I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 107: Ambush In The Southern Wing

The courtyard buzzed with activity. All around, warriors and soldiers trained in perfect rhythm—some sparring in intense duels, others immersed in rigorous workouts, sharpening their bodies like weapons forged through sweat and discipline.

Aamir walked into the center of the field, flanked by Seenu, Riya, Meera, Raj, and Kunal. The murmurs didn’t take long to start. Soldiers glanced at the boy in the center with mixed expressions—confused, amused, and dismissive.

Without hesitation, Aamir stepped forward and raised his voice.

"Listen up, everyone!"

The courtyard stilled. All eyes were on him.

"My name is Aamir Singh. I, along with my comrades, am here to pick the best of the best from among you."

A few soldiers frowned. Some looked at each other, bewildered. Then, one of them—a tall, well-built man with a scar running down his left eye—scoffed and stepped forward.

"And why the hell should we follow a kid? What’s next? You want us to walk you to your mom?"

Snickers echoed through the courtyard. But Aamir’s face didn’t change. His calm unnerved a few.

"I’m not asking you."

"I’m ordering you—as your commander."

That made the man burst into laughter. Loud, mocking, disrespectful.

"Oh really? Then I guess I’m General Haider Ali," he mocked, spreading his arms wide to the laughter of nearby soldiers.

Suddenly, a clear and commanding voice sliced through the noise.

"Enough!"

Afreen walked into the area, her presence silencing the mockery.

"You don’t believe he’s your commander? Then challenge him. See for yourself whether he deserves to lead."

The soldier grinned, cracking his knuckles.

"Gladly. This isn’t a playground for kids anyway."

He stepped forward and took a stance.

"Now prepare for the worst, brat. I’m not gonna go easy on you."

But before he could move—

Aamir vanished.

Gasps erupted. Even Afreen blinked in surprise.

In an instant, Aamir reappeared behind the soldier. His palm struck the man’s neck with precision. The soldier’s eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground—unconscious in a single move.

Silence. Then whispers.

"No way..."

"Did you see his speed?"

"He’s... he’s not just strong, he’s elite-tier, maybe even higher."

Aamir stood straight, gaze calm.

"Anyone else want to test my might?"

No one responded.

"Good. I’m here to select the strongest. Only the best will join me and my comrades. There’s no room for ego—only strength, loyalty, and resolve."

He then closed his eyes and spoke in his mind.

"Hai Luman, can I use Appraisal on everyone here at once?"

["Why not try?"] Luman’s voice replied playfully.

Aamir extended his hand slightly. A soft crimson glow radiated, and the familiar interface of his system screen opened before him. In moments, names, stats, talents, and ranks of every soldier present began flooding the screen.

"Let’s begin."

He and Seenu began selecting. Those with high affinity, potential, and unique traits were chosen first. Aamir even handpicked a few elite warriors from Kyokai’s force—those who had proven their loyalty and skill in past missions.

Riya and Raj were assigned to Aamir’s troop, while Meera and Kunal joined Seenu’s unit—strategically divided for balance and synergy.

After about half an hour, both troupes had been formed—seventy warriors in total, divided into two elite squads.

Aamir marched back to the command tent and stood before Haider Ali, now fully aware of the young commander’s true strength.

"Sir, we’re all set."

Haider Ali looked over the assembled troops and gave a firm nod.

He then stepped forward, raising his voice to address everyone present.

"Listen well!"

"We are not going to war for revenge. We fight for something far greater—

—the honor and pride of Aryavrata."

The soldiers stood straighter, the weight of his words igniting a fire in their hearts.

"They tried to shatter our spirit... to soil our name. But we will answer not with hatred, but with strength. We will repay them not once, but tenfold."

"So I tell you now—

—when the battlefield calls, do not hesitate. Fight for your people. For your families. For your nation."

Thunderous applause erupted.

The preparations were complete. The morale was set.

And Aamir—no longer seen as just a boy—was now acknowledged as a true leader, one who commanded respect not just with words, but power.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the battlefield. Behind Aamir and Seenu marched the finest warriors Aryavrata could offer—swordsmen with blades that had tasted war, mages who could summon fire and frost with a whisper, and tacticians whose minds were sharper than any spear.

Armored boots thudded against the earth in rhythmic unison. Focused eyes. Calm breath. Determined steps.

Aamir turned his head, voice clear and commanding.

"Everyone, listen up!"

"We’re moving to the southern wing. It’s the perfect ground for ambushes and hidden attacks. We can’t let our guard down, not even for a moment."

Seenu added calmly beside him:

"Avoid engaging unless necessary. But if you must fight—

—finish what you start. Never turn your back on an enemy."

The troops answered in perfect unison.

"Yes, Commander!"

Aamir gave a firm nod, then the two units began their march—one led by Aamir, the other by Seenu. Their path led through rugged terrain and dense thickets. After about half an hour, the trail twisted into familiar terrain—the forest. Towering trees loomed overhead, casting dappled light upon the earth below.

They had cleared out plenty of beasts in this region before, so it was relatively calm now.

Too calm.

Aamir scanned the area, feeling the silence stretch unnaturally.

"No enemy activity yet..." he muttered. "Odd."

He paused, then turned to Seenu.

"Let’s split now."

"You take the right flank. I’ll go from the left. If we meet enemies within the forest, we crush them. But remember—

once we cross this forest... there’s no turning back."

Seenu gave a single nod.

"Understood."

With a sharp motion of his hand, the troops divided. Aamir and his half veered left, Seenu and his half right, weaving between ancient trees, every leaf rustle and snapping twig magnified in their heightened senses.

As Aamir advanced deeper into the dense forest, his instincts kicked in. A flicker in the wind. A chill crawling down his spine.

He raised his hand, halting his squad.

"Wait."

His crimson eyes scanned the area.

"Luman... something’s here, right?"

["Sharp as ever. There’s movement... but it’s not beasts this time."]

Suddenly, a faint aura shimmered in the distance—fast, fleeting, almost ethereal.

Aamir narrowed his eyes.

"Everyone. Formation C. Prepare for engagement—but hold position until I give the word."

Steel slid from sheaths. Magic circles flickered to life. The air tensed like a drawn bowstring.

Something—someone—was watching them.

The forest air was thick—humid with tension and laced with the metallic scent of impending violence.

Aamir stood at the front of his unit, eyes sharp and unwavering.

Raj cracked his knuckles, standing to his right. Riya tightened her grip on her staff to the left. Behind them, elite soldiers readied themselves, breath steady, nerves calm.

Every heartbeat felt like the beat of a war drum.

Aamir’s crimson system screen flickered before his eyes. He scanned rapidly—a hidden enemy presence moving fast, cloaked behind illusions and magic barriers.

He murmured. "Thay are here."

"Mages! Target at two o’clock—prepare your spells!"

Riya was the first to respond, already spinning her staff. Five other mages turned in sync, facing the trees at their two o’clock. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Aamir raised his hand.

"Now!"

Flames roared. Ice shattered. Lightning cracked.

A barrage of spells tore through the forest, exploding against the trees—and then, with a rustle and a groan, figures dropped from the canopy above. Some charred, some frozen, some stunned.

The ambushers had been exposed.

"Energy Controllers! Prepare for direct combat!"

Just as his voice echoed through the woods, a group of Navarra soldiers launched their attack—blades drawn, war cries sharp and clear.

Aamir didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, grabbing an enemy mid-air, twisting in a flip, and slamming him into the ground with bone-breaking force.

To his right, Raj roared and landed a devastating punch into another soldier’s chest, sending him crashing into a tree.

"Aamir!" Raj called out. "These aren’t elite troops. They’re just decoys!"

Aamir’s eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I know—"

WHAM!

A powerful fist, glowing with reinforced energy, struck Aamir from the blind side.

The world spun.

He flew through the trees, crashing through trunk after trunk, until his body finally hit the ground hard, dust and splinters erupting in a cloud.

"Aamir!" Riya shouted, panic flashing in her eyes.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Even the enemies paused—waiting to see if he would rise.

Leaves fell gently in the silence, brushing against the broken branches. The dust had barely settled when the figure emerged—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in obsidian armor with a crimson crest.

His voice cut through the forest like a knife.

"So this is Aryavrata’s frontline?"

"Sending children to war... how pathetic."

The soldiers behind him laughed—cold, merciless, eyes gleaming with contempt.

Aamir rose slowly from the shattered earth, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes, burning with quiet fury, locked onto the man.

He dusted off his clothes, his presence calm—but his aura surged like a coming storm.

"Well," he said, voice steady, "we kids are more than enough to handle the likes of you."

The enemy’s smirk faltered, just for a second.

"Soldiers!" Aamir raised his voice. "He’s not alone!"

From behind the enemy warrior, a full unit emerged from the shadows—disciplined, armored, and undeniably powerful. Their formation was tight, their energy radiating pressure.

Raj and Riya immediately stepped forward, while Seenu narrowed his eyes from the right flank.

Aamir grinned.

"Now we’re talking."

The wind howled through the trees.

The forest, once quiet, now stood between two forces teetering on the edge of all-out war.

To be continued...

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