I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 92: Resolves

[Flashback – 14 days ago]

Riya stood in a desolate clearing, sweat dripping from her brow, her arms trembling. Before her, the remnants of a practice dummy smoldered, consumed by the final burst of Flame Dragon’s Wrath—the powerful spell she had finally managed to cast.

But the cost was steep.

Her knees buckled, vision fading. Before her body hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught her.

"You have potential," came a calm, firm voice. "And I will hone it."

[Later...]

Riya awoke to the softness of a silk pillow. A gentle warmth filled the room. As she slowly sat up, she noticed a woman seated near her bed. Long black hair cascaded down her back. As the woman rose, Riya blinked in surprise.

"Kaveri Mahadevan..." she whispered.

The renowned guild leader of Prakriti Sangh stood before her—regal, youthful, and graceful.

"Where am I?" Riya asked, still groggy.

"In my house," Kaveri replied with a soft smile.

"But... I was practicing a spell... that’s the last thing I remember."

"And then you fell unconscious," Kaveri said calmly. "So I brought you here."

Riya blinked, still trying to process everything. "Why...?"

"Because I want to give you an offer."

"An offer? To me?"

"Yes," Kaveri said. "Become my disciple."

Riya’s eyes widened. "Wh-what? Me? But... am I even qualified to be your disciple?"

Kaveri’s eyes sparkled. "You doubt yourself too much. I see the fire in you, Riya. The strength, the spirit. You just need guidance."

Riya hesitated, then bowed slightly. "Okay, Master."

"Good," Kaveri said. "Then, as your master, I will teach you how to control mana—not just to cast spells, but to shape it, bend it, and use it with intent. It will help you stand out in the tournament."

For the next ten days, Kaveri Mahadevan trained her personally—pushing her limits, refining her techniques, and unlocking a potential Riya never knew she had.

[Present – Tournament Grounds]

Riya returned from her thoughts just in time to hear the host shout:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Riya Kapoor wins her match!"

The crowd roared as Riya calmly stepped down from the stage. Just moments later, the other two students who had fought after her rejoined her, victorious as well.

"The next matches will begin shortly," the host announced.

Meanwhile, in the audience...

Kunal sat alone, arms crossed, watching the battle replay in his mind. He gave a small nod.

"Hm. She’s improved a lot over the past two weeks."

A familiar voice spoke from beside him. "If you don’t mind... may I sit here?"

He looked up. "You’re late, Ji-won."

"Something important came up," Ji-won said, taking the seat. "So I got delayed. But I caught her final move. That mage girl—she’s good. I’ve never seen someone use magic like that."

"You misunderstood," Kunal said. "That was her first move."

"...Wait, what?"

"She defeated him in a single strike."

Ji-won chuckled. "Impressive. Your friends are stronger than I thought."

[High Above – Observation Chamber]

In a stone chamber that looked rustic on the outside but was transparent from within, twelve figures sat. The rulers of the continent.

Galvia’s king leaned forward. "Your students are impressive this year, Veerendra."

King Veerendra nodded. "They surprised even me."

Queen Ivanka of Calonia scoffed. "That boy yesterday was arrogant. No manners at all."

But before she could continue, Hyun Min-jae smirked. "Look who’s talking. The queen who never stops bragging."

Veerendra chuckled quietly, while others exchanged knowing looks. Not everyone was pleased with the jab.

[Contestant Zone]

Riya rejoined her team, smiling as Aamir approached.

"I knew you had this," he said proudly.

"I couldn’t have done it without your help," Riya replied.

"Oh, don’t worry about that," Aamir said, waving it off.

Raj piped up. "Wait, help? What help?"

Before Aamir could answer, Meera elbowed Raj. "Why do you always need to poke into everything, dumbass?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"It’s nothing like that," Aamir said.

Seenu grinned. "Still, that move was incredible. I didn’t know you had it in you."

"Me neither," Aamir admitted.

Riya blushed a little. "Well, I was training too. Learned a few new spells on the way."

Then the host announced, "Next six contestants, please come to the stage!"

Misaki stood up from her seat—it was her turn now.

Aamir said, "All the best."

Others echoed, "All the best!"

Sinki added, "Listen, don’t let your opponent dominate you, okay? Now go!"

Misaki nodded and walked toward the stage with confidence. Her opponent, a girl from Navarra’s Heaven’s Path Institute, was already waiting for her. She was a trained fighter, clearly focusing on agility. Her attire was minimal—just enough to cover what needed to be hidden—indicating she prioritized movement and speed over armor or protection.

Seenu squinted. "She’s barely wearing anything. Maybe she’s all about speed?"

Aamir observed, "Yeah... not a single piece of gear. She’s not even wearing shoes."

Raj raised a brow. "Barefoot? She’s either crazy or confident."

Sinki crossed her arms. "Let’s see who’s faster."

"What level is Misaki at?" Aamir asked.

Sinki replied, "Probably at the peak of Master-class."

Aamir didn’t say anything after that. He just narrowed his eyes, focusing on the match.

On stage, the referee signaled the start of the match.

In an instant, the girl from Navarra began sprinting around Misaki in circles. Her speed was astonishing—blurring through the air like a phantom. Some students in the crowd couldn’t even follow her movements with their eyes. Soon, afterimages started appearing around Misaki, making it hard to track the real opponent.

Misaki remained calm, standing still in the center of the ring, eyes closed for a brief moment—sensing, listening, waiting.

Then—

With a sudden flick of her wrists, drew her twin swords. Their crimson blades gleamed under the stadium lights, casting an eerie glow.

Aamir’s eyes widened the moment he saw them.

"What the—?!" he muttered, instinctively activating Appraisal.

A translucent screen popped up in front of him—visible only to his eyes.

Name: Twin Blood Swords

Class: Legend-Class

Weapon Rank: A-Rank

Origin: Forged from the core of a Blood Serpent, a legend-class beast slain in the depths of the Bloodspire Caverns.

Special Trait: Enhanced speed, venomous aura, mana-linked resonance.

Aamir stared at the screen, stunned.

"A weapon made from a Legend-Class Beast’s core...? But how? To extract a core without damaging it... that means—"

Suddenly, Luman’s calm voice echoed in his head, "You can—if you’re stronger than the beast."

Aamir’s fingers clenched. "Which means... there are still countless things I don’t know yet. Hah... this world’s deeper than I imagined."

Back on the stage, Misaki lowered into a stance—and then, without warning, she burst into motion. She started to run in the same circular pattern as her opponent, almost like mirroring her movements.

But then—

She sped up.

Faster.

Faster.

Until she surpassed her opponent’s speed.

In a heartbeat, Misaki was behind the girl from Navarra.

Clang!

She struck her opponent with the back of her sword—sharp enough to deliver impact, but not to maim. The force broke the girl’s rhythm, throwing her off balance.

And before anyone could blink—

Slash!

A blur of crimson flashed through the air.

The crowd gasped.

In the very next moment, Misaki was standing exactly where she had been before the match started, blades cleanly sheathed in their scabbards with a soft metallic click.

The opponent dropped to one knee, defeated.

The stadium burst into cheers, a thunderous roar rising from the stands.

The host’s voice rang out, "And the winner is—Misaki of kyokai!"

Misaki simply bowed her head slightly before turning and walking back toward the contestants’ zone, calm and composed.

As she approached, Sinki greeted her with a proud grin. "Well done."

Aamir nodded, impressed. "Great job out there."

Raj smirked. "You’re pretty fast, huh? I couldn’t even follow half your moves."

Misaki turned to Aamir, her expression unreadable, and softly asked,

"Aamir-senpai... am I strong enough?"

Aamir blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

There was a pause.

He looked at her, noticing something deeper in her eyes—not just pride from her win, but a quiet yearning. Maybe for recognition. Maybe for reassurance.

He gave her a genuine smile.

"Yes, you are. you’re hell strong. Why would you even ask that?"

Misaki looked down for a second, then slowly nodded.

"Thank you, senpai," she said, her voice barely above a whisper—but her eyes were shining.

Miyo tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her wide eyes. "Senpai... do you know why she lost? The girl from navarra"

Sinki crossed his arms and smirked. "Of course I do."

Miyo blinked. "Really? Why?"

"She was fast," Sinki began, his tone calm but sharp. "But predictable."

"Predictable?" Miyo echoed, glancing back at the battlefield.

"And more importantly," Sinki continued, "Misaki isn’t called the Speedrunner for nothing. She’s trained in agility like her life depends on it. You don’t outpace someone who’s mastered movement itself."

Miyo’s eyes widened. "I see... so Misaki wasn’t just faster—she was smarter."

"Exactly," Sinki nodded. "Speed without control is just noise. Misaki moves like a blade in the wind—silent, sharp, and impossible to catch."

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