I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod
Chapter 146: The Beast Within

Chapter 146: The Beast Within

The forest winds whispered through the eternal dungeon—ancient, cold, and full of presence. Trees loomed like sentinels. The sky above was cracked with purple clouds, a place where time forgot to move forward.

Aamir stood tall, his gaze unwavering, eyes locked onto his master.

"Master... let’s go. I’m ready to smash that boulder into pieces."

Vyuk, bare-chested as always, smirked beneath the shade of his glowing tattoo. The wind ruffled his hair, and he nodded slowly.

"If you’re ready, then let’s not waste any more time."

The two walked side by side, crossing paths they had once trained on for countless years. As they approached the Valley of Trial Stones, the shadows parted to reveal a vast clearing dotted with dozens of boulders—each one unique in size and structure.

Some were small, cracked long ago.

Others stood massive—taller than houses, glowing faintly with primal energy.

And at the center... rested The Boulder.

The largest of them all.

Black as obsidian, smooth as glass, yet hard enough to crack a dragon’s jaw. This was the very same boulder Vyuk had shattered before Aamir’s eyes five years ago.

Back then, it had seemed impossible.

Aamir had only recently broken his first trial stone—a mid-tier boulder about half its size.

And he remembered that day clearly.

"Master," he had asked, breathing hard, hands scraped and bleeding, "What about that one?"

He had pointed to the giant.

Vyuk had smiled, amused.

"You want to break that one?"

"Yes."

"Then you’ll need more than strength. You’ll need control, flow, harmony. You’ll need mastery."

And so, Aamir had trained for two more years.

Today, that promise was about to be fulfilled.

The two men stood before the boulder now. Even after all this time, it still exuded a silent challenge.

Aamir cracked his knuckles and asked calmly, "Should I go full strength, or just use adrenaline energy? Or maybe Pran?"

Vyuk folded his arms. "Try merging them. Pran and adrenaline energy. Let’s see if you’ve truly learned what I taught you."

Aamir nodded.

He closed his eyes.

Inside him, two forces began to swirl.

The adrenaline energy—light pink and furious, boiling through his blood.

The Pran energy—golden-red, ancient and calm, pulsing with life.

He brought them together slowly.

The merging wasn’t violent. It was harmonic, like a symphony forming a single, perfect note. The two energies fused into a brilliant amber hue, coating his entire body like a flame of balance.

The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly from the sheer pressure.

He opened his eyes.

"Let’s end this."

Aamir took one step forward, then another, fists clenching tighter.

With a focused roar, he threw his fist forward, aiming dead center.

BOOOOOOM!

The boulder trembled. A spiderweb of cracks erupted from the point of impact.

And then...

SHATTER!

In a storm of stone and dust, the legendary boulder exploded—splintering into thousands of pieces that scattered like glass into the forest.

A silence followed.

Even the wind stood still for a moment.

Vyuk blinked once... then smiled with pride.

"Very nice... indeed."

He stepped beside Aamir and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You’re ready. Fully. Mind, body, and spirit. You’re no longer the boy who entered this dungeon. You are Aamir Singh, the Beastlord."

Aamir, still catching his breath, looked at his master.

"Then take me to the exit. Let’s fight that beast. I want to see what waits beyond."

Vyuk smirked.

"Very well. Let’s see if you’re ready for what comes next."

As they turned and began walking toward the exit, the shadows in the forest seemed to part.

The next trial awaited.

The guardian beast of the exit gate.

And beyond that...

The true world.

The path toward the exit wasn’t paved with stone or marked by signs—it was forged in memory.

Every step Aamir took felt heavier, not with burden, but with meaning.

The ancient trees began to thin, revealing a new part of the dungeon—one even he hadn’t seen before.

The Eternal Dungeon was alive. It changed constantly, warping its geography to challenge its inhabitants. But the final path? That was sacred. Fixed. Untouched by randomness.

Only those deemed worthy by the dungeon itself could reach it.

And now, after years of trial, pain, growth, and loss—Aamir was here.

A soft light glowed in the distance, illuminating a wide clearing. No birds. No wind. Just silence.

It was the kind of silence that demanded attention. That weighed down the chest. That promised something ancient was near.

Aamir could feel it.

A shift in mana.

A pulse in the air.

A watching presence.

The ground ahead was scorched in circular patterns. Giant claw marks had been carved into nearby rocks. Old bones littered the edges—remnants of challengers who’d failed.

The gate itself was visible now. A towering archway of bone and black stone, overgrown with ancient vines that pulsed faintly with crimson light. Runes danced across its frame, each one old enough to predate language.

Aamir stared at it, breath steady.

He was here.

The exit of the Eternal Dungeon.

The place where hundreds had tried and perished.

Only one final guardian stood in his path.

Aamir’s footsteps slowed as he entered the outer ring of the clearing.

The air grew colder.

Time itself felt slower.

Vyuk stopped beside him, hands clasped behind his back.

No words needed to be spoken.

Not yet.

Because this moment—this silence—was everything they had worked toward.

Every broken bone.

Every sleepless night.

Every beast Aamir had slain.

Every lesson, punishment, and scar.

All of it led to this one place.

Aamir didn’t speak.

He simply looked at the gate... and then beyond it.

Because he could already feel it.

The beast.

It was watching them from the shadows—massive, intelligent, ancient.

Not moving.

Not roaring.

Just... waiting.

Like a judge at the final trial.

Vyuk finally broke the silence.

His voice was calm, but grave.

"Once you enter that space... it’s just you and the beast. I can’t interfere."

Aamir nodded once. He didn’t need help.

Not anymore.

He could feel his heart beating—but not with fear.

With focus.

"I’m ready," he said softly.

But before he could take another step forward, Vyuk raised a hand, stopping him.

His master turned to him, expression sharpening.

Aamir turned to Vyuk, fire burning in his eyes.

"Let’s go then."

Vyuk narrowed his gaze. "Before we begin... listen carefully."

He placed a firm hand on Aamir’s shoulder, his tone calm but heavy with warning.

"This beast you’re about to face—it’s unlike anything you’ve fought before. Strength alone won’t win this. You don’t need to defeat it...

You need to prove your worth. Prove that you’re more than just power."

Aamir nodded solemnly. "I understand."

Vyuk’s expression darkened slightly. "One more thing... don’t use that form of yours. Not yet. Face it with your current state."

Aamir’s eyes flickered with understanding.

A brief silence followed.

Then... a memory began to stir in his mind.

Aamir stood in the midst of a dark, misty battlefield deep within the Eternal Dungeon. A Level 7 beast, twice his size, had driven him back repeatedly.

Despite his fusion of Pran and Adrenaline Energy, it wasn’t enough.

His breath ragged, blood trickling from his lip, he called out in frustration—

"System, activate Chimera Form!"

The moment he said it, his Sanity dropped to 0.

He didn’t even realize it had started.

His eyes turned feral—slitted, glowing like molten gold. His skin stretched and shifted. Veins darkened. Wings erupted from his back like shards of black crystal.

Muscles expanded. Claws extended.

His mind dissolved into rage.

He didn’t fight the beast—he obliterated it.

A single swing.

The monster didn’t even have time to scream.

When the dust settled, Aamir stood amidst the wreckage—a beast in humanoid form. Panting. Growling. Empty-eyed.

Until—

"Aamir!"

Vyuk’s voice cut through the fog like lightning.

Aamir turned instantly, appearing before him in the blink of an eye.

WHAM!

His clawed fist smashed toward Vyuk’s face.

But Vyuk caught it with a single hand.

He smirked. "What else have you been hiding, kid? This punch... isn’t bad."

Aamir struck again—and again. Mindless. Relentless.

But Vyuk danced between the blows like a phantom, not letting a single strike land.

"You’d be terrifying if you could control this."

"But right now... you’re just a danger. To yourself."

He vanished and reappeared behind Aamir in a flash. His hand slammed into Aamir’s gut—a precise hit, not to hurt, but to disrupt his flow.

"Sorry, kid."

Vyuk chopped down on Aamir’s neck with controlled force.

Darkness swallowed Aamir.

Present – Back in the Valley

Aamir’s eyes softened with reflection.

He had woken up days after that incident, lying beneath a waterfall where Vyuk had dumped him to cool off.

When he saw the destruction around him, and Vyuk told him the truth...

He made a vow.

"I won’t use that form again... not until I can fully control it."

That was when he was Level 61.

Now, standing here at Level 77, that memory felt like a lifetime ago.

Who knows? Maybe now... maybe soon... he could reclaim that form.

But not today.

Today, he would win as Aamir Singh.

"Don’t worry, master," Aamir said, breathing steadily. "I’m not the same beast who lost control."

Vyuk’s gaze hardened... then he gave a small nod.

"Good. Then let’s see what you’ve become."

The air around them thickened.

The exit to the Eternal Dungeon loomed ahead.

And guarding it... a tremor echoed from deep within the trees.

The gatekeeper approached.