I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 203: Clash With The Vessel

The ground trembled as the man—no longer entirely himself—lunged forward. His movements were fast, erratic, like a beast unleashed from its cage. Aamir steadied his stance, eyes sharp, crimson system glowing faintly around him.

The man’s claws—formed from fused beast-essence—scraped against the dirt, sending sparks as he slashed. Aamir ducked, the air slicing just inches from his head.

"He’s gone," Aamir muttered under his breath, almost regretful. "What stands before me now is only a monster."

The man roared, veins bulging unnaturally, his voice layered with something inhuman. His mouth twisted into a grin. "Strong devour weak! That’s all this world needs!" His words echoed with the Beast’s will, drowning reason.

Aamir shot forward, his fist glowing faintly with energy, and struck his chest. The blow landed, but the man didn’t flinch—instead, his body absorbed the impact, beast-energy hardening his flesh like stone.

The retaliation was instant. The man slammed his clawed hand into Aamir’s ribs, sending him crashing into a boulder. Stone shattered; dust filled the air.

Coughing, Aamir wiped blood from his lip. "Tch... so that’s the Beast’s power."

Luman’s voice rang in his ear. "Host, you cannot delay. His strength increases every second he remains controlled."

Aamir stood, his crimson aura blazing. "Then I’ll end this quickly."

The man came again, faster this time, his figure blurring like a predator in frenzy. Aamir met him head-on, fists colliding with claws in a burst of shockwaves that shook the forest. Trees bent and cracked, the battlefield turning into ruins with each clash.

Every strike from the Beast-controlled man carried crushing force, enough to break bones if Aamir faltered even once. Yet Aamir’s training, his instincts, and his iron will allowed him to dodge, deflect, and counter.

Still, the pressure grew unbearable. It wasn’t just strength—it was malice. The Beast’s presence seeped through every attack, trying to erode Aamir’s mind, whispering the same creed: "Only the powerful deserve to exist." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Aamir snarled, fighting back both physically and mentally. "You’re wrong. Power isn’t survival. Power is responsibility!"

His words only enraged the man further. With a roar, black energy burst from his body, and his claw expanded monstrously. He swiped, carving a crater into the earth where Aamir stood a moment ago.

Aamir appeared above him in mid-air, his hands glowing as he charged energy. "Crimson Solstice Beam!"

A ray of blazing crimson shot down, engulfing the Beast’s host. The ground shook violently as the explosion lit the night.

But when the smoke cleared, the man still stood, body smoking and charred, yet smiling with madness. "More! Give me more, Aamir!"

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. His aura flared hotter, the crimson system pulsing violently around him. "Fine. If that’s what you want—"

He clenched his fists. "—then I’ll break you myself."

The battle between man and monster had only just begun.

The ground split beneath their feet as Aamir lunged forward, his crimson aura blazing. The man, no longer himself but a puppet of the Beast, met him with a sick grin stretched across his face. Their fists collided mid-air, and the shockwave rippled outward, tearing through nearby trees like paper.

Aamir skidded back, boots carving deep scars into the earth. His knuckles throbbed. That strength... it’s not his own. He clenched his jaw, refusing to let doubt take root.

The man let out a guttural laugh, his veins dark and pulsating with unnatural energy. His muscles swelled grotesquely with every movement. "See, Aamir? Weak men fall. Power is all that matters—and now I am beyond you!" His voice echoed, layered with the Beast’s influence, each word heavy and distorted.

Aamir darted in again, his blade flashing in crimson arcs. He aimed for vital points, striking with surgical precision, but the man parried each blow with unnatural speed. Sparks erupted as clawed fingers met steel. Aamir twisted, kicked, and unleashed his Crimson Solstice Beam at close range.

The blast tore through the night, engulfing the man in a pillar of red fire. Smoke billowed. Aamir panted, sweat running down his temples. That should’ve at least slowed him down.

But then, through the smoke, came a silhouette. Unharmed. Grinning. The man’s body glowed with grotesque markings, the Beast reinforcing him from within.

Aamir’s eyes widened. "Not even a scratch...?"

The man blurred forward. Before Aamir could brace, a clawed strike slammed into his chest, hurling him into a boulder. The rock shattered on impact, debris raining down. Pain shot across his ribs, but he forced himself back to his feet, spitting blood onto the dirt.

Luman’s voice echoed in his mind, cold and sharp. Host, the Beast is amplifying his vessel far beyond natural limits. Fighting him directly will drain you faster than usual.

Aamir wiped the blood from his mouth. "I don’t care. I’ll end this."

The man was on him again, faster than before. Every punch was heavier, every swing nearly breaking through Aamir’s guard. Their exchange became a blur of crimson steel and monstrous claws, each impact resounding like thunder. Aamir pushed his body past its limits, muscles screaming, aura flickering with strain.

Still, he held his ground. If I fall here... everyone behind me falls too.

The Beast-controlled man’s laughter echoed. "You’re breaking, Aamir! You can’t win. Why fight destiny? Accept it—only the strongest survive!"

Aamir roared back, shoving him off with a desperate surge of strength. "Then I’ll carve a new destiny where strength doesn’t decide who lives!" His crimson aura flared wildly, but his breaths grew shorter, his movements slower.

The unnatural boost from the Beast tilted the balance. Aamir was a warrior honed through will and struggle—but his enemy was now a monster given power without restraint.

For the first time in the battle, Aamir felt the heavy truth: he was struggling just to keep up.

The clash between Aamir and the Beast-controlled man had already shaken the battlefield, but the tension only deepened when Seemus and the werewolves stepped forward. Their fangs were bared, claws extended, eyes blazing with fury at the sight of their kin twisted into this grotesque vessel.

"We can’t just watch," Seemus growled, his voice sharp as steel. "If we don’t fight now, we’ll lose everything." His pack answered with howls that cut through the night air, their bodies shimmering with lunar energy.

They charged in, striking with precision—fangs tearing, claws raking, spells igniting in bursts of flame and shadow. The air was filled with the sound of roars, snarls, and bone-crushing impacts. For a moment, it seemed like the tide was turning.

But the Beast laughed.

The man’s body, now warped by the entity’s power, moved like a storm. He caught a werewolf mid-leap, crushing its spine with a single twist before hurling the limp body into another. Dark tendrils sprouted from his arms, lashing out like whips, impaling three more warriors in one brutal sweep. Blood sprayed across the rocks, staining the sacred ground.

Aamir’s fists clenched as he watched, his jaw tight. He wanted to intervene, but he knew—this was their fight too. The werewolves needed to stand against the corruption that had stolen one of their own. Yet, every death felt like a blade against his chest.

Seemus himself darted forward, his chains of shadow snapping into place. With practiced precision, he wrapped them around the Beast’s arms and legs, pulling hard enough to drag the monstrous figure a step back. "Now! Strike together!" he barked.

The pack obeyed. Fireballs lit the sky, claws tore through flesh, and blades glimmered under moonlight. For a fleeting second, the Beast staggered under the weight of their combined might. But then his eyes glowed a sickly red, and he roared.

The backlash was catastrophic.

With a violent surge of energy, the chains shattered. A shockwave exploded outward, sending werewolves flying like broken dolls. Some crashed against rocks, bones snapping. Others didn’t rise at all. The battlefield was littered with groans, blood, and silence.

Seemus coughed, kneeling, his body battered but spirit unyielding. He looked up at Aamir with a grim, pained expression. "We’re... losing too many." His voice cracked with both anger and sorrow.

Aamir’s hands trembled, fury boiling within him. He wanted to unleash everything—his Eclipse Divider, his Crimson Solstice Beam, his entire arsenal—but he held himself back. The risk of killing Seemus or the others in the crossfire was too great.

"Hold on, Seemus," Aamir said, stepping forward, his aura flaring brighter. "I won’t let their sacrifices be meaningless."

But in his heart, he knew the truth. The Beast wasn’t just toying with them—it was consuming them. Every werewolf that fell only seemed to strengthen the abomination.

The sacred land was becoming a graveyard. And unless Aamir acted soon, the massacre would never stop.

[New Temporary Task: Save the planet Sacre]

Aamir stared at his system screen, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. "Oh! Of course I will. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?" His eyes flared red, the primal glow of his beast instinct surging within him. Hunger. Power. The scent of prey filled his senses, sharp and electrifying.

Today, he wasn’t just going to fight—he was going to hunt. Every nerve in his body thrummed with anticipation, every muscle coiled and ready to strike. The world around him seemed to slow, focusing only on the prey ahead. And today... he would not let it slip away.