I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 111: Elite!

The battlefield raged like a storm unending. Cries of warriors clashing steel, roars of beasts, and the cries of the wounded filled the air like a cursed symphony. In the center of this chaos stood Aamir, his breathing heavy but eyes blazing with unwavering determination.

He was drenched in sweat and blood — not all his own — but his spirit hadn’t dimmed. Every time he slashed his blade, another enemy fell. But the numbers kept growing.

"Damn... they’re endless," Aamir muttered, glancing at the enemy army advancing like a swarm. His gaze hardened. "Seenu! Wait—wait a second. I need backup. I’ve got something in mind... something that can change everything!"

Seenu, who had just thrown a soldier into the dirt with a fiery punch, turned his head.

"What are you trying to pull now, Aamir?" he asked, breathing hard, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"You’ll see. Just give me a minute! Hold the line!"

Seenu gave a tired smile.

"Alright, alright! I’ve got your back."

Aamir called out, "Kunal! Meera! Raj! Over here, now!"

The trio, all panting but still fighting with everything they had, rushed over. They surrounded Aamir in a defensive formation while Seenu and the rest fought on the frontlines.

Aamir stood in the center and closed his eyes.

"Appraisal."

A translucent blue screen lit up in front of his eyes. Scanning the area... it flickered for a moment, then displayed hidden data:

[Hidden Beasts Detected Underground: 17]

[Species: Earthcrawlers, Shadow Hounds, and Burrowing Serpents]

Aamir’s lips curled into a smirk. "Perfect."

"System!" he commanded, "Change Title: Beast Master."

The moment he confirmed the title, a crimson light erupted from his chest, enveloping a ten-meter radius around him. It wasn’t just light — it was domain energy. His aura roared like a beast awakened.

"Activate Skill: Beast Lord’s Domain."

The air turned dense. An invisible pressure spread out like a wave, and Aamir felt something new... something primal. He could sense every heartbeat, every breath, every twitch of life within his domain.

"System, mark all beasts in range. I want control."

[All beasts in 10-meter radius are now marked. You may command them at will.]

Meera’s hands trembled.

"W-what’s happening to him...?"

Raj whispered,

"His aura changed... He’s not just a warrior anymore."

On the frontlines, Seenu roared, fighting off three enemies at once. "Aamir, now would be a good time to do whatever the hell you’re planning!"

Aamir opened his eyes, a savage smile on his lips.

"Guys, fall back for a second. I’ve got this."

They obeyed without hesitation. The enemy soldiers, confused by their retreat, didn’t attack. They stood still, watching the black-haired boy walking toward them like a god of death.

One soldier from Calonia sneered.

"Hah! What now, boy? Gonna cry?!"

But then, the ground... shook.

Cracks split the battlefield beneath their feet.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

From beneath the earth, the first beast emerged — a giant Earthcrawler, its fangs glistening with venom. Then another — a Shadow Hound leaping into the sky — and another. Seventeen beasts burst from the cracks in synchronized fury.

"Attack!" Aamir commanded.

The beasts obeyed instantly, rushing into the Calonian forces like a hurricane of claws and fangs.

Seenu’s eyes widened.

"How the hell did you do that?!"

Aamir, still glowing, replied calmly,

"I’ll explain later. For now — we fight!"

Meanwhile...

On another side of the battlefield, two monsters clashed with unstoppable force — Haider Ali and Michael.

Their fists cracked the earth. Blades sang. Magic collided.

Michael grinned, blood on his lips.

"You’re strong, Haider Ali. But this time... I’m going to win!"

Haider Ali clenched his fist.

"I can’t afford to lose either. Where’s that old hag you serve? Why hasn’t she shown up?"

Michael snarled.

"I don’t care. I’m here to win this war!"

With a shout, he lunged again.

On the eastern edge of the battlefield...

King Veerendra stood tall, cloak fluttering in the wind.

He narrowed his eyes.

"I know you’re here... Come out already, Ivanka."

A ripple in the air.

Ivanka appeared like a phantom, her killing intent sharp as a blade.

"I’ll kill you here and now, Veerendra. Then, I’ll burn Aryavrata to the ground."

Veerendra scoffed.

"You think too highly of yourself. As King of Aryavrata, I won’t let that happen."

Ivanka lunged. The ground beneath her feet shattered from her speed. She threw a punch toward his chest—fast and deadly.

But—

Veerendra caught it.

"I can see you easily," he said coldly.

Back to Aamir...

His beasts were wreaking havoc, pushing back hundreds of enemy troops.

But then—

Boom!

The sky darkened for a moment.

From above, ten figures descended.

Six men. Four women. Each one exuding terrifying presence.

The ground shattered beneath them as they landed. Without a word, they began slicing through Aamir’s beasts with inhuman precision.

Aamir’s eyes widened.

"Who... are they?"

One soldier from Aryavrata shouted, "That’s them! That’s the Calonian Elite Squad!"

Kunal’s face darkened.

"They’re the strongest warriors of Calonia... A team of monsters."

Aamir’s system pinged.

[Mission Alert: Defeat the Calonian Elite]

[Reward: ???]

Aamir gritted his teeth.

"Again with the question marks! Can’t you just tell me for once?"

No reply.

"Fine," Aamir said, eyes burning with determination.

"No matter who they are... I’ll defeat them."

"Let’s go!"

The battlefield trembled again — this time, not from footsteps or beasts, but from something far more terrifying.

A surge of energy. Unfiltered. Untamed. Unstoppable.

In the heart of the chaos, Haider Ali finally drew his blade.

The sword glimmered under the sunlight, but it was what followed that shook the world.

"Now," Haider Ali said, his voice calm but absolute, "let’s get serious."

As the last word left his mouth, an unseen pressure exploded outward.

WHOOOOOOM.

A wave of power burst from his body, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave. Warriors on both sides fell to their knees, gasping for breath. Some vomited. Others passed out from the sheer pressure.

Even those far away could feel it — a sensation like being crushed under an invisible mountain.

"T-This... this pressure!" a soldier cried, trembling, clutching his chest as he collapsed.

Another reached out to the nearest officer.

"What is this?! Is this... adrenaline energy? No, no... this is beyond that... It must be—"

"—at Conqueror Level!" someone screamed.

Indeed, it was no ordinary aura.

This was Haider Ali’s Adrenaline Energy, enhanced to a level only a handful could ever reach — Conqueror Rank.

A storm of wind spiraled around him, tearing chunks of ground from beneath his feet. His eyes gleamed, focused solely on the man standing across from him — Michael.

Michael’s smile widened. His black armor shimmered with dark energy.

"Well, well... Haider Ali. That’s impressive," he said.

"But you’re not the only one who’s been holding back."

Michael raised his hand, and with a breath, unleashed his own Adrenaline Energy.

The air screamed.

Lightning crackled in the sky as two titanic energies collided in the center — crimson and obsidian, swirling into a vortex of raw destruction.

The clouds above twisted. The earth between them cracked like glass.

Aamir, who was still fighting the Calonian elites on the other side, froze for a moment.

He turned his head, and when his eyes fell upon the distant clash of titans... he staggered.

"What the hell..." he whispered, panting.

His hands trembled. His heart pounded. "This much power... I can feel it even from here...!"

The sheer intensity of their auras made him feel like an ant staring at giants.

"I’m still too weak," he admitted, bitterness curling in his throat.

"Even with the system, even with the domain... I’m not even close to their level."

He clenched his fists.

But he didn’t despair.

Instead... he remembered why he was fighting.

He looked at Seenu, still holding off enemies with fire-coated fists.

At riya, casting barrier after barrier to protect their people.

At Raj and Kunal, standing firm even in front of the Elite Squad.

"I may be weak now..." Aamir muttered, raising his head.

"...But I won’t stay weak forever."

He readied himself.

The ground cracked beneath Aamir’s feet as he leapt forward.

"Well then," he muttered, eyes locked on the enemy, "let’s deal with these so-called Elites."

He charged straight toward the nearest one — a tall, lean man with long white hair tied behind and sharp golden eyes. The man looked older, perhaps in his late sixties, but there was something dangerous in the way he stood, calm and collected.

Despite his age, there wasn’t a trace of frailty in him. His body was honed, his stance firm, and his gaze cold.

Aamir’s fist shot forward like a cannon.

WHAM!

The old man didn’t flinch.

He raised his hand and caught Aamir’s punch effortlessly.

Aamir’s eyes narrowed.

"Hmm?"

The old man looked at him, lips twitching into the faintest smile.

"You’ve got quite the strength for someone so young."

Aamir grinned.

"Same goes for you, old man."

Suddenly — Aamir’s stance shifted.

He took a deep breath, the crimson energy in his veins pulsating.

"Pulse Fortress Style — First Form: Iron Barrage!"

His fists moved like a blur.

Left. Right. Left. Elbow. Knee. Palm strike. Sweep. Punch again.

Each blow followed a rhythm, like a drumbeat of destruction.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dust rose as the ground cracked beneath their feet from the sheer force of the assault.

But...

The old man dodged. Every. Single. Attack.

With calm, precise movements, he weaved through the flurry of blows like wind slipping through fingers.

His footwork was elegant yet efficient, and every time Aamir’s fist came close, he either parried with minimal movement or simply wasn’t there.

"You’re fast... and skilled," the old man said. "But not fast enough."

CRACK!

Aamir felt a sharp pain as the old man’s palm struck his ribs in a counterattack. He stumbled back, coughing once.

"Tch—"

He wiped blood from his mouth, then smiled.

"You’re fast too... But I learn quick."

The old man raised a brow. "Do you now?"

Aamir’s feet slid into a new stance. His eyes sharpened, reading the old man’s movements this time.

"Pulse Fortress Style — Second Form: Adaptive Rhythm."

This time, Aamir moved slower — but smarter.

He began analyzing the old man’s footwork, watching the slight shifts in balance, the moments he chose to dodge left instead of right.

Each failed punch was a lesson.

And Aamir was a quick learner.

[Chapter Ends]

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