I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 138: Breath Like a Mountain, Flow Like the Wind

The night had fallen like a thick velvet curtain over the jungle, wrapping the world in silence and moonlight. The stars blinked above the canopy, and the soft sound of crickets echoed in the distance. A gentle breeze stirred the surface of the pond, sending delicate ripples across the water’s mirror-like skin.

Aamir and Vyuk sat quietly near the pond’s edge. The soft glow of moonlight bathed the scene in silver. Spark and Tony were curled up beside Aamir, snoring softly, their small chests rising and falling in rhythm with the breeze.

Aamir glanced at Vyuk, who sat cross-legged with his hands resting calmly on his knees, eyes closed. There was something timeless about him—like a stone shaped by wind over centuries.

Suddenly, Vyuk spoke, his voice calm and low.

"Listen, Aamir... Pran is the subtle life-energy that flows through all living things."

"It exists in layers—starting from the chaotic, personal current inside your body to the great universal river that connects everything in existence."

Aamir remained silent, letting the words sink in.

"Right now, you’re only scratching the surface," Vyuk continued, "trying to sense your own life force and maybe move it. But unlike Adrenaline Energy, Pran cannot be pushed or bent. It’s not something you force. You must become worthy of guiding it."

Aamir leaned forward, intrigued. "So... how do I become worthy?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

Vyuk opened his eyes, the firelight of wisdom flickering within them.

"You learn to breathe like a mountain—still, calm, unmoving."

"And walk like air—light, quiet, flowing."

The pond reflected their silhouettes, rippling slightly with each breeze.

"There’s no better place than this pond to train," Vyuk said. "Sit here. Meditate. Let the world speak. And this time, don’t chase Pran. Let it come to you."

Aamir nodded and crossed his legs, taking a deep breath.

He closed his eyes. This time, he didn’t force the pink orb of energy within his core. He didn’t push or twist. He simply felt. As if it were real, physical—like a marble resting inside his body.

He reached for it—not with his hands or thoughts—but with presence.

And slowly, like a bird cautiously stepping out of its nest, the orb moved.

A flicker. A breath. A shift.

He could feel it sliding upward—slow, steady. It wasn’t strength. It wasn’t power. It was life itself, flowing like a gentle current.

He directed it toward his right arm, curious.

As it reached his shoulder, a strange sensation erupted through his muscles—like warmth melting away tightness. But... something else happened.

His body.

It looked black from the inside. Like shadows clinging to bone.

What is this...?

He guided the Pran orb deeper into that darkness, and wherever it touched, it glowed—like sunlight shining into a cave.

The blackness slowly dissolved.

Startled yet curious, Aamir focused harder. He pushed the orb to more parts of his body—his chest, spine, legs, lungs.

Everywhere it went... the same thing happened.

The dark substance faded.

But this wasn’t pain. It was weird—but not painful. It was cleansing. Refreshing.

The process wasn’t quick. Hours passed.

He lost track of time.

The breeze changed. The night stretched on.

And finally, his body trembled gently—not in exhaustion, but from... release.

He opened his eyes.

A strange sticky feeling clung to his skin.

He looked down.

His entire body was covered in a thin layer of black, oily fluid—like tar, but lighter, steaming gently under the first rays of morning sun.

"Ugh!" Aamir exclaimed. "What the hell is this?!"

Across the pond, Vyuk—who had now moved to the other side—smirked.

"Morning, kid. You stink like swampwater and regret."

Aamir blinked. "Wait... it’s morning?!"

Vyuk nodded. "You’ve been meditating for nearly eight hours. Now do me a favor and go clean yourself. You smell like a beast’s backside."

Without another word, Aamir groaned and stumbled to his feet, then dove into the pond.

SPLASH.

He scrubbed the strange black gunk from his body, watching it dissolve into the water like ink.

Just as he finished rinsing the last bit of grime off his arms, a sharp buzz echoed in Aamir’s mind—like a ripple of static.

A crimson light flashed briefly in his vision, followed by a chime.

[System Notification]

New Goal Unlocked – Become Beyond What You Are

Aamir blinked, startled. "What the...? What’s that supposed to mean?"

Without thinking, he called out in his mind. "Luman? Hey, can you explain this to me?"

A brief silence. Then—faint, glitching static.

A distorted voice echoed in his head, "...This... is ab-b-bout... to... i-i-i... cannnnn—yo-youuu..."

Aamir’s brows furrowed. "What? I can’t understand you."

The voice warped again, flickering like a broken radio.

"I...apologize... Aamir... this...place...not norm-m-mal... syst—glitching... you...on... your...own..."

The voice faded into silence.

Aamir’s heart pounded for a second. "No way... even Luman is down? What the hell kind of place is this?"

He stared at the surface of the water, tension tightening in his chest.

But then—he exhaled slowly.

"Calm down, Aamir," he whispered to himself. "It’s just a glitch... probably because of this dungeon. I’ve handled worse alone."

He steadied his breathing, and looked down at his arms.

Still darkened. Still unfinished.

"Alright... back to it."

He dove once more, focusing entirely on the process of cleansing—the gunk of years peeling away layer by layer. The buzzing fear in his mind was replaced by purpose. Even without Luman... he would finish what he started. After scrubbing every trace of the blackness from his skin, he emerged and stretched his arms wide, the morning breeze brushing against his refreshed body.

"Man, it’s like I’ve recovered from all the fatigue I was sensing till yesterday," Aamir said with a grin.

He glanced at Vyuk, curiosity tugging at his mind.

"Hey, Vyuk... were you always this strong? Who taught you about this Pran stuff, anyway?"

Vyuk sat still across the pond, eyes half-lidded with memory.

"Kid... when I was young, humans weren’t strong in anything. No magic, no systems. Just weakness."

"But an old man who took care of me... he showed me this path. Pran was my only way to survive in a world where power decides everything."

Aamir blinked. "So only you know this stuff? Or are there more people out there who—"

Vyuk cut him off with a wave. "Stop asking. I don’t remember much anymore—it’s been seventeen hundred years, give or take."

Aamir chuckled softly. "Okay, okay. Just curious. You’re a mystery, you know that?"

He looked up at the rising sun breaking over the treetops. The golden light shimmered over the water’s surface, filling the clearing with warmth.

Then Aamir stepped back, took a deep breath, and threw a solid punch into the air—followed by another, and then a swift kick.

"Man... it feels so good," he said with a smile. "Like my body’s finally alive again."

"It’s like all the fatigue from yesterday just... vanished."

Vyuk, now sitting on a smooth rock, nodded.

"That’s the power of Pran."

"You’ve taken the first real step—not just sensing it, but using it. By moving it through your body, you purged your internal impurities."

Aamir looked back at the clumps of black sludge still floating near the pond’s edge.

"So that gunk... came from inside me?"

"Yup," Vyuk said casually. "That was all the filth—physical and energetic—your body held over years. Pran cleaned it out."

Aamir raised an eyebrow.

"Even my Adrenaline Energy causes impurity?"

Vyuk’s expression turned serious.

"Yes. Adrenaline Energy is forceful. It gives power, yes, but it burns fast. It scorches the body. Over time, it builds residue."

He pointed at Aamir’s chest.

"You were strong—but your body was dying slowly. Now, it’s healing."

Aamir rubbed his shoulder thoughtfully. "So... should I stop using Adrenaline Energy altogether?"

Vyuk shook his head.

"No. It’s part of who you are. But until you master Pran—completely—

don’t rely on it for every battle. Build your foundation first. Then later, you’ll be able to purify your Adrenaline Energy with Pran. Make it stronger... safer."

Aamir nodded slowly.

"I see. That’s... actually kinda amazing."

Vyuk stood up, brushing dust from his clothes.

"Welcome to the path of true strength, kid. No shortcuts. No cheating. Just discipline, patience... and purpose."

Aamir took a deep breath, looking at the shining water.

"Well... it’s not like I have any other choice, do I?"

Vyuk smiled.

"That’s the spirit."

Aamir stretched his arms over his head. "So... now what do I have to do?"

"Nothing," Vyuk said. "Let’s take a walk through the forest."

Aamir raised a brow. "What? All of a sudden?"

"It’s good to walk in the early morning," Vyuk replied, smirking. "Don’t you know?"

Aamir sighed. "Huh, fine. Let’s go."

They both walked deeper into the jungle. Birds had started chirping above, and dew still clung to the leaves. The world was waking up.

"So," Aamir asked casually, "do you know how big this place is?"

Vyuk replied without looking back. "It’s not that big. It’s a limited space. But since it’s a dungeon—it has no end."

Aamir tilted his head. "Huh? Limited yet endless? You’re not making sense."

Vyuk chuckled. "Let me clarify. It’s an endless loop."

"Oh. Then how come it doesn’t feel like we’re walking in circles?"

"Because it’s filled with magic," Vyuk said with a blink. "Old, ancient spells that shift the paths."

Aamir narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, I’m not really getting any of that."

"Then just assume I’m babbling nonsense," Vyuk replied with a shrug.

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