I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 208: The Summons of Earth

Aamir extended his palm, and a faint glow shimmered to life. A soft, pink energy pulsed in his hand, radiating warmth like a beating heart.

The vampire lords leaned closer, their eyes narrowing in awe and suspicion. Zalmic himself stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the strange aura.

"This..." Aamir said, his tone calm but commanding, "is pran. Your life force. It flows within you, hidden beneath your blood and strength. Most of you never feel it because you rely on your vampiric gifts. But this... this is deeper. This is universal."

The glow brightened, rippling outward in soft waves. The ground beneath his feet trembled, and even the air seemed to hum in harmony.

"To control pran, you must first feel it inside you. Sit in silence. Listen—not with your ears, but with your soul. Then, once you can sense it within... extend that awareness outward. A tree. A beast. A bird. All living things carry it. Touch it. Learn from it. When you can feel both, then comes the final step: wield it in battle."

The lords listened silently, each absorbing his words with a mixture of doubt and reverence. Even Seemus, the proud Werewolf King, lowered his head slightly as if acknowledging that this knowledge was something far beyond tradition.

Three months passed.

The training ground became a crucible. Vampire lords clashed, fell, and rose again, attempting to channel the unfamiliar energy. Their progress varied, but Aamir never faltered.

And one the day, the breakthrough came.

Zalmic stood in the center of the arena, his great axe glowing faintly with a thin veil of pink energy. Across from him, Thane—the oldest of the lords—moved with his usual deliberate calm. But this time, his fists glowed faintly with the same aura.

When they clashed, the air itself rippled. Sparks of pran energy flared brighter than steel against steel, and the ground quaked beneath their feet.

Aamir’s eyes gleamed. He folded his arms and smirked.

"Very good. Some of you have already reached the stage of using pran in combat. Faster than I expected."

The lords bowed slightly, their crimson eyes filled with both pride and humility.

Aamir turned toward Seemus, who had been watching from the side. "I’ve called you here for a reason. It’s your duty now. You and Zalmic will teach this to your people. Spread it. Refine it. Make it your foundation. I cannot stay here much longer."

Zalmic raised his head, his voice steady and respectful. "As you wish, Lord Aamir. But... where will you go?"

Aamir’s gaze darkened. "Oh it’s a planet called cloriy."

Zalmic frowned, but before he could respond, something strange happened.

The air... stopped.

At first it was subtle—the rustle of wind cut off, the hum of insects fading. But then, Aamir noticed something impossible. A strange type of insect that always buzzed near the training grounds was frozen mid-flight, wings suspended in stillness.

The entire world had stopped moving.

Aamir’s brows furrowed. "Hm. What’s happening?"

Then—

A blinding light.

A pillar of pure white descended from the heavens, tearing through the sky like a spear. The arena trembled as its brilliance swallowed everything. The lords shielded their eyes. Even Seemus staggered back, his instincts roaring.

When the light faded, a figure stood at its center. Cloaked in pale radiance, his expression calm but grave, his presence bending reality itself.

KLAIN.

Zalmic’s eyes widened. The lords fell silent.

Aamir stared at him, his usual calm cracking slightly. "...Klain?"

The radiant figure stepped forward, his voice cutting like steel.

"Aamir. You must pause your training. You must return to Earth. Now."

Aamir blinked, his aura bristling. "What? Why? What’s happened?"

Klain shook his head. "I don’t have time to explain. You’ll understand when you arrive. But know this—if you delay, you may lose everything."

Aamir clenched his fists, his instincts screaming against the command. "Tch... You’re not even giving me a choice, are you?"

Klain’s gaze softened for a fleeting second. "...You’ll thank me later." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Before Aamir could respond, Klain’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder.

The world dissolved.

The Vampire Kingdom vanished. The crimson moons, the stone walls, the lords—all gone in a blink of light.

When Aamir opened his eyes again, the sky stretched endlessly above him. But it wasn’t the same crimson skies of Cirsys. No—this was different. Blue, vast, familiar.

Earth.

But something was wrong.

The wind tore past his ears. The ground was nowhere in sight. Clouds raced upward around him.

Because he wasn’t standing—

He was falling.

The earth’s surface rushed up toward him at terrifying speed, the city lights below flickering like dying stars.

Aamir’s crimson system screen blinked into existence in front of him, cold and merciless.

[Warning: Host descending at terminal velocity.]

[Impact in 24 seconds.]

Aamir grit his teeth, flames bursting to life around his body.

"Tch. Of course it wouldn’t be simple..."

The wind screamed in Aamir’s ears as he plummeted, the cityscape below racing toward him at a terrifying pace. The air burned against his skin, his crimson cloak snapping violently in the turbulence.

"Tch... only twenty-four seconds?!" His eyes narrowed, the ground growing closer with every heartbeat. "What should I do, Luman? I can’t waste time here!"

The calm voice of his AI echoed in his mind.

[Host, cover yourself in Blue Flames of Protection and Pran energy. Do it now.]

Aamir blinked. "Blue flames? Pran? In free fall?!"

Luman’s tone sharpened. [Trust me. That’s the only way you survive this without shattering every bone.]

For a split second, doubt gnawed at him. Then he clenched his fists. "...Fine. I’ll do it."

He exhaled hard, focusing his will. His aura surged, and instantly, his body ignited—azure flames roaring across his skin, layered with streams of glowing Pran. His descent turned into a blazing streak across the sky, a comet falling toward Earth.

The ground was less than a thousand meters now. Twenty seconds left.

His crimson system flickered violently, new alerts flooding the edge of his vision.

[Defensive Mode: Blue Flame Barrier – ACTIVE]

[Pran Reinforcement – ACTIVE]

Aamir’s fists clenched tighter. His eyes narrowed, locking onto a faint cluster of energy he could feel below. "...They’re here. My friends."

He braced himself. "Let’s do this."

BOOOOOOOM!

The impact rocked the earth as Aamir slammed into the ground like a meteor, blue flames and crimson light exploding outward in a shockwave. Stone shattered, dust burst into the sky, and a crater yawned where he landed.

From inside the cloud of dust, a voice groaned weakly.

"Ah man... it hurts. I think my back’s broken... just now..."

Inside his mind, Luman’s calm tone cut in.

[No, Host. It’s just muscle pain. Your bones are intact.]

Aamir exhaled with a half-grin. "Great... hurts like hell though."

Around the impact site, five figures staggered back from the force—familiar faces staring in shock, their auras flaring instinctively in defense.

Raj.

Riya.

Seenu.

Kunal.

Meera.

The dust cleared, and in the center of the crater stood Aamir—cloak torn, fists smoking, his body wreathed in fading blue fire. His crimson eyes lifted slowly, meeting theirs.

Silence fell.

Raj’s voice cracked, trembling despite his best effort.

"Aamir... is it really you?"

Everyone in the room stood frozen. Shock rippled through the hall like a wave, because why wouldn’t they be?

It had been five long years since Aamir vanished—swallowed by fate, declared lost even by the most powerful prophets. And now, here he was, falling from the heavens like a meteor, wrapped in blue flame and crimson light.

Riya’s heart pounded against her ribs so violently it hurt. Her throat tightened, her lips trembled. For years, she had carried the burden of his absence, shouldering both hope and despair in silence. And now—now he stood right there.

"Aamir..."

Her voice cracked. Before anyone could stop her, she bolted forward. Her boots skidded across the broken tiles as she jumped into the crater, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. She buried her face against his chest, tears already wetting his torn cloak.

"You came... I knew you would... I knew it, Aamir."

The entire council chamber fell into stunned silence. They had not seen Riya—the Magus of Six Elements, the unshakable pillar of the resistance—break like this in all these years. But now she was trembling, vulnerable, clinging to him as though letting go would break her.

Aamir’s crimson eyes softened. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed it gently against the back of her head. His voice was steady, low but full of warmth.

"I had to. I couldn’t stay away while my friends suffered here. You knew I’d come back."

The words only made her cry harder.

Raj, still frozen, clenched his fists. A mix of relief and frustration burned in his chest. But before he could speak, he stepped down into the crater, pulling Riya back gently.

"Riya... hold on." His tone carried both authority and brotherly care. His eyes locked on Aamir, narrowing. "Five years, Aamir. Five years you disappeared without a trace. Do you have any idea what that did to us?"

Before Aamir could answer, a sudden burst of energy lit the hall.

SHIIING!

Seenu moved like lightning, his blade drawn in an instant. His katana blazed with flame, the heat distorting the air around it. Without hesitation, he slashed downward at Aamir.

Gasps erupted from every corner of the chamber.

But Aamir didn’t flinch. His right hand shot up, catching the fiery blade mid-swing. The ground beneath his feet cracked and splintered, spiderwebbing across the crater floor. Energy screamed against his palm, but his fingers held firm.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Hm. You’ve grown stronger, Seenu."

Seenu’s eyes widened, but then he grinned. Their locked gazes softened as the tension melted into something else—recognition.

"Same goes for you, Aamir."

And then—both laughed. Loud, genuine, the kind of laughter only old comrades could share.

But the rest of the hall did not laugh.

They stood frozen, awe and disbelief painted across their faces. Because what they had just witnessed should not have been possible. Seenu—the Melting Swordsman, one of the six strongest leaders of the resistance—had unleashed a strike capable of leveling a fortress. And Aamir had stopped it with one hand.

The air was thick, almost suffocating. One truth burned in their minds:

The boy who vanished five years ago had returned—not as the same, but as something far beyond.