I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 202: Truth Revealed

Aamir stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as the last flickers of crimson light from his system faded from the air.

The man stood across the clearing, chest rising and falling with an unnatural rhythm as the beasts’ essence continued to writhe within him.

His lips curled into a crooked smile, and that same madness Aamir had seen back on the ship now blazed brighter than ever.

"So... this is what you wanted?" Aamir’s voice was calm but carried a weight that made Seemu stiffen behind him. "You let them consume you. You call this strength?"

The man chuckled, shaking his head like Aamir had said the most naïve thing in the world. "Strength?" His voice cracked with a dark amusement. "No, boy... this is survival. You still don’t get it. Only the powerful survive. Only the strong are worthy to breathe in this cursed universe."

He spread his arms, showing the faint glow of veins darkened by the beasts’ corruption. "Look at me. I welcomed them. Their power, their rage—it makes me something greater than human. Why would I resist? Why cling to weakness like you?"

Aamir’s fists tightened. His system pulsed at the edge of his vision, warning him again about the corruption levels rising in the man’s body.

Luman’s calm AI voice echoed faintly in his mind: "Host, his essence synchronization has surpassed seventy percent. He’s no longer fully himself."

But Aamir ignored it for now. His gaze stayed locked on the man. "You think letting yourself become a puppet makes you strong? You think giving up your will for raw power makes you superior? That’s not survival—that’s slavery."

The man barked out a laugh, his tone sharp and mocking. "Slavery? No. This is freedom. Freedom from weakness, from rules, from people like you who talk about honor and justice. Tell me, Aamir... when the fangs of reality dig into your throat, will your honor save you? Will your kindness keep you alive? No. Only power does."

Seemu clenched his jaw, his aura shifting uneasily, but he remained silent as Aamir had ordered. The night air grew heavier, as though the very land was listening to the clash of beliefs.

Aamir took one slow step closer, the crimson shimmer of his system outlining his figure. "You’re wrong." His voice cut through the darkness, steady and sharp. "Strength without control is nothing but destruction. You’re not powerful—you’re a weapon waiting to break. True strength isn’t about crushing others under your heel. It’s about protecting, building, standing firm even when it hurts. The powerful don’t decide who lives. The powerful decide who they save."

For a moment, silence stretched. The corrupted man’s grin faltered, but then it twisted again into something more sinister. "Naïve to the very end. Fine, Aamir. If you believe so much in your version of strength, then prove it. Prove to me that your ideals mean anything against real power."

The ground beneath him trembled, faint cracks spreading as the beastly energy inside him flared like a storm trying to break free.

Aamir’s system chimed again: "Warning: hostile entity entering combat state."

But Aamir didn’t flinch. He stood tall, crimson light reflecting in his eyes. "I don’t need to prove it with words. When the time comes, you’ll see it for yourself."

Suddenly, the Beast’s presence overwhelms — it makes him a vassal.

The moment the man finished his crazed laughter, the air shifted. It wasn’t just tension anymore — it was something deeper, heavier, almost suffocating. Aamir froze mid-step as the ground beneath them shuddered, the trees of the dense alien forest groaning like they were bowing to an unseen tyrant.

The man’s smile twisted. His body jolted once, then again, as though strings were being pulled by some monstrous hand beyond the veil of sight. A low, guttural growl filled the clearing — yet it wasn’t coming from his throat. It was everywhere. It was in the soil, in the leaves, in the wind. The Beast’s presence had arrived.

Aamir’s system buzzed violently in warning.

DANGER: Vassalization Detected. Hostile force attempting domain expansion.

Luman’s voice followed instantly, urgent and clipped. "Host, it’s not just corruption anymore. The Beast has chosen him as its vessel — no, worse... its vassal."

The man’s eyes rolled back, then snapped forward, glowing like pits of blackened fire. Dark veins surged across his neck and arms, pulsating as though something alive was crawling beneath his skin. He staggered forward, his earlier arrogance now replaced by an unnatural stillness.

He raised his head, and when he spoke, it was not entirely his voice anymore.

"Power is truth. Weakness is death. You thought you erased me, but I am eternal. Through him, I endure."

Aamir’s jaw tightened. He had faced monsters, demons, and abominations before, but this felt different. This wasn’t just an enemy in front of him — this was a hand reaching out directly from the domain of the Beast, stretching its will into reality.

"Damn it," Aamir muttered under his breath. "So this is how far your corruption spreads."

The man — or rather, the vassal — extended his hand. Around them, the remnants of the slain beasts began to twitch. Limbs jerked, torsos bent, and shattered jaws snapped with unnatural hunger. One by one, their corpses rose, black ichor dripping from their wounds. They no longer had minds, only a single will: the Beast’s.

Seemus stepped closer to Aamir, his chain glowing faintly with tension, ready to strike. But Aamir raised a hand, stopping him.

"Stay back," he said firmly, eyes never leaving the vassal. "This fight... is between me and it."

The vassal chuckled, a sound so distorted it seemed to rattle the bones. "You cling to defiance, little system child. But you can’t fight what is eternal. You can’t fight hunger itself."

Aamir felt the weight of those words pressing against his chest. The Beast wasn’t just an enemy. It was a force of nature, a calamity, something that fed on despair and strength alike.

His crimson system screen flared again, alerting him.

"Warning: World Breaker Presence amplified. Vassal strength exceeding Legend-Tier."

Aamir’s grip tightened around his blade, his crimson aura sparking like wildfire. He exhaled slowly, determination flashing in his eyes.

"If you think I’ll let you take one more soul under your control," he said coldly, "then you’ve underestimated me. Eternal or not, everything bleeds."

The vassal’s grin widened, black energy spiraling around his body as the Beast’s will fully enveloped him. The forest groaned once more, and the battle for control had officially begun.

The forest shook with a sudden tremor, leaves scattering like frightened birds as the corrupted man—no longer himself—lurched forward.

His body twisted grotesquely, veins glowing faint crimson-black as the Beast’s presence fully consumed him.

A guttural roar tore from his throat, splitting the night, and every werewolf nearby froze where they stood.

Then—he moved.

The first victim didn’t even have time to scream. With one swipe of his beastly claw, a young werewolf was cleaved in half, his blood misting the air.

The others staggered back in horror, but hesitation proved fatal. The corrupted man leapt into their midst like a predator among sheep.

His claws became crimson scythes, tearing through fur, flesh, and bone with merciless precision.

Aamir’s eyes narrowed, fury flashing in their depths. Yet he didn’t move—not yet. His system’s warnings glowed at the edge of his vision: "Worldbreaker presence detected. Hostile entity empowered. Stand by."

The werewolves, though proud warriors, were powerless. One after another, they fell to the massacre.

A grey-furred veteran raised his axe, snarling, "Stay back, fiend!" But his defiance ended in tragedy—the man caught the axe mid-swing, snapped it like a twig, and drove his claw through the wolf’s chest.

The sound of ribs cracking echoed through the clearing.

Cries of terror erupted. Packs scattered, but the corrupted man pursued without mercy. He moved like a shadow, faster than their eyes could follow, leaving trails of carnage behind.

Blood splattered across the bark of ancient trees, staining the roots beneath. The once-proud howls of the wolves were drowned out by shrieks of pain.

Aamir clenched his fists, his aura flickering like wildfire. His instincts screamed at him to intervene, yet he forced himself to watch, to understand the depth of corruption he now faced.

This wasn’t the man anymore—this was the Beast’s vassal, its will incarnate.

The corrupted man turned his gaze to Aamir then, a wicked grin curling across his bloodstained face. "Do you see now?" he snarled, voice layered with an inhuman resonance. "Weaklings deserve nothing but slaughter. Only the strong endure. Only the strong... survive."

He grabbed another wolf by the throat and lifted him high. The victim kicked, claws raking helplessly, before the man crushed his windpipe with a sickening crunch and hurled the corpse aside.

Seemus growled low beside Aamir, trembling with barely restrained rage. "We cannot let this continue. They’re being butchered!"

Aamir’s voice was steady, though his heart thundered in his chest. "I know. But rushing in now without understanding the Beast’s grip will only make things worse. He’s not just killing them... he’s feeding the corruption."

As if to prove his words true, black mist swirled around the slaughterer’s body, growing denser with every death. The Beast’s essence pulsed in rhythm with the carnage, binding tighter, solidifying its control.

Dozens of werewolves lay broken, their blood soaking the soil. The forest, once alive with distant howls, fell eerily silent—except for the twisted laughter of the corrupted man, echoing like a curse through the night.