I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 200: No Rest!

The ship descended through layers of thick gray clouds, its hull rattling from the turbulent winds of Sacre’s atmosphere. Below, the planet stretched wide, covered in sprawling forests of blackwood trees, mountains that cut the skies like jagged fangs, and valleys glowing faintly under the silver hue of three moons.

The vessel touched the rocky ground with a heavy thud, engines roaring before falling silent. For a moment, there was only the howl of wind rushing across the barren plateau. Then, with a hiss of hydraulics, the gates of the ship slowly opened.

Aamir stepped forward, his cloak trailing behind him as he was the first to emerge. King Seemus and a host of armored werewolves followed, their eyes gleaming faintly gold in the alien light.

Aamir inhaled deeply, and immediately his expression changed. The air was sharp, heavy with the scent of iron and damp earth. His senses buzzed in strange ways, the energy of the planet seeping into his skin.

"This..." Aamir muttered, his voice low. "This is way different from the vampire planet."

The werewolves looked at him curiously, but Seemus remained silent, watching.

Aamir closed his eyes for a moment. There was a pull, something deep and unexplainable, like the heartbeat of the land itself was calling to him. The sensation was strange, almost unsettling. His brows furrowed.

"Why do I feel... strange here?" he whispered under his breath.

Seemus’s sharp ears caught it, but he did not question. Instead, he allowed the silence of Sacre to answer. The howls of distant packs echoed across the mountains, wild yet harmonious, like a symphony of beasts.

Aamir finally shook his head. "Leave it for now," he said firmly, brushing aside the thought. His eyes narrowed as he took his first steps onto the stone ground of Sacre. "There are more important matters ahead."

Behind him, the werewolves formed a disciplined line, their claws clicking against the earth as they marched in unity. Seemus walked at Aamir’s side, his presence commanding.

As they advanced forward from the landing site, the world of Sacre unfolded before them—forests that breathed mist, peaks drenched in silver moonlight, and shadows that shifted as if alive.

Aamir’s heart quickened. He knew this land was not just another battlefield. Something here was waiting for him.

Aamir walked behind King Seemus and the other werewolves, their heavy footsteps shaking the mossy ground of Sacre. The air was wild—thicker than anything he had felt on the vampire planet. As his boots sank into the soil, his crimson system screen blinked before his eyes, demanding attention.

[Skill Tree Updated!]

Aamir raised his brows. "Now, what’s this about?" he muttered, swiping to the skills section. Lines of glowing text greeted him:

1. Crescent Blade Slash

2. Blue Phoenix Flame Punch

3. Pran Slash

4. Beastlord’s Domain

But below them, something new pulsed faintly, as though it was waiting to be claimed.

[New Skill Unlocked – Name Pending]

Aamir tilted his head. "Huh. This must be the attack I used when I brought down Shemrock... that beam. But what should I call it?"

He tapped the glowing box. A vision flashed before his eyes—the beam ripping across the battlefield, shredding darkness itself, blazing like a line of dawn breaking the night. Aamir felt his lips curl into a grin.

"Something that suits its nature," he whispered. "It’s not just a strike... it’s a ray that decides the fight. The light that cuts through despair."

He paused, thinking. Names rolled in his mind. "Crimson Ray? No... too plain. Solar Breaker? Hmm..." He smirked.

Then his eyes hardened. "No... this is mine. From me to my enemies."

He tapped the box and spoke clearly:

’Eclipse Divider.’

The system flared with approval.

[Skill Registered – Eclipse Divider]

[A beam of destructive force. Condenses spirit, life, and will into a single annihilating strike.]

Aamir closed the screen, fists clenching. "Good. I’ll test it soon enough."

Aamir’s eyes lingered on the glowing screen in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed. The rows of skills looked impressive, but the weight in his chest didn’t lighten. He let out a slow sigh, the words slipping past his lips louder than he intended.

"So many skills... so many abilities... and still, I’m not strong enough."

The corridor fell silent for a moment. The sound of armored boots echoing on the metallic floor stopped abruptly. Seemus, walking just ahead, turned his wolfen head slightly, his golden eyes narrowing.

"What did he just say?" one of the werewolves muttered in disbelief.

Seemus’s voice rumbled, calm yet edged with awe. "If Lord Aamir is weak, then we... we are nothing but dust beneath the stars."

The werewolves exchanged uneasy glances, their ears flattening. For beings who had seen Aamir defeat Fenric Bloodfang and survive battles against foes they could barely imagine, his words felt almost unreal.

Seemus finally spoke, his tone respectful yet curious. "Lord Aamir, is there any problem?"

Aamir waved his hand dismissively, closing the crimson screen. His eyes softened. "No... it’s nothing. Just my thoughts."

But deep down, the unease in his chest refused to fade.

The hum of the ship’s engines was steady, almost soothing, yet Aamir couldn’t bring himself to relax. His gaze lingered on the endless void of space outside the observation window, stars streaking by as Sacre’s coordinates drew closer. His earlier words still lingered in the air like a phantom—echoes of doubt he hadn’t meant for anyone else to hear.

Behind him, the werewolves had settled into their quarters, though "settled" wasn’t the right word. Their ears twitched, noses flared, and tails swayed with restless agitation. Even without words, their bodies betrayed a primal discomfort.

Seemus was the first to voice it.

"Lord Aamir... the air feels strange."

Aamir blinked, turning slightly. "Strange? We’re in space."

Seemus’s golden eyes glowed faintly in the dim cabin light. "Not the air here. The flow of energy outside. It’s... wrong. Almost as if something is circling us."

One of the younger wolves growled under his breath, his claws flexing against the armrest. "I thought it was my nerves. But no... I feel it too. A shadow brushing against us."

Aamir’s expression tightened. He closed his eyes for a moment, opening his system interface with a mental command. The familiar crimson-gold screens flickered alive, scrolling with lines of unread notifications.

And then—

[System Notification: Unidentified Entity Detected]

[Warning: A concealed presence is following the vessel. Analysis: Inconclusive.]

His jaw clenched. "So it’s not just paranoia."

Before he could dismiss the alert, a voice echoed in his mind—smooth, metallic, and yet strangely human in tone.

Host, Luman, his AI companion, spoke calmly. <I do not think you have very much time for resting. My scans confirm it. Something—or someone—is trailing us. Its energy signature is being deliberately masked.>

Aamir’s eyes flicked toward the werewolves. They were watching him now, ears perked, waiting for his command. He didn’t want to alarm them more than they already were, but he couldn’t hide the truth either.

"You’re right, Seemus. We’re being followed."

The younger wolves stirred uneasily. A low chorus of growls filled the cabin.

Seemus, however, straightened, his voice firm. "Then we prepare."

Aamir raised a hand. "Not yet. If they wanted to attack, they would have already. The fact that they’re keeping their distance means they’re waiting. Watching."

Luman hummed in his mind. Precisely. This is not a predator testing prey. This is a hunter stalking with patience.

The words sent a chill through Aamir’s chest. He turned back toward the stars, narrowing his gaze. Somewhere out there, cloaked in the void, an unknown presence stalked them.

For the first time since he’d stepped on the ship, silence weighed heavy on the crew. Even the wolves, fierce and proud, seemed unsettled.

Minutes passed. The hum of the engines continued, but it no longer felt comforting. Instead, it was the only sound filling the space between heartbeats.

Finally, one of the older wolves spoke in a gruff whisper. "Lord Aamir... if we are being followed, should we change course? Take another path?"

Aamir shook his head. "No. If we deviate, we show fear. Worse, we give away that we’ve noticed. Whoever it is—they’ll use that."

He placed a hand on the edge of the console, his fingers tightening. His voice lowered. "We continue straight. But we stay ready."

Seemus inclined his head. "As you command."

Still, their nerves didn’t settle. The wolves’ instincts were razor-sharp, and their every movement screamed of unease. Ears twitched at sounds that weren’t there. Eyes flicked toward the shadows. Even the steady beat of their hearts seemed faster.

Aamir exhaled slowly, but inside, his chest burned. He hated the sensation—this unknown pressure bearing down on them. He had fought dragons, kings, even godlike beings. But an unseen enemy, lurking without a face or name? That was worse than steel against flesh.

Then the system chimed again.

[System Notification: Time-Limit Condition Triggered]

[Main Quest Updated]

Mission: Survive the Stalker]

Details: Unknown force targets you. Defensive measures recommended.]

Timer: 48 hours]

His eyes widened. "Forty-eight hours..." he muttered under his breath.

Luman’s voice was calm but urgent. <Host, this is not a passing encounter. This presence will make its move before you reach the heart of Sacre. You cannot afford to ignore this.>

Aamir’s fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to curse aloud, but he stopped himself. Instead, he turned to Seemus.

"Tell the others. We may not reach the tribe as smoothly as we hoped. Something is coming. And it wants us."

The werewolves stiffened, their eyes glowing faintly with a mix of fear and determination.

"Then we’ll tear it apart," one of them snarled.

Seemus growled low, silencing him. "No reckless words. If Lord Aamir senses danger, then this foe is not one we can underestimate."

Aamir appreciated Seemus’s restraint. The truth was, he didn’t even know what they were up against. His system rarely gave him such cryptic warnings, and Luman’s unease only deepened his suspicion that this wasn’t an ordinary stalker.

He sat down, resting his arms on his knees. The screen in front of him displayed the countdown timer—forty-seven hours and fifty-nine minutes, already ticking away. Each second felt like a hammer strike echoing through his mind.

The wolves resumed their posts, but their eyes constantly flicked toward the windows, searching the void for a sign of their pursuer. Nothing appeared. Nothing moved. Yet the sensation never faded.

It was as if a shadow clung to them, invisible yet suffocating.

Aamir leaned back, staring at the ceiling. His lips moved faintly, a whisper meant only for himself.

"No matter what you are... if you come for me, I’ll be ready."

Luman responded quietly in his mind. <I will keep scanning, Host. But be warned—every scan I perform, it adapts. Its energy signature shifts. This... is not normal prey or predator.>

Aamir’s jaw set. "Then it’s worse than we thought."

Outside, space stretched endless and dark. The ship surged forward, carrying them toward Sacre. Yet in the silence of the void, something unseen moved with them—never closer, never farther. Always there. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The hunt had already begun.