The ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE SYSTEM
Chapter 63: THE BEAST KINGDOM

Chapter 63: THE BEAST KINGDOM

The alliance with the Demon King... that was only the first step. Now, it was time to turn toward the Beast Kingdom. But this would not be easy.

The Beast Kingdom was a realm of fierce pride and brutal strength, ruled by ancient laws written in blood and sharpened claws. Mercy was weakness. Power was everything.

I needed Vornark’s help—more than that, I needed him as an ally. He was not just strong or another beast with potential. He was the rightful heir to the Beast Kingdom. The current king? That was his uncle. The same man who had betrayed Vornark’s father, seized the throne by force, and buried the truth beneath layers of lies and blood.

I knew the truth. Vornark’s parents... they were still alive. Locked away, forgotten, deep inside the Beast Kingdom’s most terrible prison. Even Vornark didn’t know this yet. But I did. I had lived through what came after the walls collapsed. I had seen what happened when it was already too late.

But this time... things would be different.

This time, I would act before chaos could begin.

There were only nine days left. Nine days before the walls between worlds shattered. Before Earth, the Demon Realm, and the Beast Continent became one.

When that happened... war, fear, and blood would flood the lands. The endless cycle would repeat once again.

But I had an advantage that no one else had.

The class I had awakened—Lawrenderer—gave me power and authority unlike any other. While the walls between worlds still stood, I was the only one who could move freely between them. Not even the kings of the realms had that power.

They thought they had time. They thought their enemies were still far away, behind the walls. But they did not understand—the end had already begun.

Only I—and the few who stood with me—knew the truth.

The Beast Kingdom believed it was safe. Strong and unshakable. But if I could bring Vornark to the front, if I could give him what he needed to take back what was his... I could break their false security before the walls fell.

The only question now was—would the Beast King give up without a fight? Or would I have to rewrite his laws myself?

And if I did... would Vornark be ready to bear the weight of an entire kingdom on his back?

He didn’t just need to survive.

He needed to become something the Beast Kingdom had never seen before.

A true king.

THE BEAST KINGDOM

Throne Hall – Beast Kingdom

The Beast Kingdom was a wild land shaped by fang and claw. Its rough beauty hid a cruel truth: strength was the only law, and the weak were nothing but prey.

Tall cliffs stood like fierce guardians all around the kingdom. Ancient forests whispered with the sounds of a thousand hunts.

At the center stood the Ghar’zul Citadel, the kingdom’s iron heart. It was carved from volcanic stone and strengthened by the bones of giant, fallen beasts. Its huge shadow stretched far across the land like a dark omen.

Deep inside the citadel, in the echoing halls of the palace, true power ruled.

The throne room was a place of savagery and fear. The stone floor was dark and streaked with red, like dried blood. Skulls of defeated enemies lined the walls, silent warnings to anyone who dared challenge the king.

Fires flickered in hanging braziers, throwing dancing shadows across the high ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, iron, and something ancient—something that spoke of battles long forgotten.

At the far end of the hall sat King Krow, the ruler of the Beast Kingdom.

He was a dark beast with the shape of a tall raven. His feathers shined with a strange oily glow, and his red eyes burned like hot embers. Black fur draped across his shoulders, and sharp talons gripped the arms of his jagged, black throne.

But Krow was not the rightful king.

He was a usurper.

He had betrayed his own blood—his brother, the true king—and stolen the throne through lies and violence.

Now he sat in silence, radiating a heavy, dangerous power.

Suddenly, a beast servant rushed into the room, out of breath, and dropped to one knee.

"Y-your Majesty... an urgent report," the servant gasped, sweat shining on his fur.

King Krow didn’t move. His fierce gaze told the servant to speak.

"It’s about the rat," the servant said, his voice trembling with fear. "He’s gone. The detection spell we placed on him—it’s stopped working. We don’t know when or how, but it’s like he vanished."

Silence filled the room.

A cold, terrifying silence.

The spell—an advanced magic to detect consciousness—had been woven into the very ground beneath Vornark’s feet. Even though Vornark had disguised himself as a poor beggar in the slums, the king had always known where he was. Not because of spies, but because of this magic.

King Krow had let Vornark live. Let him suffer. Let him believe he might survive. It was all a cruel game.

And now... the piece had gone missing.

With a sharp motion, Krow moved his claw near his temple.

SCHLINK—!

The servant’s eyes widened for a moment before his head was cut clean off, landing with a dull thud on the stone floor.

Blood spread like dark ink.

A moment later, a cloaked figure, wrapped in shadows, appeared silently by the throne.

Krow didn’t even look at him. He already knew who it was.

"Shadow," he said in a low voice.

The black-clad beast knelt with his head bowed.

"That rat... that boy was mine," Krow growled with anger. "I left him alive to suffer. To remind him how weak he really is. And now he just disappears... like that?"

Krow slammed his claw into the throne’s armrest, cracking the stone.

"Search everywhere," he commanded. "Tear apart the lower districts, question every contact, every dirty place where he might have begged for food. Find his scent, his shadow—anything!"

The Shadow nodded once.

"As you command, my king. Vornark will be found."

"Do not come back empty-handed," Krow hissed. "I want to see him before I break his bones. That boy carries the blood of the throne. And blood must bleed."

The Shadow disappeared again, quiet as death.

Krow leaned back on his throne, his wings twitching in irritation.

"Wherever you are, nephew... I will find you. And when I do, there will be no more games."

Chen Yu’s Mansion, Private Lounge

Back in a quiet lounge inside a normal, modern mansion in the Earth Realm, Chen Yu stood near a large window, looking out at the calm garden.

No one would guess that this peaceful man was standing at the center of a coming storm—one that would tear apart three worlds.

Only nine days remained before the walls between the worlds fell.

And no one else knew—not humans, not spirits, not beasts.

Only Chen Yu and a few close allies understood what was really about to happen.

Chen Yu took a deep breath, thinking over everything he knew.

His class ability, Lawrenderer, was the only reason he could move freely between the still-separated realms.

That freedom came with a price. With great chance. And with great danger.

"If Vornark wants revenge," Chen Yu thought, "he will have to become much stronger than he is now. Right now, he is far from ready."

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering when they first met.

Vornark had been hiding in plain sight, disguised as a beggar. He wasn’t chained or locked up.

But what Vornark didn’t know was that a tracking spell had been cast on him—a cruel magic set by the king himself to watch him like a trapped rat.

"And yet... we managed to get him away right from under their noses."

Chen Yu’s lips curved into a small smile.

Krow must be furious right now.

That thought was satisfying. But this was far from over.

Suddenly, Chen Yu’s mind sharpened. The plan was clear.

He turned, his voice steady and full of purpose.

"Vornark. Come in."

The door opened, and Vornark stepped inside. He wore simple training clothes, but his eyes were sharp and alert. His silver-white hair fell behind his shoulders, and a quiet, burning strength seemed to glow inside him.

"I think it’s time for you to start your revenge," Chen Yu said clearly.

Vornark paused for a moment, then slowly looked up.

Chen Yu continued, "And when this is done... I have a gift for you."

There was a moment of silence.

Then Vornark’s serious face softened into a small, knowing smile. A quiet pulse of beast power rose around him.

"Tell me what I need to do."

Chen Yu stepped closer, eyes cold and focused.

It was time to move the first piece on the board.

And that piece... was a forgotten prince.

UNKNOWN LOCATION

A dimly lit chamber stretched in silence, its stone walls damp with age. A figure in a long black robe stood motionless in the center, his face hidden beneath a deep hood. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something older—something arcane.

A second figure stepped forward from the shadows, bowing respectfully.

"Sir... the boy has started moving again."

The robed figure didn’t respond immediately. Then, a low, amused laugh echoed through the room—cold and deliberate.

"So... the game resumes," he murmured.

He turned slowly toward the darkness ahead.

"Perhaps... it’s finally time for me to move as well."