I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 205: Shamrock’s Arrival

The forest seemed to hold its breath.

Aamir’s blade hovered over the Beast, its crimson aura burning hotter than ever.

Every muscle in his body screamed, his senses straining to the limit.

The Beast shrieked, thrashing violently, smoke and shadows swirling around it like a living storm.

It had bled, it had weakened—but Aamir could feel the raw, unholy power still coiling within.

He stepped forward, ready to strike.

The world narrowed to the swing of his sword, the rhythm of his heartbeat, the focus of every ounce of energy he had cultivated.

And then—

A chill washed over him, sharper than the coldest night on the Vampire Planet.

From above, a figure descended.

Slowly, deliberately.

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. The aura was familiar—familiar yet twisted.

Not the Beast. Not Seemus. Something... else.

Shamrock.

The air around him shimmered like a mirage, body half-human, half-monster.

Red veins pulsed beneath pale, almost translucent skin, while elongated claws glinted in the dim light.

His eyes were sharp, crimson, unyielding, like twin slivers of a predator’s soul.

A wing-like membrane stretched across his back, tattered but full of terrifying potential.

The faint hum of dark energy rippled outward, and the forest quivered beneath his presence.

Aamir froze. Not out of fear, but calculation.

He could feel it—the Beast’s attention had snapped to Shamrock, but its influence hadn’t waned.

It hissed, snapping jaws and claws, eyes darting, as though unsure whether to fight or obey.

Shamrock landed lightly on a mound of roots, the ground cracking beneath his feet anyway.

His gaze met Aamir’s, a slow, deliberate smile curling across his face.

"Did you really think this ends here?" he said, voice calm, yet every word carried the weight of an eclipse.

Aamir’s grip on his sword tightened. "Who... what are you?"

Shamrock tilted his head, wings rustling. "You could call me... the continuation. The one who fixes mistakes. The one the Beast left behind."

The werewolves behind Aamir growled low, unease spreading like wildfire through their ranks.

Seemus stepped forward, baring his fangs. "Lord Aamir... he’s... different. Something about him—"

Aamir’s crimson aura flared. "I know. Just stay back. Don’t interfere."

Shamrock chuckled softly, almost amused.

"Your power... impressive. And your timing... exquisite. Right as you think the Beast falls, I arrive."

The energy radiating from him warped the trees, the shadows stretching unnaturally toward his form.

The Beast, still struggling, let out a deafening roar.

It tried to thrash toward Shamrock—but its corruption writhed, unwilling to obey fully.

Aamir’s eyes flicked to Shamrock, analyzing.

Half-human, half-Bloodbeast, yet something more—a perfect hybrid, made to manipulate, consume, and endure.

The moment stretched, heavy and tense, the clash of titanic forces imminent.

Aamir inhaled, exhaling slowly, hands tightening around the hilt of his blade.

"This... isn’t the end," he muttered.

Shamrock’s gaze sharpened. "Not for me. Not for you. Not for any of this world."

The ground shook again.

The forest held its breath.

And in that instant, both predator and hunter knew—the final confrontation was about to take an entirely new, terrifying turn.

Shamrock stepped forward, his crimson eyes fixated on the writhing form of the Beast.

The massive creature had already been shattered, weakened to a fraction of its former might, yet even in its diminished state, it exuded raw, oppressive power.

Aamir’s blade hovered, ready to strike the final blow.

Seemus and the werewolves watched tensely, muscles coiled, every instinct screaming that something extraordinary was about to happen.

Shamrock’s hand extended slowly. Fingers splayed, almost ritualistic.

A subtle hum vibrated in the air, resonating deep within the ground, through the trees, and into the very bones of the watching pack.

The Beast’s eyes widened, confusion flaring across its monstrous face.

It had survived countless battles, toppled civilizations, consumed everything in its path—and yet it sensed something it could not fight.

A pull. A force far stronger than its corrupted instincts.

Shamrock’s aura flared, dark and iridescent, coiling around the Beast like living shadows.

The corruption in the Beast’s body shivered, twisting, as if it recognized a new master.

A low, rumbling sound issued from its throat—half roar, half growl—but it did nothing to resist.

Aamir felt it immediately. The familiar surge of energy—the same oppressive force that made the Beast nearly untouchable—was being drawn away from the world, into Shamrock.

Crimson energy flared in his own system screen, warning him of the sudden spike in ambient power.

[System Alert: World-tier energy detected.]

[Luman]: Host... this is unlike anything I’ve scanned before. That energy... it’s being consolidated... into a single vessel.

The Beast’s massive form began to shrink, compressing under the invisible force.

Its corrupted flesh and bone twisted unnaturally as Shamrock’s aura penetrated its very essence.

Veins of dark light snaked along the Beast’s body, dissolving tissue, disintegrating energy, compressing its being.

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. "So... that’s how he’s doing it."

The process was fast, efficient, and terrifying. Shamrock didn’t merely kill the Beast—he consumed it, internalizing every ounce of its strength, every shred of its corrupted energy.

He became a vessel of horrors, a living receptacle for the Beast’s power.

Seemus growled low. "Lord Aamir... he’s taking it all... the entire essence..."

Aamir didn’t respond immediately, analyzing, calculating. Every particle of the Beast’s strength, now feeding Shamrock, made him exponentially more dangerous.

The final tendrils of the Beast’s corrupted mass shot into Shamrock’s chest.

He inhaled deeply, and for a moment, the air seemed to crackle with eldritch malice.

His body convulsed, bones elongating, muscle twisting.

Shadow and crimson energy coalesced around him, merging seamlessly with his human form, until the hybrid figure that emerged was more terrifying than anything the forest had ever seen.

The werewolves took a cautious step back. Seemus’ fur bristled.

Aamir’s aura flared, crimson light rippling across his body. He felt the shift, the sudden spike in danger. Shamrock was no longer just a man or a corrupted vassal.

He was the embodiment of the Beast’s wrath, its hunger, its will... made flesh.

Shamrock opened his mouth, and a low, rumbling growl echoed, vibrating the very ground.

The forest trembled. Even the trees seemed to recoil.

Aamir exhaled slowly. "So... you’ve inherited everything."

Shamrock’s eyes glinted. "Everything... and more."

The air hung heavy with the promise of catastrophe.

This was no longer a simple battle of wills.

Shamrock had become something that even the Beast itself could not contain—a force of nature, a nightmare walking.

Shamrock’s newly transformed form towered over the clearing, a monstrous hybrid of bloodbeast and human, veins of crimson and shadow pulsating across his body like living lightning. The forest around him quivered under the weight of his presence. The air itself seemed to bend, trembling in anticipation.

He lifted his head, eyes blazing with an unnatural light. A voice, deep and distorted, rolled out from his chest—half-human, half-beast, yet unmistakably his own.

"Do you see now, Aamir?" Shamrock’s tone was a mixture of mockery and menace. "Do you see the power I have inherited? Do you see what it truly means to rise when the weak fall?"

Aamir tightened his grip on his sword, crimson light swirling along its blade, his aura flaring like a wildfire contained in the night. "Shamrock... it doesn’t have to end this way," he said, voice calm but tinged with steel. "You can still—"

"Still what?" Shamrock interrupted, a cruel, mocking grin twisting his features. "Bow to mercy? Follow the rules of honor? I’ve consumed more than you can comprehend. I am not your enemy... yet. I am the harbinger of your limits, the embodiment of what you cannot control."

A low, guttural growl emanated from him, and the ground cracked beneath his feet. The remaining energies of the Beast swirled around him like a storm, a living tempest that threatened to consume everything nearby.

"You see, Aamir," he continued, stepping forward, each motion deliberate, heavy, and powerful, "I’ve returned not to fight, but to survive... to grow. And if you think your strength can match mine, you are a fool."

Seemus stepped forward, teeth bared, stance ready, but Shamrock did not hesitate. He raised one clawed hand and the forest around him shattered, a ripple of pure, distorted energy tearing through the air.

"I will not be caught. I will not be chained. The Beast has returned... through me, and you? You are merely a stepping stone," Shamrock declared, his voice echoing across the clearing, vibrating in the minds of everyone present.

And then, as suddenly as the storm had gathered, he vanished.

A rift of shadows opened beneath him, a void of darkness stretching into nothingness. Shamrock dove into it, leaving behind only the echo of his laughter and the faint trace of his corrupted aura. The wind howled through the trees, carrying the sound like a curse across the forest.

Aamir’s crimson aura flared instinctively, reaching into the void, trying to grasp the escaping presence. His system blinked frantically:

[Warning: Target entering void-space.]

[Luman]: Host... he’s moving faster than any natural limit. Standard pursuit impossible.

Aamir’s gaze hardened, eyes scanning the empty air where Shamrock had been. "You won’t escape forever," he said, voice low and firm, carrying over the trembling forest. "I will find you, and when I do... your power, your arrogance, everything you’ve inherited... will burn."

Seemus and the werewolves fell silent, watching the rippling shadows where Shamrock had disappeared. The void seemed to hum, a reminder that this battle was far from over. The threat had only escalated, and the true danger—the one lurking beyond the veil of the physical world—was now in motion.

Aamir exhaled, aura dimming slightly, but his resolve remained unshaken. "He may have fled," he muttered, "but every step he takes... I’ll be right there behind him."

The forest settled into an uneasy calm, but the air still buzzed with anticipation. Aamir’s crimson system blinked quietly, tracking residual energy. Shamrock had vanished, but his return had been declared—loud, clear, and irrevocable. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And deep within Aamir’s mind, a single thought burned:

The game has only just begun.