I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 214: Rest Where You Belong

A crimson rift opened in the air.

Aamir stepped through, his mother’s lifeless body in his arms. Her silver hair brushed against his chest as though still alive, clinging to him like threads of memory that refused to let go. Riya followed behind quietly, her hand resting on her staff, her eyes lowered with grief.

The portal closed, and silence swallowed them whole.

They stood at the edge of PurushottamPuri. Once, it had been a lively town filled with laughter, markets, and festivals. Now, it was abandoned—roofless houses crumbled under time, weeds breaking through broken stone paths, windows hollow and staring like empty eyes. No villagers lived here anymore. Only the ghosts of what once was remained.

The sun was setting. Golden light spilled across the ruins, igniting the abandoned rooftops in firelike hues. Birds scattered at the sound of the rift sealing shut, wings beating against the evening sky. For a fleeting moment, the world seemed untouched by war—yet in truth, this place had already been claimed by silence long ago.

Aamir didn’t speak. He only walked. Each step was heavy, steady, as if the ground itself pulled at him with invisible chains. Riya stayed close, her presence quiet but unyielding, her gaze sweeping the ruins as though protecting him even here.

They reached a small, grassy hill on the far edge of town. Wildflowers swayed gently in the wind, untouched by the decay below. His mother had once told him this was her favorite place—where the wind always sang, where the stars looked brightest when night fell, where as a child she would dream of a world bigger than herself.

Aamir knelt, lowering her body with trembling reverence. He touched the earth, fingers sinking into the soil, and began clearing a place for her.

Riya bent forward slightly, her lips parting. But before she could speak, he shook his head softly.

"No... this is my duty."

The words carried the weight of stone.

Hours passed in silence. His hands grew raw, skin torn, knuckles bloodied, yet he never faltered. The sun dipped below the horizon, and a pale moon rose, casting its light upon his unbroken labor. Riya stood nearby, guarding his silence, her eyes glistening with unshed tears she refused to let fall.

Finally, the grave was ready.

He lifted her one last time and laid her gently into the earth, among the wildflowers. Her face still held that faint smile, as though she had been waiting for this—her final rest not upon a blood-soaked battlefield, but in the soil of her childhood home.

Riya stepped closer, placing her hand on Aamir’s trembling shoulder. Her voice, though soft, carried strength.

"She was proud of you, Aamir. Until the very end."

His voice cracked, raw and broken. "I couldn’t save her... not in time."

Riya shook her head, eyes firm yet kind. "She didn’t die in despair. She died smiling—because she saw her son alive. That is more than most in this war ever receive."

The wind stirred stronger, rustling the wildflowers, carrying the scent of earth and night-blooming petals. The world seemed to bow in silence.

Aamir closed his eyes. He clasped his hands together, lowering his head to the soil. "Rest now, Mom. I’ll carry everything from here."

He buried her with his own hands. No priest. No ritual. No crowd. Only a son, a grave, and the woman who had given him life.

When the final stone was placed above her resting place, he lingered, kneeling in silence, his breath uneven. The stars emerged above, endless and cold, yet the hill remained alive with the memory of her favorite place.

Riya sat beside him. She did not speak. She did not try to pull him away. She simply stayed, watching the sky with him, sharing his silence.

At last, Aamir rose. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, a reflection of both sorrow and unyielding resolve. He turned to the grave one last time, his shadow stretching long across the hill.

"I swear... I will never let your sacrifice be in vain. I’ll destroy Zorwath. Even if it takes me across countless worlds. Even if it costs me everything."

Riya slipped her hand into his. Her fingers were warm, steady, a reminder that even in loss, he was not alone.

Her voice, soft yet unshaken, broke the silence. "Then we’ll carry it together. You won’t fight this battle alone anymore."

Aamir looked at her, and for the first time since his mother’s death, his hardened expression softened—just slightly, like a crack in armor.

The wind carried their silence, and the night embraced them both.

The grave was silent, the wildflowers swaying as though bowing in respect. Aamir stood motionless, staring at the mound of earth. His hands were raw, nails broken, yet he didn’t feel the pain. His heart was heavier than any wound could be.

Riya stayed a step behind him, her staff planted softly in the soil. She didn’t speak, knowing some silences were sacred.

Suddenly—the ground trembled.

The air shifted. From the distant forest, a massive shadow emerged. A beast, towering with horns like twisted branches, scales shimmering faintly under the moonlight. Its eyes glowed red, its claws sinking into the soil with each step.

The villagers of PurushottamPuri would have fled in terror. But here—on this hill—there was no fear. Only Aamir, standing tall, crimson aura flickering faintly.

The beast roared, a sound that split the air, shaking the grass and scattering birds into the night sky.

Riya lifted her staff in alarm. "Aamir!"

But he raised his hand calmly. "No. Wait."

The beast stopped at the edge of the hill, its gaze fixed on Aamir. Its growl rumbled low, but it didn’t strike.

Aamir’s crimson system screen flashed before his eyes.

[System Notification]

Strongest beast in the region detected.

Name: Asvara, the Silent Guardian.

Level: World Breaker – Subclass.

Disposition: Neutral Hostility.

Aamir stepped forward, flames flickering faintly at his shoulders. His eyes glowed.

"Beastlord’s Domain."

The air rippled. The earth beneath the beast cracked as Aamir’s aura surged outward, swallowing the hilltop in crimson light. The beast’s growl faltered, its body trembling under the sudden weight. Its claws dug deeper into the soil, but it didn’t resist further.

Riya’s breath caught as she watched. The sheer authority of Aamir’s domain pressed even on her chest, though she wasn’t the target.

Aamir extended his hand. His voice was steady.

"Submit. Not to me—but to her. Guard this place. Guard her."

The beast lowered its head, a deep rumble shaking through its chest. Slowly, it bent its massive frame until its horns brushed the soil. The glow in its eyes dimmed from crimson to a calm amber.

[System Notice]

You have successfully tamed: Asvara, the Silent Guardian.

Command engraved: Protect the Grave.

Bond established – Eternal.

Aamir exhaled, his chest tightening. He stepped closer, laying his hand against the beast’s horn.

"From this night forward, you will watch over her. No one touches this place. No one disturbs her rest. Do you understand?"

The beast growled softly—a sound almost like a promise.

It turned, circling the grave once, then lowered itself beside it, folding its colossal body like a sentinel. Its massive form shielded the mound of earth, its eyes glowing faintly as though already on guard against the world.

Riya whispered, awe in her voice. "You’ve... given her a guardian."

Aamir’s lips trembled faintly. He didn’t smile, but his eyes softened.

"She watched over me all her life. Now something will watch over her."

The night deepened. Stars shimmered faintly above, the sky stretching wide and endless. Aamir lingered by the grave, crouching one last time. He placed his hand on the earth gently.

"Mom... I can’t stay. Not yet. But I swear... I’ll finish this fight. I’ll end Zorwath. And when it’s over, I’ll come back. I’ll tell you everything I saw. Everything I did."

The wind stirred, brushing across his cheek. For a moment, it felt like her touch.

He stood. His body was steady, though his heart still ached.

Riya stepped beside him, slipping her hand into his without asking. He didn’t resist.

Together, they turned away.

The beast lifted its head, watching as they walked down the hill. It let out one soft, mournful roar—a sound that echoed across the night, like a farewell.

At the base of the hill, the portal shimmered open. Crimson black light swirled, ready to take them back to Base 1.

Aamir paused, glancing back one last time. His eyes lingered on the grave, the wildflowers, the towering guardian standing silently over it.

His voice was barely above a whisper, but the words carried.

"Rest here... where you belong."

The portal pulled him in. Riya followed.

The hill returned to silence, save for the low rumble of the guardian beast, standing eternal watch.

The crimson rift sealed behind them.

But in that quiet corner of the world, untouched by war, the legend of the Silent Guardian was born—an immortal beast that would never leave its post, guarding the grave of the woman whose bloodline once carried the Mark of Divinity.

And beneath the stars, Rajasvi slept—at peace, forever protected.