I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 204: The Beast Appears

The man’s body convulsed violently, veins turning black as if liquid shadows ran beneath his skin. His eyes rolled back, glowing faintly with a crimson sheen, and his screams twisted into guttural snarls. Aamir stepped forward, fists clenched, but even before he could strike, the ground beneath them cracked open.

The corrupted vassal was no longer fully human—nor werewolf. His bones cracked, reshaping, sprouting jagged claws. Flesh peeled away only to reform into something alien. It wasn’t possession anymore. It was consumption.

"Host," Luman’s voice rang sharp inside Aamir’s mind, "this is not mere corruption. This... is a birthing."

A wave of dread swept through Aamir. His instincts screamed that what was happening mirrored what he had faced on the vampire planet—but worse. Back then, the Eclipse had birthed a nightmare. This time, it was something beyond even that—a hybrid of werebeast and bloodbeast, molded into existence by the Beast’s will.

The sky itself responded. Dark clouds swirled above Sacre, lightning streaking scarlet instead of white. The stench of blood and burnt fur filled the air as the vassal’s body collapsed inward, leaving nothing but a twisted husk. From that husk, something else crawled out.

The Beast had appeared.

Not in its full form—but in a partial emergence, a projection of its true body. Towering, malformed, and unspeakably terrifying, it was a shape that refused to settle. At times it resembled a werewolf with jagged horns. At others, a blood-drenched centipede slithering upright. Shadows writhed around its body like chains, each one screaming with faint echoes of the dead.

Aamir froze. His system buzzed violently, crimson warnings flashing across his vision.

[CRITICAL ALERT]

[ECLIPSE HYBRID MANIFESTATION DETECTED]

[BEAST PRESENCE: 37% REALITY ANCHOR]

Even just thirty-seven percent was enough to distort the air. The earth shuddered as if the planet itself despised its presence. Trees wilted within seconds. Stone cracked into ash. The howls of nearby werewolves faltered into silence, replaced by whimpers and desperate prayers.

The Beast’s voice echoed, deep and guttural, as if a thousand throats spoke at once.

"Weak flesh. Weak will. All yours are mine. You cannot escape the chain of the Hunt."

Aamir gritted his teeth. Sweat rolled down his forehead, though the air was freezing. He could barely breathe under the eldritch weight pressing on him. His crimson system pulsed like it was on the verge of collapse, as though the Beast’s existence alone was a virus inside its code.

The corrupted husk crumbled to dust at the Beast’s feet, vanishing as if it had never existed. What replaced it was far worse—a hybrid abomination born from both vampire and werewolf bloodlines. Its maw dripped black saliva that sizzled on the ground like acid. Its claws gleamed with unnatural red, sharper than forged steel.

Aamir whispered under his breath, "This isn’t just an Eclipse. This... is war."

The Beast’s partial form leaned forward, its many eyes locking onto him. For a heartbeat, Aamir felt the world tilt, as though his soul itself was being dragged into a pit of endless night.

And then the Beast smiled.

The ground shook as the corrupted hybrid roared, its form pulsating with grotesque strength.

A twisted fusion of werebeast and bloodbeast, its body radiated a suffocating aura that pressed against the lungs of everyone nearby.

Even the strongest of the werewolves staggered under the weight of its presence, some dropping to their knees as if gravity itself had betrayed them.

Aamir’s crimson system screen pulsed wildly, dozens of warnings scrolling across it in rapid succession.

[Warning: Host is within proximity of Eclipse-class manifestation.] [Survival probability: 43%.]

The figures burned into his vision, but Aamir pushed them aside.

"Seemus!" Aamir shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. His partner’s eyes met his, and in that instant, the unspoken bond between them solidified. No words were needed—they both knew that hesitation meant death.

Seemus’s chains of shadow erupted outward, black as a void yet alive with searing violet runes. They lashed around the hybrid’s legs, biting into its flesh like venomous serpents.

The creature roared, slashing at them with claws, but Seemus poured his soul into the hold. His face contorted, veins bulging as the shadows thickened.

"Now, Aamir!" he roared.

Aamir surged forward, his aura blazing crimson and black, his system boosting every fiber of his being. He summoned the Shadow Portals, slipping between spaces to dodge the monster’s strikes.

Each step carried him closer until he appeared above its hunched form. With a guttural cry, he unleashed a devastating downward strike, his blade cloaked in an eerie mix of system energy and spirit essence.

The impact shook the battlefield. The creature’s shoulder split open, spraying ichor that hissed upon hitting the earth. It stumbled, but did not fall. Instead, its feral gaze snapped toward Aamir, glowing with predatory hatred.

Before it could counterattack, Seemus yanked, and the chains coiled tighter, dragging the beast half to its knees. "I can’t... hold it much longer!" he gritted out, sweat pouring down his face.

Aamir didn’t waste the chance. He leapt back, his crimson system screen flashing:

[Ability Unlocked: Shadow Reflection — 3-second burst.]

His eyes narrowed. Perfect.

"Seemus—synchronize with me!"

Seemus growled in acknowledgment, and their energies aligned, dark shadow intertwining with blood-red system light. Together, they launched their attack—a dual convergence of shadow chains and portal-infused strikes.

The hybrid screamed as Aamir’s reflection ability mirrored its own movements back against it. For every claw it swung, the reflection redirected a sliver of its own energy inward, tearing at its flesh. Seemus’s chains capitalized, piercing into the gaps and dragging the creature lower.

Finally, with a roar that shook the sky, Aamir drove his blade through the hybrid’s chest, system energy detonating upon impact. A shockwave rippled outward, forcing the werewolves to shield their eyes.

When the dust cleared, the hybrid was kneeling, its body cracked and leaking shadows. It wasn’t dead—not yet—but for the first time, it was weakened.

Breathing hard, Aamir glanced at Seemus. "We’re not done," he muttered.

Seemus tightened his grip on the chains. "Then let’s finish it together."

The battlefield trembled with a sound that was not of this world.

The Beast’s shriek tore through the air, a piercing, bone-grinding wail that rattled even the strongest warriors.

Some of the werewolves clutched their ears, blood dripping from between their claws as the sound shredded their senses.

The trees bent with the vibration, leaves scattering like ash in a storm.

Aamir staggered back, his sword arm quivering. He had struck true, his blade carrying Seemus’s lunar blessing, and for the first time, the abomination bled.

Dark ichor spilled, hissing as it touched the ground, burning holes in the soil.

"Did we... did we hurt it?" Seemus asked, his voice strained, hope flickering in his eyes.

But even as he spoke, the thing began to shift, its half-formed body rippling as if sculpted from nightmares.

The shriek was more than pain—it was fury.

It was insult.

It was the wrath of something that should never have been brought into existence.

Aamir clenched his jaw. "It’s not enough. Not yet."

His system’s crimson screen flickered with warnings, lines of unstable data flashing too fast to read.

The Beast’s eyes burned red, twin voids of hunger and hate.

Its form flickered between werewolf bulk and vampiric elegance, neither fully flesh nor spirit.

The eclipse above pulsed in rhythm with its breathing, as though the sky itself was chained to its existence.

The ground split open beneath its feet.

Chunks of rock levitated, circling the monstrosity as though even gravity bent to its will.

Weakened—but not destroyed.

The shriek suddenly shifted into laughter, low and guttural.

It reverberated in Aamir’s chest, each note a dagger of dread.

"You think yourselves hunters," it hissed, its voice layered, echoing as though a dozen throats spoke as one.

"But you are prey that entertains me."

The werewolves bristled, growls rising from their throats.

Yet none dared step closer.

The casualties from moments ago lay heavy in their minds—their blood still staining the ground.

Seemus took position beside Aamir, chains of lunar steel shimmering around his arms.

"They’re terrified," he whispered. "If we falter here, the tribe is finished."

Aamir nodded, sweat dripping down his brow.

He tightened his grip on his blade, every instinct screaming that the fight had only just begun.

The Beast lowered its head, shoulders hunching, wings unfurling halfway from its mangled back.

With every motion, the pressure intensified, a tide of corruption washing outward.

Werewolves collapsed to their knees, choking.

The eclipse dimmed the light further, plunging everything into a twilight haze.

"Stay with me," Aamir said to Seemus, his voice steady though his heart raced.

"This isn’t victory. It’s survival."

The Beast shrieked again, shaking off the blood like it was nothing.

The wound they had inflicted sealed before their eyes, though faint scars remained—a reminder that it could, indeed, bleed.

Weakened, yes.

But alive.

And angrier than ever.

The ground shook as the Beast crouched, muscles tightening for another assault.

Aamir exhaled, crimson system light reflecting in his determined eyes.

The true battle was only beginning.