I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 114: The War Isn’t Over Yet

The battlefield lay in ruins—cracked ground, broken hills, ash dancing with the wind. It was once a valley, now a war-torn graveyard. Aamir stood at the center, his clothes torn, his breath steady. But his body—his body was changing.

From his body, a surge of golden-red energy erupted like a raging sun. The very earth beneath his feet cracked and shattered, struggling to contain the monstrous force leaking from his core.

Across from him, an aged warrior from the Calonian Elite, his robes torn and staff still smoldering from previous clashes, watched with wary interest.

"Hmph... So, you do have something hidden under your sleeves."

The old man grinned, but even he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Aamir’s body twitched.

Then, everything changed.

Hair—glimmering gold—burst out across his body. His muscles bulged and expanded. His height grew. Fangs elongated from his widening jaw. A tail slithered out from his back, snapping like a whip. And then—

Two enormous wings tore through his back.

His legs twisted and morphed, taking the muscular shape of a tiger’s haunches. His arms bristled with both fur and patches of glimmering, draconic scales. Long, jagged claws emerged from his fingertips. His eyes—once human—were now glowing, feral.

A beast. No—something more. A being not meant to exist.

A system notification flashed in front of his vision:

[CHIMERA FORM ACTIVATED]

All Stats Boosted by 100%

Duration: 5 minutes

Emotion Dampening: 50%

"Chimera form...?" Aamir blinked at the screen.

A voice echoed inside his head—Luman, the AI guardian of his system.

"Just like it sounds. You’re now... less human. Emotions will barely register. You’ll think clearer, move faster. But this power has a price."

"So... this is the cost of strength," Aamir muttered, feeling nothing—no excitement, no hesitation. Just pure focus.

He looked up.

"Then let’s get this over with."

The old man squinted at him and smirked.

"So, kid. You done with your little show? Ready to actually fight?"

"I’m ready. Are you?"

"Ready for wha—"

BOOM.

In a blink, Aamir vanished.

Before the old man could react, a fist collided with his gut, sending him flying like a broken doll. The pressure alone cracked his ribs. Blood burst from his mouth.

"Wh-What... How did his strength...!?"

"It’s like... he just ascended a whole tier!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The old warrior trembled as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Impressive. I’ll admit it. You’re no ordinary boy."

"I’m done talking." Aamir shot forward, golden-red wings flapping with thunderous force.

"Sorry, old man. But this is where it ends."

The elder’s eyes widened. He tried to dodge.

Too slow.

Aamir’s clawed hand pierced his chest, crushing bones like dry twigs. The man screamed in agony, coughing blood.

"P-Please... Give me a quick death...!"

Aamir stared into his eyes, voice like a storm.

"You were a worthy opponent... So I’ll grant your wish."

He grabbed the man’s chest and tore it open, his claws ripping through with savage grace.

The body dropped, lifeless.

"I killed him... so brutally." Aamir looked down at his own hands.

"Yet I feel... nothing. No guilt. Only... pleasure?"

"That," Luman said, "is what the emotion dampening does. That’s what it means to become Chimera."

Aamir took a deep breath.

"Then from now on—I’ll only use this form when I must. This power... isn’t something to use freely."

He turned to the battlefield.

Then, with a mighty flap, he soared into the sky.

"So this... is what flying feels like."

He remembered the stories—how people used Adreno Arts or magic to fly. But this was different. This was his.

His eyes locked onto a fleeing elite. In a flash, he grabbed him by the neck and flew higher.

"Hey... do you know how to fly?"

The elite’s face turned pale.

"N-No! Please don’t—!"

"Well... that’s unfortunate."

"You said ’leave me’, so I will."

He let go.

The man plummeted, screaming, disappearing into a red mist upon impact.

One by one, Aamir hunted them.

He tore through the remaining elites like a beast on a rampage. No mercy. No pause.

When it was done, he stood alone in the blood-soaked field.

Everyone watched him—stunned, awed, terrified.

"W-What... What is he?"

[All 10 Calonian Elites Defeated]

Reward: Level Up by 2

All Skills: +1 Level

All Titles: +1 Level

All Classes: +1 Level

Aamir’s eyes widened.

"These rewards... this is insane. But... I only killed five of them directly."

His heart pounded.

[CHIMERA FORM DEACTIVATED – Duration Over]

[Skill Cooldown: 2 Hours]

He blinked. His body was back to normal, yet he barely noticed the transformation.

The air shifted.

Meanwhile, across the field—

Haider Ali and Michael’s blades clashed like gods at war.

"Let’s end this," Haider growled, stepping back.

He raised his sword, golden energy swirling into it like a maelstrom.

"ZULFIKAR’S JUDGEMENT!"

A double-headed golden arc tore through the battlefield. Michael raised his sword in defense—but the divine attack shattered his blade, piercing through his chest with radiant fury.

Michael fell.

Dead.

Aryavrata’s army erupted into a roar of triumph.

"WE DID IT!!"

Aamir flew down and landed beside Haider.

"Master! We won! All that’s left are the weaker ones—"

But Haider raised his hand. His face was grim.

"No, Aamir... It’s not over. Look ahead."

Aamir turned.

And what he saw made his stomach drop.

"What the hell...?"

An army.

Marching toward them—five times larger than their own. Dust clouds rising behind them like storm fronts.

A sensory mage dashed over, pale-faced.

"General! We have a new army approaching—75,000 soldiers! Thousands at Grandmaster-tier, hundreds at Legend-tier... and five at Conqueror-tier! A new general leads them—stronger than Michael!"

Haider Ali’s voice was calm.

"How long for reinforcements?"

"Two hours, sir!"

Haider clenched his fists.

"Can you link me to all units?"

"Only for 40 seconds!"

"Good enough."

The mage cast his spell. A faint glow connected every soldier to Haider’s voice.

"LISTEN WELL! This is General Haider Ali speaking! THE WAR IS NOT OVER!"

"A massive force is heading our way—75,000 strong! I know what you’re thinking—’We’re outnumbered’. And you’re right."

"BUT THIS IS WAR!"

"We hold the line for two hours. JUST two hours! Reinforcements will come. We do not run. We do not yield. FIGHT! For your homes! For your families! FOR ARYAVRATA!"

The connection broke.

Haider turned to Aamir.

"Are you ready for the real battle now?"

Aamir nodded, eyes burning.

"Yes, Master. Let’s hold this line. Together."

The battlefield still echoed with the clash of blades and cries of the dying. As the dust began to settle around the bodies of fallen Calonian elites, Haider Ali’s voice echoed across the battlefield, reaching every corner.

His message thundered through the minds of the remaining Aryavratan warriors.

"A new enemy force approaches! Hold the line for two hours! Reinforcements are on the way! FIGHT!"

Not far away, five young warriors stood surrounded by the last remnants of enemy resistance. Seenu, Kunal, Raj, Riya, and Meera had just finished clearing a group of enemies when they heard the message.

Kunal’s brows furrowed, his expression darkening. He immediately turned toward the distant frontlines.

"What the hell did he just say?"

"Aamir’s position..." Seenu muttered. "Come on!"

They rushed across the blood-soaked terrain, dashing through broken formations and corpses, until they finally reached Haider Ali and Aamir—both standing like mountains before a rising storm.

"Aamir!" Kunal called out, out of breath.

"Is it true? Another army...?"

Aamir didn’t blink. His face was calm but fierce.

"Yes. Stronger. Larger. And not just Calonia this time."

Kunal clenched his fists, a flicker of violet light appearing in his eyes.

"Then I guess I’ll have to rely on these eyes more than ever."

A subtle smile flickered across Aamir’s lips.

"I trust you, Kunal."

Seenu cracked his knuckles, fire dancing around his palms.

"Don’t worry, we’ll do it. Together."

"We’re not going down today," Raj said, standing tall with blood-soaked blades.

"Not before we make them pay."

Meera and Riya nodded in unison, their eyes burning with resolve.

Now, seven warriors stood at the front, side by side. Haider Ali. Aamir. Kunal. Seenu. Raj. Meera. Riya.

The dust on the horizon thickened. The air trembled. Then, the second enemy army emerged—armored soldiers with crimson eyes, drumming their shields, marching in a rhythm that sent shivers down every spine.

And among their ranks...

A new flag fluttered in the wind.

Black. Silver. Fanged dragon symbol.

Haider Ali narrowed his eyes.

"That’s... the Valkorian flag."

Gasps spread through the Aryavratan lines.

"They’ve joined Calonia?!" Meera whispered in disbelief.

Haider’s voice turned grim.

"The Valkorian Empire is infamous across continents. Their soldiers are known for their brutality. They don’t spare anyone—not even children."

Aamir’s face darkened.

"So this is the path they’ve chosen. To side with tyrants and murderers."

He clenched his fists, a subtle growl escaping his throat.

"This is beyond shameful. This... is unforgivable."

The wind howled between the two armies. Tension thickened like a storm cloud. But far beyond the central battlefield, a far more devastating clash unfolded...

Outskirts of the Battlefield

Mountains cracked. Rivers boiled.

Two figures moved with speed and power that warped the air itself.

King Veerendra of Aryavrata, his royal armor gleaming under the sun, stood locked in combat with the infamous Ivanka Bloodthorn, the Valkorian war goddess draped in red.

Their clash shook the world.

Blades of pure energy and magic slammed into each other with every strike.

"I warned you, Ivanka!" Veerendra roared, his voice shaking the valley.

"You will regret the day you sided against Aryavrata!"

"Save your breath, old king!" Ivanka hissed, her red eyes glowing with madness.

"You won’t live long enough to see regret!"

She lunged.

He countered.

Their fists collided.

A shockwave burst from the impact—flattening forests, splitting mountains, and ripping the sky.

The battle of nations and legacies had just begun.

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