I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 120: The Seven Steps Of Transcendence

Dharam stood in the heart of the battlefield—veins bulging, sweat trailing down his temples. His chest heaved with each breath, but his eyes remained sharp—unyielding.

WHOOSH—BAM—WHOOSH—BOOM.

Zorwath struck again and again—each blow dark and vicious, pulsing with corrupted energy.

Dharam deflected them all—arms weaving like a masterful dance, feet barely shifting, body rooted like an ancient tree.

The soldiers who still stood watched in awed silence. Some clenched their weapons tighter; others dared not blink.

Aamir’s heart pounded like a drum inside his chest.

"How can he still stand against that monster... alone?!"

Beside him, Seenu whispered hoarsely, "That’s not a man... that’s a force of nature."

In the distance, Aamir watched—jaw clenched, heart racing.

"He’s only taken one step... and he’s holding him back?!"

Beside him, King Veerendra’s voice rumbled with caution:

"No. He’s not fighting equal yet. He’s only deflecting. That man—Zorwath—he’s still holding back. The question is... for how long?"

Aamir’s gaze flicked to his system screen.

His heart sank as cold numbers glowed:

[Chimera Form - Cooldown Remaining: 30 Minutes]

"What the hell?! Thirty minutes left?! Damn it!"

Aamir gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

"Every second counts... every breath wasted could be their last."

He forced himself to stand straighter, fists trembling at his sides.

"I can’t be useless... not now."

He clenched his fists, frustration boiling within.

"Why am I so weak... when it matters the most?!"

But then—Luman’s calm voice echoed through his mind:

"You are not weak, Aamir. And this is not your fight—not yet. Others are here to buy you time."

On the battlefield, Dharam’s form blurred—a single punch slipping through the relentless assault.

BAM!

A solid blow struck Zorwath’s ribs, sending the monstrous being skidding back across the ground.

Zorwath laughed—crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Oh? Shifting from defense to offense now?"

Dharam exhaled, grounding his stance.

His foot slid forward—an inch—taking the Second Step.

A pulse of unseen power burst from his core.

His previously sealed energy surged back—but now, it rotated in a new spiral—deeper, sharper, deadlier.

A blooming lotus of pure energy shimmered faintly around his body, petals of light unfurling.

Aamir glanced at Seenu and the others—all wide-eyed, breathless.

Raj shook his head in disbelief.

"Damn old man... I knew you were strong, but THIS strong?"

Then—Dharam thrust both fists forward.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

Compressed air shot toward Zorwath like cannonfire—waves of force tearing through the space between them.

Zorwath weaved through the strikes with ease, smirking.

"Air strikes? Clever. But still not enough."

He raised a hand—his dark aura flaring, shadows rippling beneath his feet.

"Now... I’ll use a little more of my strength. Let’s see what you can do against that."

All around them, soldiers exchanged terrified glances.

"Did you hear that?" one whispered.

"He wasn’t even trying yet...?"

King Veerendra’s knuckles whitened around the hilt of his blade. "Brace yourselves. The next exchange could tear this field apart."

BLINK!

In an instant—Zorwath vanished.

Before anyone could react, he reappeared right in front of dharam—GRAB!

One clawed hand clamped around dharam’s throat.

CRACK!

Zorwath slammed dharam against a massive stone pillar—the rock groaned under the force.

Haider Ali’s eyes widened in alarm.

"No—! It’s bad! If Dharam loses contact with the ground, the Steps will collapse!"

But King Veerendra’s gaze sharpened.

"No. Look carefully. He’s not canceling it."

Haider blinked, stunned.

"But... it’s impossible! He must stay grounded—!"

Veerendra’s lips curled.

"It seems... he’s rewritten some of the technique’s rules. He’s maintaining it—barely."

Suddenly—CRACK!

The lotus aura around Dharam flared brighter, petals swirling faster.

THIRD STEP.

Veins across Dharam’s arms turned golden-pink.

His eyes blazed with fierce light—unbreakable will.

BOOM!

Dharam appeared before Zorwath in a blink—fist cocked back—SLAM!

A devastating punch connected squarely with Zorwath’s chest.

CRAAACK—WHOOM!

The sheer force shattered the air itself—Zorwath blasted backward, tumbling through stone and earth, until he crashed into the distant ground.

RUMBLE—RUMBLE.

A thick dust cloud rose.

A hush fell over the battlefield.

Slowly—Zorwath rose, brushing dirt from his bloodied cloak.

A thin smile crossed his lips.

"Hmph... well now."

Dharam closed his eyes.

He forced his trembling energy into a new pattern—reshaping the Death Condition technique once more.

His lips moved silently.

One last change...

A ripple spread from his core. The ground trembled faintly beneath his feet.

He opened his eyes—now glowing like molten gold.

"Now... I can move."

Zorwath’s eyes narrowed. "You altered the technique...? Impressive."

From the sidelines, Haider whispered, "He’s pushing the art beyond its limits... but how much longer can his body endure?"

He coughed blood.

"But... only three free steps."

SWOOSH!

Without warning—Dharam vanished, reappearing next to Zorwath.

His leg swept out—CRACK!—a devastating kick to the ribs.

BAM!

Before Zorwath could react—BAM!

A brutal punch drove him downward.

THUD!

Zorwath’s head slammed into the earth beneath a savage axe kick.

Standing above him, Dharam exhaled sharply.

"That... was my first free step."

Pain seared through every nerve—his vision swam.

Hold on, Dharam. Just a little longer.*

*For them. For the future.

Blood dripped from his mouth. His knees wavered.

"No... my body... it’s weakening..."

Zorwath rose slowly, grinning.

"What’s wrong, human? Reaching your limit already?"

Dharam smirked through bloodied lips.

"Oh no... don’t worry. I won’t die until I kill you."

He inhaled deeply—then moved.

Step two.

Step three.

Step... SEVEN.

A horrifying pressure crushed down on him—bones creaked, veins bulged—yet he stood tall, unyielding.

"Now... I’ll destroy you."

For the first time, a flicker of doubt crossed Zorwath’s crimson gaze.

He’s still standing? Even now?

But his grin only widened. "Then come, human. Show me the limits of your will."

Zorwath’s grin widened.

"Oh? Really?"

King Veerendra spoke in a low voice, almost to himself.

"He’s staking his life on this final clash."

Aamir whispered back, voice tight. "And if he falls... we’re all next."

With a snarl, Zorwath lunged—his punch infused with deadly power.

CRACK!

Dharam’s fist met his head-on. The force shattered both their fists—bone splintered, flesh torn.

Zorwath blinked—eyes narrowing.

"Strange... my hand... it’s not regenerating?"

But before he could process it—

BOOM!

Dharam’s fist struck the right side of his chest.

CRUNCH!

Ribs shattered—blood sprayed from Zorwath’s mouth.

Each blow tore at Dharam’s body too—arms trembling, bones fracturing.

Still—he advanced.

Another punch—Zorwath leapt back—too late.

CRACK!

Dharam’s blow severed one of his legs clean off.

Zorwath landed, panting—balanced on a single leg.

He laughed hoarsely.

"You... human... you’re admirable. I’ll make you an offer. Become my subordinate. Serve under me—I’ll make you my general. You’ll be the strongest after me."

Barely able to stand, Dharam chuckled.

"Hah... no thanks. I’ll pass."

Blood trickled from his lips.

"And now... I’ll kill you. With... three combo strikes."

He surged forward.

First punch—CRACK! Zorwath’s chest caved further.

Second punch—BAM! His face crumpled—right eye destroyed, bone shattered.

Third punch—BOOM! His chest ruptured entirely—Zorwath collapsed to his knees, gasping, blood pouring down.

Dharam stood—his body barely holding together.

Bones crushed. Muscles torn. Vision blurring.

In the distance—Aamir’s system chimed.

[NOTICE]

[Chimera Form - Cooldown Ended. Host may now activate.]

Aamir’s eyes blazed.

"Now!"

Dharam collapsed.

Aamir roared:

"Everyone! Now’s the perfect time—kill him! Attack together!"

A roar rose from the remaining soldiers.

"For Dharam! For Aryavrata!"

Spears lowered, blades gleamed, and they charged with newfound courage.

Haider’s voice rang out. "Don’t give him time—overwhelm him!"

The remaining fighters surged forward.

Aamir activated his Chimera Form—WHOOSH!—shooting toward Zorwath like a bullet.

But—suddenly—the air thickened.

Time seemed to slow.

Zorwath smirked—blood dripping from his lips.

"So... you thought this was enough to kill me?"

His voice echoed—cold and dark.

"You are mistaken."

He raised a trembling hand.

"Come forth—my children of despair. Born from death... fed by fear... feast upon this battlefield."

A sickening pulse of energy spread outward.

The ground cracked—twisted shadows surged upward.

A wave of nausea swept through the ranks.

"What... are those things?!"

One soldier dropped his weapon, eyes wide with horror.

King Veerendra’s voice boomed, steady as stone.

"Stand firm! We fight until the last breath!"

From the swirling darkness—grotesque beasts took shape—hulking forms of bone, sinew, and corrupted energy.

Their howls echoed with unnatural hunger.

Zorwath’s voice rang out once more—cold and commanding: freewebnoveℓ.com

"Hunt. Kill. Make them understand... this world belongs to ME."

Suddenly—WHAM!

A massive shadowy hand materialized—SMASH!—swatting Aamir from mid-air.

He crashed into the ground hard—dust and stone erupting.

Before their eyes—one beast fully formed:

Bones first, then veins, then flesh, skin, and fur—its monstrous form towering.

Its head resembled a grotesque dog—jagged teeth gleaming, standing upright with two clawed hands.

Around it—more and more beasts began to emerge from the darkness.

One soldier whispered in terror:

"We’re... we’re screwed now..."

Aamir’s eyes widened as the grotesque beasts rose from the shadows. His voice caught in his throat.

"No... this isn’t over. It’s just begun."

END OF Chapter

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