I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 223: The Eight Worlds

The red winds of Cyrsis howled faintly outside the obsidian fortress. Inside, the war chamber was lit by braziers, their flames bending and twisting as though straining against the tension in the air.

Aamir sat at the head of the stone table, Zalmic to his right, Seemus to his left. Kunal and Seenu leaned casually against the wall behind him, though both kept sharp eyes on everything.

It was Seenu who broke the silence first.

"Aamir," he said plainly, his voice carrying a tone of curiosity that cut through the heavy air. "I’ve been meaning to ask you... how many planets are there? I mean the ones like Earth—where life really matters?"

Aamir’s crimson gaze shifted toward him. He rested his chin on his hand, silent for a moment before answering.

"In our cosmos, there are eight main planets." His tone was low, steady, almost like a teacher unraveling secrets hidden for centuries. "Each of them holds the strongest forms of life—beings and civilizations that can shake the stars themselves. Other planets exist, yes... but those eight are the pillars. The core worlds. Each one with smaller territories orbiting them like moons."

Seenu raised an eyebrow. "And Zorwath?"

Aamir’s jaw tightened. "Seventeen hundred years ago, Zorwath crushed them all. Every single one. He took each under his control and left his creations to rule in his place."

Zalmic’s hands curled into fists on the table. "And Earth was one of them?"

Aamir nodded faintly. "Yes. But Earth resisted longer than most. My return... changed everything."

Kunal pushed his glasses up, golden eyes narrowing. "So out of these eight... how many are left?"

Aamir leaned back. His cloak shifted as he exhaled slowly.

"I’ve already freed two. Another—was destroyed completely. Zorwath himself fought its guardian, and the battle was so fierce the planet collapsed into dust. That leaves... five."

The chamber went still.

Five planets. Each one crawling with enemies. Each one under Zorwath’s shadow.

Seenu broke the silence again, his voice sharp. "You said his creations rule them. What exactly are they?"

Aamir’s eyes glowed faintly, crimson light reflecting against the black stone walls. "Beasts."

The single word carried weight enough to silence everyone.

"Zorwath was the one who created beasts. They were his children, his soldiers. Each planet has one... the strongest of them. Strong enough to annihilate countries, level mountains, even split the ground itself. If they lose control—if they truly go berserk—" He paused, his voice darkening. "—they don’t just kill civilizations. They destroy entire planets. They are called Eclipse Beasts."

Seenu’s brows furrowed, but his voice was steady. "So they’re stronger than Apex-tier?"

Aamir nodded once. "Far stronger. Apex-tier are nightmares... Eclipse Beasts are extinction itself."

Kunal folded his arms. "So all beasts—every last one—were Zorwath’s doing?"

Aamir shook his head. "Not all. When Zorwath was still a child, Earth already had creatures known as Demons—or Demon Beasts. They were dangerous... but not beyond control. When Zorwath rose to power, he merged what he learned from them with his own twisted essence. He created new beings—stronger, more savage, more devastating. Those became the beasts that plague every world today."

Zalmic’s fangs glinted as he growled softly. "So our wars were all born from him. Every blood-soaked battlefield... traces back to that monster."

Before Aamir could answer, the shadows in the corner of the chamber rippled.

A figure rose silently from the ground—tall, cloaked in black armor. His presence was cold, precise, his voice steady.

"Lord Aamir." Syran bowed, one knee touching the ground. "We have located the planet."

Aamir straightened. "Osyris?"

Syran nodded once. "Yes, my lord. The scouts confirmed the coordinates an hour ago."

Zalmic rose to his feet, his cloak sweeping behind him. "Then we will not waste time. I’ll have the fastest ship prepared immediately."

But Syran lifted a hand, his tone unshaken. "It has already been done, my king. I gave the order before I came here. The vessel prepared is the Infinity Zero—our swiftest creation. With it, the journey will take only five days. A normal ship..." He paused, his gaze flickering toward Aamir. "...would take six months."

The entire chamber froze.

Kunal whistled low. "Five days instead of half a year? That’s... more than just speed. That’s bending space itself."

Seenu smirked faintly, though his eyes were sharp. "Infinity Zero... huh. Sounds like my kind of ride."

Aamir leaned forward, his gaze steady on Syran. "You’ve saved us more than time—you’ve saved lives. I am grateful."

Syran bowed again, his voice calm. "I only serve." Then, like mist, his body sank back into the shadows until nothing remained.

Zalmic exhaled, his expression firm. "Then it’s decided. Osyris is your next battlefield. My people will continue to gather intelligence on the remaining four worlds. But for now—this is where your path lies."

Aamir nodded once, his voice low but unyielding. "Five worlds remain. Five pillars to free. And one tyrant to end."

The flames in the braziers crackled louder, as if stirred by his words.

The war against Zorwath pressed on.

But now—the road to Osyris had opened.

Aamir rose from his seat, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim braziers. His cloak shifted with each step, his voice steady and sharp.

"Seenu. Kunal. We don’t have time. Let’s move."

Seenu cracked his knuckles with a faint grin. "About time."

Kunal adjusted his glasses, golden eyes glinting. "Well then... let’s go save another world."

He turned to the shadows. "Syran. Show us the way."

The black-armored figure emerged silently from the wall, bowing low. His voice was calm, precise. "As you command. Follow me."

They moved through the obsidian fortress, its halls lined with towering spires and crimson lanterns that burned with eerie light. Vampires parted in silence as the group passed, bowing deeply to Aamir and Zalmic, their fear and respect carved into every gesture.

At the end of the path, massive iron doors loomed ahead. Syran raised a hand, and the ground itself rumbled. The doors split apart with a low, grinding groan.

Beyond them—

The launch pad.

The air was colder here, whipping with winds that carried the metallic tang of fuel and steel. The platform stretched wide across the cliffside, suspended above a sea of red clouds.

Dozens of ships stood waiting. Each one was different—sleek, angular, and alien in design. Some were long like blades of silver, others bulky with jagged edges, bristling with runic cannons. Their dark hulls glimmered faintly with crimson energy, each vessel humming like a slumbering beast.

Seenu let out a low whistle. "Not bad... they look like predators waiting to fly."

But Syran did not pause at the rows of ships. He led them toward the center—where one vessel towered above the rest.

The Infinity Zero.

Even from a distance, its presence was undeniable. Unlike the jagged warships surrounding it, this vessel looked almost... elegant. Its frame was sleek and seamless, forged from obsidian-black alloy threaded with veins of glowing silver. The design was sharp, aerodynamic, yet carried an ancient majesty—as though it was built not only to travel, but to endure eternity itself.

Its wings stretched outward like blades, etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly in rhythm, like a heartbeat. At its core, a crystalline engine glowed with shifting colors—crimson, azure, gold—its energy radiating like a star trapped inside a cage of steel.

The ship wasn’t just a machine. It was alive.

Kunal’s eyes flickered as he adjusted his glasses. "Well... damn. That’s not just a ship. That’s a statement."

Seenu smirked. "Looks like it’s faster than it is pretty."

Syran stopped at the edge of the launch pad, gesturing toward the vessel. His voice carried a rare note of reverence.

"This is the Infinity Zero. Forged by my people’s finest engineers using a core that predates even Zorwath’s conquest. It is said the crystal that powers it was taken from the heart of a fallen star. With this ship, distance means nothing. Where other vessels crawl through space, this one leaps."

Aamir stepped forward, his crimson cloak rippling as he gazed at the ship. His eyes narrowed slightly, the glow within them deepening.

"It’s perfect. This will take us to Osyris."

The ship seemed to respond—its engine pulsed brighter, a faint hum rippling through the air as though it recognized its new master.

Kunal raised an eyebrow. "Did... did it just react to you?"

Seenu chuckled. "Figures. Even ships bow to him."

Syran lowered his head slightly. "The Infinity Zero chooses those worthy to command it. It seems... it has already accepted Lord Aamir."

Aamir placed a hand against the black alloy hull. The surface vibrated faintly under his touch, warmth radiating outward like a heartbeat syncing with his own. For a moment, his expression softened.

"Then let’s not waste any more time." He turned, his voice sharp again. "Seenu. Kunal. Board the ship. We leave at once."

Seenu cracked his neck and strode forward. "Finally."

Kunal smirked, his voice dry. "Hope it has good seats. Five days with you two is going to feel like five years."

Aamir ignored the jab, stepping up the ramp as the vessel’s doors slid open silently. Inside, the Infinity Zero glowed with a faint silver light. The corridors were smooth, carved without seams, as though the ship had been grown rather than built. Runes pulsed gently along the walls, guiding their path deeper inside.

The control chamber lay at the heart of it—an expansive dome with crystalline panels circling the walls. At its center, a single throne-like seat faced a console that floated in midair, shifting endlessly like a puzzle that only responded to touch.

Seenu whistled again. "Now that’s a cockpit."

Kunal adjusted his glasses, eyes darting across the panels. "This isn’t just technology. This is... something older. Something closer to a relic."

Syran’s voice echoed behind them. "The Infinity Zero will carry you across the stars. But remember this—its power is vast, but not limitless. Choose your course wisely."

Aamir lowered himself into the central seat. The console glowed instantly, rearranging itself into symbols and commands as if recognizing his presence. The entire chamber thrummed with energy.

Outside, the Infinity Zero’s wings unfolded with a low rumble, its engines flaring to life. The runes etched across its frame blazed brighter, illuminating the launch pad like a second sunrise.

Workers and guards on the platform shielded their eyes, some bowing instinctively.

"Infinity Zero... launching." Syran’s voice carried over the rising hum.

The ground shook as the ship rose, its massive frame lifting effortlessly into the air. The crimson sky split with light as the engines roared—smooth, controlled, not violent but powerful, like a predator gliding into the hunt.

Seenu grinned. "Now this is more like it."

Kunal smirked faintly. "Five days to Osyris, huh? Guess I’ll finally see what these vampire toys can do."

Aamir’s eyes narrowed, his voice low but filled with resolve.

"No. You’ll see what we can do. Osyris is waiting. And so is Zorwath’s shadow."

The Infinity Zero shot forward, vanishing into the bleeding sky.

The war for the stars had begun.