The ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE SYSTEM
Chapter 83: A NEW ENTITY

Chapter 83: A NEW ENTITY

Chen Yu looked at the figure in front of him, his brows furrowed.

"How... how did you know I had a nightmare?"

Krow smirked darkly, his golden eyes gleaming with mockery.

"Hah... I suppose it’s only fair to give you that much, since you’ll be dead soon. There was someone... someone who helped us. But don’t bother asking more. That person ordered us not to reveal anything."

His eyes then shifted, cold and cruel, to the young beast beside Chen.

"And my dear niece... what are you doing here? It was so entertaining watching you run around the kingdom like a headless pup—starving, hiding, begging for scraps. You should’ve stayed down in the gutters where you belong."

Vornark’s eyes flared with fury. His lightning aura crackled faintly as his fists clenched.

"KROW! I swear on my bloodline, I will repay you a hundredfold! I’ll take back my kingdom and end you with my own hands! Today, you pay the price for everything you’ve done!"

Krow chuckled, low and mocking.

"Now you call me Krow, huh? Back then, you used to call me Uncle. You used to follow me everywhere, like a loyal little cub. Now look at you... all grown up and barking."

His voice turned cold.

"I’ve heard enough. Shadow."

At his command, the atmosphere twisted as three figures stepped forward from the beast guard formation. Unlike the others, these three radiated overwhelming bloodlust and killing intent. Their bodies shimmered with dark mist, and every step they took made the air feel heavier.

Each of them was at least SSS-rank—the elite force known only as the Shadow, loyal to the emperor and used solely for top-level assassinations and secret missions.

"Capture them all," Krow ordered coldly.

The beast guards around them howled, forming a tight ring. But Chen didn’t hesitate.

"Vornark! Take one of the Shadows—show him what the future king is made of!"

"Roman! Handle the normal guards. Clear a path."

"Hui, you take the remaining two Shadows. I’ll handle Krow myself."

Hui flicked her hair and rolled her eyes.

"Tch. I don’t like being ordered around... but since it’s you, I’ll let it slide. You better compensate me after this, Chen."

"Yeah, yeah—let’s talk rewards after we survive this," Chen replied with a sharp grin. "Focus."

[Vornark vs Shadow]

Lightning surged from Vornark’s body as he charged forward. The Shadow agent didn’t speak—he simply flicked his wrist, and a blade of condensed black energy appeared in his hand.

Vornark’s body blurred, arcs of electricity dancing in his wake. He launched a flurry of high-speed punches charged with volts powerful enough to incinerate stone.

But the Shadow was faster than expected. He weaved through the strikes like mist, landing a slash across Vornark’s chest—but the beast prince tanked the hit and retaliated with a blinding flash.

"⚡Thunder Crash: Skyfall Barrage!"

BOOM!

The entire ground quaked as bolts rained down. The Shadow was forced back, cloak scorched, but still standing—unharmed.

"So... you’re no pushover. Good," Vornark growled. "Neither am I."

[Roman vs Beast Guards]

Roman cracked his neck, then rushed into the crowd. His fists glowed with fiery force as he bulldozed through the normal guards like a wrecking machine.

"Come at me, weaklings! You think you’re enough to stop me?!"

One by one, beast warriors fell under his brutal strikes. Each blow knocked back enemies like ragdolls, bones crunching under raw physical power.

[Hui vs Twin Shadows]

Hui stood still, her eyes glowing with demonic intensity. The two Shadows lunged at her, claws extended, but she merely smirked.

"You dare come at me together? Cute."

She vanished, reappearing mid-air with swirling red energy around her.

"Demon Art: Crimson Execution!"

A crimson arc sliced downward, forcing both shadows to dodge. One lost an arm. The other countered, but she bent like a dancer, avoiding the strike and planting her heel into his throat.

"You’ll need more than stealth to handle me."

The battle had just begun, but the mansion shook under the force of their clashes.

In the center of it all, Chen slowly turned toward Krow, his aura rising.

But that clash... was still to come.

CHEN VS KROW

Chen Yu’s cold eyes locked onto Krow as the battle behind him raged with chaos and blood. The distant crackles of lightning from Vornark’s strikes, the furious roars of Hui’er, and the relentless clash of Roman’s fists were all muffled by the tension building between the two figures now standing face to face.

"They’ve been dealt with," Chen said calmly, brushing dust off his shoulder as his black aura pulsed faintly around him. "Now... how do you plan to fight me, Krow?"

Krow let out a slow laugh, one filled with disdain and pride. "Do you really think I became the Beast King for nothing? I’m not just a leader in name, boy. I am a Dark-type beast—one born in the Abyss itself. You think you can kill me?"

Before his words could echo fully, Chen Yu’s eyes narrowed.

"Gravity Pressure – 1000x."

A sudden shift in the air—no, the entire battlefield trembled. The earth cracked beneath their feet as an immense invisible force pressed down. Krow’s knees buckled, his limbs trembled, and the once-mighty king of beasts found himself unable to move.

"What... What is this?!" Krow growled, veins bulging as he struggled under the overwhelming pressure. "What are you doing, kid?!"

Chen didn’t respond. His figure remained composed, the aura around him surging with even darker intensity.

Suddenly, Krow’s body blurred into mist—a technique known to only the top echelon of dark beasts.

"Shadow Escape!" he muttered.

In the blink of an eye, he melted into the darkness, vanishing from beneath the crushing gravity. But Chen’s eyes caught it. With terrifying agility, he leapt into the air, sensing the shifting shadows, and struck with a burst of condensed power.

"Void Pulse!"

A deep humming filled the air, and from Chen’s outstretched hand exploded a sphere of crackling void energy—silent, weightless, but terrifying. It pierced through Krow’s emerging form, blowing off his right arm in a burst of black blood.

"AAAGH!!" Krow screamed, stumbling backward.

"W-What is this power...?" he gasped, holding his mutilated shoulder. "Void energy... I’ve never seen this... Who—what are you?!"

Krow’s eyes widened in panic. "I shouldn’t have agreed to this... If it weren’t for them, I would’ve waited—planned better."

He raised his remaining arm toward the sky and shouted.

"O Great Reth of Darkness—lend me your power!"

Dark clouds swirled above. A black mist enveloped him as corrupt energy surged through his body, restoring some of his strength and forming a cloak of shadow around his body. He howled in rage, darkness leaking from his eyes.

But Chen simply raised his hand again.

"I’ve already seen this trick before."

He clenched his fist, and a lance of void energy formed. With a single motion, he hurled it.

The blast sliced through the darkness surrounding Krow like paper and took his left arm clean off. The king fell to his knees, eyes wide, disbelief etched across his bloodied face.

"No... no, this can’t be happening! My Reth... how is your power stronger than the blessing of the abyss itself?!"

His eyes darted around frantically, as if searching for something—no, someone.

He screamed.

"WHY ARE YOU HIDING?! SHOW YOURSELF! YOU TOLD ME TO DRAW OUT HIS POWER, AND NOW YOU WON’T EVEN HELP ME?!"

The battlefield froze for a moment.

Everyone—even the fighting Vornark, Hui’er, and Roman—felt the weight behind those words.

Someone had manipulated this confrontation.

Someone in the shadows was pulling the strings.

And Chen Yu... just stared at Krow, unmoved.

"...So this wasn’t just a battle. It was a test." Chen’s voice was cold. "You were trying to bait something out of me."

Krow’s expression twisted in horror, pain, and betrayal. But there was no response. The hidden force he called out to did not answer.

He was alone.

And Chen Yu slowly stepped forward, his eyes glowing faintly violet, the void swirling gently around his fists.

"Too late," Chen said. "No one’s coming to save you now."

As soon as Chen Yu spoke those words, a sudden ripple tore through the air—unnaturally fast and silent.

Whoosh!

A sword, sleek and pitch-black like it had been forged from the night itself, came flying directly at him.

Chen’s instincts screamed. He twisted his body midair and narrowly dodged it, the blade slicing cleanly past his cheek and embedding itself deep into the stone ground with a sinister hum.

He landed, knees bent, eyes narrowing.

"Who are you?" Chen asked, eyes scanning the area. "I didn’t even sense your presence..."

A low, echoing chuckle answered him. From the shadows beyond the battlefield, a figure emerged.

He wore a tattered black robe that flowed unnaturally, as if moved by an invisible wind. His face—if he had one—was hidden beneath a deep hood, swallowed by complete darkness. No skin. No eyes. Only the void.

An oppressive aura descended over the area, thick and suffocating. Even the wind seemed to still.

"You shouldn’t be able to sense me, human," the robed figure said, his voice cold, mechanical, yet strangely calm—as if spoken from the depths of some abyss. "Your kind wasn’t meant to."

He stopped a few steps away from Krow’s wounded, kneeling form, who looked up at him, half in relief and half in dread.

The figure turned to Chen Yu.

"You interest us. You should not possess that energy... and yet you do. The void should not exist in your bloodline."

Chen didn’t answer. His body tensed, preparing for whatever came next.

The figure tilted his head. "Join us, Chen Yu. Abandon the Reths and those beast fools. You have potential beyond anything they can offer. We will make you stronger than even the emperors of this world."

Chen blinked once. Then, he threw his head back and laughed.

"Stronger than emperors?" he said. "Sorry. I don’t need your power. I’ll become stronger than them on my own. And I’ll do it while standing with those I trust."

The figure didn’t react. "So this is your choice?"

Chen nodded. "Yeah. I’m not interested in crawling in the shadows for strength. I’d rather carve my own path—even if I have to walk it alone."

The figure slowly raised his arm. Dark tendrils spiraled out from beneath his sleeve, snaking through the air with a hiss.

"Then walk it you shall, Chen Yu. But know this—" the figure’s voice became lower, like a whisper straight into his mind, "—you were not supposed to exist."

And with that, the battlefield trembled again.