Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties-Chapter 415: iTamer Pro Max

Fiona stood atop a broken platform as the battlefield shifted around her.

She brushed her windswept hair back and looked down at Fionyx beside her.

"Alright," Fiona muttered. "Let's see…"

She exhaled and rolled her shoulders.

"Liora usually fuses with her beast to fight."

"I've seen her punch through walls wearing Leon like a cannon suit."

Fionyx tilted his head, the light of his body pulsing in sync with hers.

Fiona grinned.

"Now that you've been upgraded, you should be able to do the same, right?"

She took a breath, eyes narrowing.

"Although I know most tamers can fuse with their beasts…"

"This is gonna be different."

Fionyx let out a low, resonant hum, like a bassline beneath the battlefield's static.

Fiona raised her right arm and clenched her fist.

"Let's test it out. Fionyx—fuse with me."

Fionyx roared once—not a cry of aggression, but of affirmation.

Then he shifted.

The motes circled Fiona in a spiral of orange, red, and gold.

Her body lifted off the ground slightly as the light wrapped around her.

It formed gauntlets, shoulder guards, a flame-emblazoned chestplate, and leg armor pulsing with tempo.

The final shimmer of Fionyx formed a sleek, glowing mech suit.

Not bulky, but sculpted to her movements.

Neon trim traced down her limbs like circuit paths.

Her helmet locked into place with a soft his

Visor was alive with synced visuals and beat-mapping.

She landed, boots thudding softly against the stone.

Fiona looked down at herself.

"Whoa…"

Her hands curled into fists. The gauntlets glowed with energy waiting to explode.

She turned, admiring the reflection in a shattered mirror embedded in the ruins.

"Wow. This is… amazing."

And then—her mind lit up.

A cascade of data flowed into her consciousness.

Names. Timing. Ability patterns. Power spikes. Evasion rhythms.

[Ability Recognition Complete – Divine Fused Combat Interface Online]

"Holy shit," Fiona breathed.

"These are your abilities?"

Fiona grinned behind the visor.

"Okay, yeah. This is way better than I expected."

She jumped once—light boosters firing gently from her calves.

She spun midair, then landed perfectly, posing like she was on stage.

"This? This is content."

Her visor pulsed with a proximity warning.

Three beasts approaching. Heavy. Fast.

Fiona cracked her knuckles. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Alright then, let's test this properly, shall we?"

She crouched slightly, eyes glowing beneath the visor.

"Fionyx, sync the music."

A low beat thrummed through her bones.

"Let's give 'em a show."

"Let's give 'em a show."

"Activated Broadcast Domain."

In an instant, the world around her changed.

The battlefield twisted into a glowing concert stage.

Lights flared from nowhere—spotlights formed from pure flame.

The cracked earth turned into a smooth, glowing floor.

Red, gold, and violet patterns circled under her feet like stage sigils.

Far in the distance, three beasts rushed toward her—each one massive, armored, and fast.

Fiona didn't move.

She simply raised one arm, and her right gauntlet shifted.

A glowing cannon formed.

It hummed with radiant heat.

"First act: Lightstream."

She fired a wide beam of starlight and flame, cutting across the field in a bright arc.

The front beast took the full hit.

It was burned mid-leap, crashing into a wall of glowing stage tiles.

The other two roared and circled.

Fiona turned smoothly, gauntlet retracting.

Her armor shifted again.

This time, twin pistols formed in each hand. Thin, sleek, pulsing with tempo lines.

She dashed backward, flipped midair, and opened fire.

Each shot matched the beat.

Every bullet was a pulse of fire and sound, slamming into the second beast's shoulders and legs.

It staggered, blinking against the flashes.

"Second act: Pulse Pistols."

She spun once, weapons vanishing.

Now her arms extended and twin whips of light unraveled from her gauntlets.

She snapped them outward, forming spirals in the air.

The whips caught the third beast mid-charge—wrapped around its legs—and yanked hard.

It flipped over, crashing into a glowing spike that rose from the ground like part of the set.

"Third act: Rhythm Reign."

Fiona danced forward, twisting on her toes as her boots glided across the battlefield.

Her armor changed again.

Her arms now holding a long, glowing sniper lance.

The air stilled. The music slowed.

She knelt. Aiming.

The lens glowed red.

"Climax Break—one shot."

She pulled the trigger.

A beam of light, thin as thread, fired with deafening silence.

It punched through the second beast's skull—clean, instant. The creature collapsed.

The lights around her flared into sparks.

Fiona stood slowly.

The music shifted again—faster now.

She grinned behind her visor.

"Fionyx, shift weapon mode."

Her back armor unfolded.

Twin glowing fans rose over her shoulders.

Drone wings that spun with heat and rhythm.

The ground rumbled.

One last beast—a new one—charged from the far edge of the domain.

Big. Armored. Loud.

Fiona raised both arms.

Cannons folded over her wrists.

She didn't wait.

She ran forward, each step leaving fire behind her heels.

The enemy roared.

Fiona shouted back:

"Finale time!"

She leapt—straight into the air—twisting as her cannons fired in slow motion.

Beams of light and sound slammed into the beast's face, chest, legs, everywhere.

The crowd—if there had been one—would've screamed.

She hit the ground. Slid forward. Spun once.

The beast crashed behind her, body covered in glowing marks and flames.

Fiona stood.

Breathing slow.

Heart racing.

The Broadcast Domain slowly faded.

But she didn't.

She raised one hand to her imaginary crowd.

"And that," she said breathlessly, "was your first look… at the Divine Streamer of Luxoria."

She held the pose for a second longer, letting the imaginary applause settle in her head.

Then she turned, her gaze locking on the remaining clusters of beasts scattered across the far end of the arena.

Some were watching her now—hesitating, unsure.

The rhythm pulsing through her armor dimmed to a steady beat.

Her smile returned.

"Show's not over yet."

She stepped forward slowly, her boots lighting up with every motion.

She pointed one glowing blade toward the crowd of enemies.

"Now…"

Her voice lowered to a growl.

"Let's finish this war."

Fionyx pulsed on her back—ready, synced, flames dancing along her shoulder guards.

The lights around her flickered back on—one more act.

One more encore.

Fiona smirked beneath the visor.

"Time to burn this stage down."

Then she dashed forward into the chaos—ready for her final act.