Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 200 - : : AI Or Not?

Aiden blinked.

He really looked at her now—drinking in the way her massive boobs rose and fell with her breath, nipples straining harder as if aroused by his gaze.

Those hips, fuck, wide enough to grip while pounding her from behind, her ass cheeks clapping loud and obscene.

Her thighs thick and soft, perfect for wrapping around him, squeezing as he buried deep into that naked, blue pussy.

*Isn’t she just an AI?* He thought, shaking it off. *Part of the trial, probably. A temptation wrapped in perfect, horny flesh.*

She laughed softly at his stare, arching her back to thrust those enormous tits forward, "Like what you see? Keep walking, hot stuff. I’ll stay right here... enjoying the view."

Her hand slid lower, fingers teasing the edge of her pants. "Maybe you’ll buy something from me later. Or... maybe I’ll give you a free sample."

Aiden exhaled sharply, forcing himself forward.

Something landed on his shoulder.

"Mii—"

Aiden blinked. "Fluffynugget?"

The tiny creature tilted its head, glitter drifting.

"Mii~!"

Aiden smiled despite himself. "Good. At least you’re real."

She leaned in closer from his side, her breath hot on his neck, one hand boldly grazing his thigh as she eyed the little creature. "Cute pet. But not as cute as you... or as fun."

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The desert went still.

Not quiet—never quiet—but still in that uneasy way that followed violence. Sand settled.

Black ichor steamed and sank into the dunes. The auroras overhead rippled slowly, like the sky itself was breathing.

Bodies finished dissolving at once, their chitin cracking into powder that the wind carried away.

Thristle bent forward, hands on her knees, breathing hard. "That was the fifth one. Please tell me that was the last one."

Serica wiped her blade on a strip of cloth and flicked the cloth aside. "If there’s a sixth, I’m stabbing the system."

Vaara slumped down onto one knee, palms pressed into the sand. "I hate deserts. I hate cold deserts even more. And I really hate deserts that keep throwing bugs at us."

Selvara rolled her shoulders, tekko-kagi still humming faintly. "Stop whining. They were barely warm-ups."

Vegia lowered her staff carefully, shoulders sagging. "Warm-up or not... I hate getting tired."

Arisha exhaled through her nose and finally relaxed her stance. "Formation held. No serious injuries. That’s a win."

Thristle straightened slowly and pointed at the sky. "I don’t care if it’s a win. I want my king. How long are we doing this?"

She looked genuinely offended, like the desert had personally wronged her.

Selvara clicked her tongue. "Complaining won’t summon him."

"I know," Thristle snapped, then deflated. "That’s the problem."

Serica leaned back against a dune, arms crossed. "Still. Five waves in a row without losing ground? Not bad for a ’training area’."

Vaara let out a tired laugh. "I just want to finish and crawl into his arms."

Vegia smiled weakly. "You’ll kiss him first."

"Obviously," Vaara replied instantly. "Then I’ll hug him."

The air chimed.

Light gathered around them in thin lines, weaving into a familiar system glow.

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[CONGRATULATIONS.]

[AS REWARD, YOUR INJURIES WILL BE HEALED AND STAMINA WILL BE RESTORED.]

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The glow intensified.

Warmth spread through muscles, joints, bones.

Cuts closed. Bruises faded. Fatigue evaporated like mist under sunlight.

Thristle gasped and stretched her arms overhead. "Oh—wow. That feels... illegal."

Serica flexed her fingers, eyes widening slightly. "Instant recovery. No lag. No backlash."

Vaara pushed herself to her feet, blinking. "My core feels full again. Like I just woke up from a perfect nap."

Vegia stared at her staff in awe. "This magic... it’s instant. No incantation, no draw time." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Selvara rotated her wrists, testing. "Hmph. Efficient."

Arisha closed her eyes briefly, then nodded once. "This makes us stronger."

Thristle pointed at her. "You would say that."

Arisha met her gaze calmly. "And I’m right."

Serica snorted. "She is."

The glow faded, leaving them standing renewed beneath the auroras.

For a heartbeat, it almost felt peaceful.

Then—

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[NEXT WAVE WILL START IN FIVE MINUTES.]

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Thristle’s jaw dropped. "Five minutes?! That’s it?!"

Vaara immediately whined. "I don’t want five minutes. I want five hours in his arms."

Serica dragged a hand down her face. "I knew it. This floor hates us personally."

Vegia sighed, though her eyes stayed alert. "At least we get a warning this time."

Selvara scoffed. "Five minutes is generous."

Thristle spun on her. "No, it’s not! I’ve been cold, stabbed, and deprived of my king for—" She looked around helplessly "—too long!"

Arisha ignored the dramatics and knelt, pressing her palm into the sand. "They’ll come from below again. Same pattern. Likely adaptive this time."

Vaara groaned and sat beside her. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning they’ll try to counter what worked before. You have seen. They adapt."

Serica smirked. "Good. I was getting bored."

Vegia paced slowly, staff tapping the sand.

"We should rotate positions. Keep them guessing."

Selvara nodded once. "I’ll take point this time."

Thristle raised a hand immediately. "I also want point."

Selvara stared at her.

Thristle stared back.

Serica coughed. "We’ll compromise. Thristle punches things. Selvara kills them."

"That was already the plan," Selvara replied flatly.

Vaara hugged her knees. "Can we finish fast? I really, really want to be held."

Serica softened slightly. "Same."

Vegia glanced at the sky, murmuring. "I hope he’s okay."

For just a moment, that thought weighed on all of them.

Arisha stood. "He’ll clear his trial. We clear ours. Then this floor ends."

Thristle clenched her fists, resolve returning. "And then I’m not letting him go for a week."

Serica laughed. "You’ll have to fight Luna for that."

"I’ll fight anyone," Thristle replied seriously.

The sand trembled faintly beneath their feet.

Vaara groaned. "Of course it does."

Selvara stepped forward, tekko-kagi reforming with a metallic hiss. "Places."

Vegia raised her wand again. "Barrier on standby."

Serica rolled her neck. "Let’s end this wave clean."

Thristle cracked her knuckles, grin sharp. "Quick and brutal. Just how I like it."

Arisha drew her sword, eyes steady. "Remember. We move as one."

The desert held its breath.

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The sand didn’t just tremble this time.

It collapsed.

The ground in front of them caved inward in a wide circle, dunes folding like rotten cloth as something massive churned beneath.

The auroras overhead flickered, colors warping as if reacting to the disturbance.

Thristle squinted. "...That’s new."

Serica lowered her stance. "That’s very new."

The sand erupted.

Not one.

Not five.

Ten shapes tore free almost simultaneously, scattering dunes outward in violent arcs.

"Ten," Vegia said tightly. "I count ten."

"Show-offs," Thristle muttered.

The first wave of creatures were familiar—scorpion-humanoids like before, black chitin bodies, glowing black-red veins pulsing faintly.

But these were leaner, faster, tails longer, stingers thinner and whiplike instead of heavy spears.

And then—

Something else climbed out behind them.

Two larger figures rose slowly, dragging themselves free with long, skeletal arms.

They were taller. Thinner. Almost humanoid, but wrong.

Their bodies were wrapped in torn, wing-like membranes that dragged along the sand like cloaks.

Their heads were elongated masks of bone and chitin fused together, with vertical slits glowing sickly violet.

Their mouths didn’t open.

They split.

Down the middle.

Serica grimaced. "Okay. I officially hate this wave."

Vaara swallowed. "Those aren’t scorpions."

Arisha’s eyes narrowed.

Vegia tightened her grip on her staff. "New class enemies."

The system chimed again, voice far too cheerful.

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[THIRD WAVE INITIATED]

[ENEMY TYPES: SAND STALKERS x6]

[ENEMY TYPES: SAND RENDERS x4]

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Thristle cracked her neck. "Names don’t matter. They’re in the way."

The Sand Stalkers screamed first—high-pitched, metallic shrieks—as they launched forward in erratic zigzags, claws digging into sand for bursts of speed.

Selvara moved.

She vanished in a sharp burst of mana, reappearing directly in front of the first Stalker.

Her tekko-kagi snapped out, blades catching the moonlight.

"Too slow."

She crossed her arms.

Both blades scissored inward.

The Stalker’s head and upper torso came apart in a clean X-shaped cut, dissolving mid-air before it hit the ground.

Thristle whooped. "That’s my girl!"

Two more Stalkers lunged for Selvara immediately.

Arisha intercepted.

Steel flashed.

She pivoted, parried a claw, stepped inside the creature’s reach, and drove her sword straight through its sternum.

The second tried to flank.

Serica slid in low, serpent tattoo surging along her arm. Her blade carved upward in a smooth, vicious arc.

"Flank denied."

Black ichor splattered the sand.

Vaara raised both hands, breath frosting.

"They’re faster."

She slammed her palms together.

The air snapped.

Ice erupted in jagged spikes across the sand, forcing three Stalkers to leap awkwardly.

"You can use ice magic?" Thristle asked in surprise.

Vaara just nodded.

Vegia shouted, "Now!"

She drove her staff down.

Golden sigils flared beneath two airborne Stalkers, slamming them mid-leap and pinning them to the ground.

Thristle was already moving.

She sprinted, jumped, and came down hard.

Her heel crushed one pinned Stalker’s skull.

She twisted and drove her elbow into the other’s face, then finished it with a knee to the jaw.

"Six down!" She shouted. "I’m warming up!"

Serica glanced toward the back. "That leaves the ugly ones."

The Dusk Renders moved at last.

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END OF Chapter : 200 : AI OR NOT?

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