The Psychopathic Beast Emperor-Chapter 124: The Black-haired Beastwoman

It was nighttime, and Bahamut lay on his bed with Ren sleeping beside him in his small bunny form. His marks had now multiplied. They were four now. Two on his body from his head to his tail area, and two along his arms.

Sel was also fast asleep with a scroll lying beside him. It was a daily mantra. It was what he read before he slept. Bahamut’s eyes were open as he stared absentmindedly at the ceiling of the room. Nothing was running through his mind. He was blank. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

All of a sudden, his eyes closed shut. It closed so forcefully that he wouldn’t even be able to react. The world disappeared.

Bahamut’s eyes snapped open, and he realized that he wasn’t in his room. There was no ceiling, no walls, no Ren and Sel. It was just a crushing weight.

It pressed down on him from all directions. His body felt heavier and denser, as if the air itself had turned solid. He lay on cracked, uneven ground that stretched endlessly in every direction. The sky alone wasn’t a sky, but a warped expanse of shifting darkness, fractured like broken glass. Faint streaks of light bent unnaturally across it, curbing and twisting as if they were being pulled.

"What is this?" Bahamut muttered, pushing himself up. The moment he stood, the ground beneath him tilted. Bahamut staggered, catching his balance just as a cluster of rocks nearby suddenly rose into the air. They slowly floated. Then, without warning, they slammed down with crushing force.

BOOM!

The impact sent cracks racing across the land. Bahamut’s eyes narrowed...

"This is not normal."

A low hum filled the air. It wasn’t sound, but pressure. His instincts screamed at him that this place was wrong, and he had already experienced a part of it.

Bahamut took a step forward with difficulty. His body felt heavy, burdened. Every movement required effort, every breath he took felt thicker. As he moved, something shifted, and the pressure eased. His next step felt lighter, then it became heavier again. It was unpredictable.

"So it changes... Just where am I?" As if responding to his thought, the ground ahead of him rose, forming a slanted incline. Bahamut paused and smirked faintly. He adjusted his stance and moved.

Time lost meaning. There was no moon and no sun. It was just shifting light and pressure. Bahamut moved forward, step by step, through a world that refused to stay still.

Sometimes, the ground would pull at him, dragging his feet down as if gravity had multiplied. His bones would creak as he fights to keep moving. Other times, he would step too hard and almost launch himself into the air.

On what felt like the second day, he encountered something new. A stretch of land where everything floated. Massive chunks of earth hung in the air, rotating slowly. Between them, debris drifted aimlessly; stones, dust, and fragments of something unrecongnizable.

There was no clear path to it. Bahamut stood at the edge, his eyes glinting with comprehension. He crouched slightly, then jumped. The moment he left the ground, he floated slowly.

"Tch."

He twisted mid-air, pushing off a floating rock to redirect himself. His movements became deliberate and calculated. Each push sent him toward another fragment. It was like swimming in a broken space. One wrong move, and he could drift endlessly or fall on the ground hard. But somehow, he knew where to go, instinctively. There was a direction, a pull he could feel, albeit faint, but it was undeniable.

On what felt like the fourth day, the pressure returned, stronger and heavier. The ground beneath cracked with every slow step he took. At one point, his knee buckled. For the first time since arriving, he felt real strain.

"Heh!"

He pushed himself back up as he released a faint, challenging smile.

"Now we’re talking..."

His body adapted again and again as he moved. His muscles tightened, and his breathing stabilized after a few minutes. Each step became a battle, each movement was earned... forcefully. But he still moved forward with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

By the sixth day, he began to hear it. A sound, faint and distant. It whispered to him.

"Come..."

It echoed through the distorted space, making him stop abruptly. His eyes sharpened as his senses spread for the umpteenth time since he got here.

"What?"

The sound came again, softer and closer.

"Come..."

His heart skipped a beat, but it wasn’t from fear. It was something deeper and familiar.

...

The seventh day arrived with changes. Bahamut stepped forward, and the world stopped. The pressure vanished, the shifting ground stilled, and the floating debris dropped. Silence fell completely.

"What is even going on?"

He took another step, and nothing happened. There was no distortion, no weight, and no pull. Everything was... normal, and that was strange. For the first time since arriving, the world felt real. He looked around and noticed that the cracked wasteland was gone. Instead, there was grass.

A gentle breeze brushed against his skin. The sky above was also clear, blue, and perfect, as if the chaos outside had never existed. And in the distance, there was a house.

It was standing alone in the middle of that peaceful space. Bahamut stared at it, and his heart beat steadily. That pull, that call... it was coming from there.

"So this is the end of it," he muttered.

He began walking towards it. Each step felt easier and lighter, as if he was being welcomed. It was as if he was being guided and invited there.

The closer he got, the stronger that familiar feeling became. It wrapped around him, warm and heavy. His hand reached the door, and he paused. For the first time since arriving, he hesitated.

"What are you?" he murmured.

No answer came, but he didn’t need one. Because deep down he already had a feeling...

Bahamut placed his hand on the door and pushed it open. The door opened to a small room. There was a single chair in the room, and on it sat a woman. Her face was hidden... more like he couldn’t see her face, no matter how much he tried. All he could see was her long black hair, sharp beast-like ears, four long horns curved upwards, and her red eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul. It also held a warmth that he’d never experienced before.

"It’s not time for us to meet... Go back. Grow stronger, watch your surroundings... By now, s..."

Bahamut woke up with a start on his bed. He was in his residence, and he was sweating waterfalls.

"What was that?"