cores and a hundred lowest-level fiend cores respectively.

Ray kept 50 lowest-level fiend cores and 3 low-level fiend cores. He gave the rest to Naless, saying, "The extra is for helping back then when I was surrounded by the Iron and Bronze Rankers of the Ash Legionaries."

He had desired to repay him since then. Now that he had repaid him, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders.

Naless revealed a satisfied smile.

"You know how to be grateful."

"Where are you going?" Ray asked as Naless turned to leave. But the direction he was heading in wasn’t the exit of the Sli Nest, but its depths.

Naless stopped in his tracks. He didn’t turn around. His back faced Ray as he replied in a calm and confident tone, but the words he uttered were so shocking they couldn’t be less given weight than the thunderous rumbling of the sky.

"To seal the dinsional rift."

Ray’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Dinsional rifts can be sealed shut?"

Naless nodded curtly, looking over his shoulder.

"There’s a technique called Stitches. It uses soul power to create needles and threads with extre healing effects. Their healing effects can close wounds on anybody, even the planet itself. The dinsional rifts are the wounds marking it. Thus, Stitches can be used to close gaps in space and heal the world, restoring it to its original state when it wasn’t dotted by entrances to the holands of the demonic creatures!" Naless revealed.

Ray had always wondered what lay behind dinsional rifts, and now his question was answered!

’As expected of the legacy student of the Shattering Mother.’ Ray thought, ’He knows things that aren’t publicly known. The truth about the dinsional rift is interesting, to say the least, as interesting as knowing that behind the vortex lies the Tower of Enlightennt, a place full of challenges and treasures.’

Certain matters never left the noble circles. Thus, commoners that made up the vast majority of the population remained unaware of it.

These facts were ntioned in the Tales of the Dark Age and the History of the Leon Kingdom. These books were restricted to nobles. Commoners couldn’t get them even if they had money. Selena gave it to Ray because he had brought her a great deal of business and she found him pleasant to the eye. Hunters were very rare; not every mortal had the gall to head out in the wilderness to make a fortune. Only so did, most of them were fools who had overestimated their capabilities. Such fools usually ended up dead. Only a few of them managed to make a na for themselves. Even then they faced the risk of becoming the target of so jealous and spoiled noble’s envy and losing their wealth and life.

Anyways.

Ray hadn’t had the ti to thoroughly read the four books Selena had given him, so until now he was unaware that behind dinsional rifts rested the holands of demonic creatures. Otherwise, things would have been different. He wouldn’t have been so amazed by such simple facts.

He wasn’t to be blad. It was all Ashclaw’s fault that he didn’t get to finish those four books Selena had gifted him.

Fun fact, if he hadn’t sched against him, the tal Sli King wouldn’t have ended up in Ray’s possession!

As for why Ray believed Naless was the Shattering Mother’s legacy student, it was simple to explain.

Legacy students were those who were taught the ultimate techniques of their teachers.

The Shattering Finger was the Shattering Mother’s signature move. Since she had taught Naless that, what could he be if not her legacy student?

"Whoever created Stitches must be a renowned genius," Ray praised sincerely. The ability to heal a person’s wounds was simple. But the ability to heal the world’s wounds? Now that was sothing else!

"My father is more than just world famous," Naless internally throught, ’He is the sturdiest wall standing between the extinction and survival of the human race.’

"Your father?" Ray felt curious. "Who is he?"

"Guess," Naless said with a sleazy smile.

"Not guessing." Ray waved his hands, "I am not guessing."

"Then you are going to remain in the dark because I am not going to tell you," Naless laughed while going away.

Ray chased after him. "Do you know where the Sli Nest’s dinsional rift is?"

Naless shook his head. "I don’t."

"Are you planning to roam blindly until you find it?" Ray asked.

"That’s the plan."

Naless nodded at Ray’s words.

"Why? Do you have a better way?"

In response, Ray nodded.

He had a map that could show his surrounding terrains.

Using it, they easily found the Sli Nest’s dinsional rift.

Vroom!

The two stood before a gaping black hole before Naless pulled out a shrieking lantern.

On its surface, countless terrified faces were drawn.

Each face represented a captured and tornted soul.

Naless was good to his people, but cruel to anyone he saw as an enemy. He wouldn’t even spare their souls if it could benefit him.

The expressions on those faces twisted even further as Naless burned them to soul power using the lantern’s fla. The soul power produced this way was used to power up Stitches and seal the dinsional rift.

Ray watched in amazent as, under Naless’s extrely dexterous hands, needles with pale white threads crisscrossed the dinsional rift, pulling it closer and closer until it was like a thin slit in space. Naless gave the needles one final tug and even that tiny gap closed.

"It’s done," Naless said, his hair was damp and sweat dripped down his brow. His back was also drenched.

"It seems like using Stitches tires you out," Ray said.

"You got that right." Naless explained, "Stitches strains you both ntally and physically. The more you use it, the closer you will get to collapsing."