I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 224: To The Osyris

It had been two days since they left the planet Crysis.

Inside the silver hull of the Infinity Zero, silence filled the air — only the soft hum of the engines echoed through the ship.

Aamir sat near the central console, his crimson eyes reflecting the starfield outside. Beside him, Seenu sat cross-legged, polishing the handle of his katana, while Kunal leaned against the window, staring at the endless void beyond.

On the monitor, bright letters blinked softly:

Estimated Arrival: 3 Hours.

Kunal broke the silence first.

"Isn’t it strange?" he said quietly, his tone thoughtful.

Aamir looked up. "What is?"

Kunal’s gaze didn’t move from the stars. "Space. It’s full of so many things — light, darkness, creation itself — and yet it’s so quiet. So... still. It feels amazing, but also terrifying."

Aamir gave a faint smile. "That’s space for you. Beautiful and endless, but deadly if you’re careless."

He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. "And this is just the beginning, Kunal. We have a long way to go — and much worse ahead."

Seenu looked up, his voice calm. "He’s right. What we’ve seen so far was nothing. The real storm is still waiting."

Kunal exhaled. "You sound too calm about it, both of you."

Seenu smirked faintly. "When you’ve seen enough death, calm becomes habit."

The room fell quiet again for a while. Only the faint beeping of the ship’s sensors filled the air.

Then Kunal turned toward Aamir. "Hey, Aamir... I never asked before, but where were you all those five years? You just vanished."

Aamir’s eyes softened, memories flickering behind them.

"I was trapped," he said finally. "Inside the Eternal Dungeon."

Kunal frowned. "Eternal Dungeon?"

"Yes," Aamir said. "It’s a dimension separate from Earth — hidden beneath the Trivnal Tower. Time flows differently there. I met a man inside... his name was Vyuk."

Seenu tilted his head slightly. "Vyuk?"

Aamir nodded. "He was from Zorwath’s era. A warrior — or maybe more than that. He told me stories of what the world used to be before Zorwath became what he is now."

He paused, his tone heavy. "Zorwath wasn’t always a monster. There was a time he was... human. Kind, even. But something changed. Something corrupted him."

Kunal’s brows furrowed. "You mean someone manipulated him?"

"That’s what Vyuk believed," Aamir replied quietly. "And if he’s right... then there’s something far more terrifying behind all this. Something ancient — something we aren’t ready for yet."

For a moment, no one spoke. Even the hum of the ship seemed to fade under the weight of his words.

Finally, Seenu broke the silence. "Then we prepare. We keep moving forward, no matter what’s waiting."

Aamir gave a small smile. "Exactly."

He turned toward them. "What about you two? What happened while I was gone?"

Kunal chuckled dryly. "Well... Seenu here became a king."

Aamir blinked. "A king?"

Seenu scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. Sort of."

Kunal grinned. "Not sort of. The King of Ravindra Nagar himself."

Aamir laughed softly. "I didn’t see that coming."

Seenu sighed. "Neither did I. You know my surname — Khokhar?"

Aamir nodded. "Of course. There’s only one royal family with that name."

Seenu nodded slowly. "My father was the ruler of Virendra Nagar. He died six years ago — illness took him early. I was sixteen. I refused the throne and ran away... until Zorwath appeared."

He looked out the window, his reflection gleaming faintly on the glass. "After that, I had no choice. The city needed someone. So I returned. I became what I was running from."

Kunal muttered, "And then joined the Revolutionary Army right after. Typical Seenu."

Seenu smirked. "And you? You’ve been quiet for too long."

Kunal’s smile faded. His voice dropped lower. "I... destroyed my family."

Aamir turned toward him, his expression serious. "What do you mean?"

"They tried to hunt Ji-Won," Kunal said softly. "For power. They wanted to use her. So I erased the Singhaniya family — every last one of them."

Aamir didn’t speak for a moment. "I see," he said finally. "Then you did what you had to."

Kunal nodded slightly. "Yeah. It doesn’t feel good, but... it’s done."

The air grew heavy again — not from sadness, but understanding.

Three men, carrying three different burdens, heading toward another doomed world.

Then, suddenly—

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The monitor lit up with new data.

[Destination in range: Planet Osyris.]

Kunal leaned forward. "We’re here already?"

Seenu checked the readings. "Two minutes until orbit entry."

Aamir stood, adjusting his gloves. "Then it’s time."

Through the viewing window, the planet Osyris came into sight — a red sphere veined with black mist. Unlike Crysis, its surface looked fractured, as if the planet itself was decaying.

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Clouds swirled like ink in water, and flashes of pale lightning crawled across the bruised sky. The ship rattled under the growing turbulence, its sensors whining in protest.

Kunal frowned, eyes fixed on the stormy atmosphere below. "That... doesn’t look welcoming."

Seenu folded his arms, voice calm but grim. "None of them do."

Aamir’s gaze was steady, the red glow of Osyris reflecting in his eyes. "Still, we go."

The Infinity Zero dipped lower, slicing through waves of black mist. The entire cockpit trembled as pressure built outside. The darkness seemed endless, almost alive, twisting around them like a thousand silent ghosts.

"Prepare the breathing pills," Aamir said, his tone even but commanding. "The air here is toxic. You’ll need them to survive."

Kunal pulled two small capsules from a pocket on his belt, tossing one to Seenu. Both swallowed them without hesitation.

"What about you?" Kunal asked, glancing over.

Aamir’s lips curved faintly. "I don’t need them. My system filters it out."

Lightning flared outside — bright and jagged, forking across the crimson horizon. The ship’s metal hull groaned as it pushed deeper through the storm.

When the clouds finally broke, they got their first glimpse of Osyris.

The sight made all three of them fall silent.

The ground stretched endlessly — cracked and hollow, pulsing with veins of red energy that glowed like molten lava beneath translucent stone. Gigantic fungal trees rose crooked from the ground, their trunks fused with metal and bone, their roots weaving across glowing fissures like bridges of decay.

No birds. No cities. No sign of life. Only silence — broken by the low rumble of shifting earth.

Kunal swallowed hard. "This place... it looks like a graveyard."

Seenu’s eyes narrowed. "No settlements. No movement. It’s too quiet."

Aamir frowned deeply, scanning the horizon. "If this is Osyris, then where do the natives live? Are there even any left?"

His voice carried a hint of disbelief — he had seen ruined worlds before, but this one felt different. Empty, but watched.

The Infinity Zero’s engines hummed lower as it descended toward a clearing surrounded by strange, bone-like spires. The ship landed with a heavy hiss, the landing gears pressing into the cracked ground.

When the engines finally died, the silence that followed was almost unbearable.

Aamir stood, pulling his dark cloak around his shoulders. "Let’s move."

The airlock opened with a pressurized hiss. Thick black mist rolled inside the ship like smoke. It clung to their clothes, cold and oily.

All three stepped out. Instantly, the air hit them — heavy, toxic, and bitter. The gravity felt slightly stronger, pulling them down like invisible chains.

Kunal coughed and waved his hand in front of his face. "Yeah... definitely not a vacation spot."

Seenu’s boots crunched over the ground, which was covered in a thin layer of dust mixed with ash and shattered bone. Strange shapes jutted out of the soil — rusted machines, half-buried skeletons, and fossilized roots.

Aamir looked around slowly, senses sharp. "Be ready. We don’t know what kind of things lurk here."

Then—

A scream.

It came from somewhere ahead, cutting through the fog like a knife. High-pitched. Desperate.

Aamir’s head snapped toward the sound. "Someone’s in trouble."

He didn’t hesitate — he sprinted forward, his cloak fluttering behind him.

Kunal and Seenu followed immediately, vanishing into the thick mist.

The scream grew louder as they ran, mixed with guttural growls and the sound of flesh being torn. When they broke through the fog, the sight before them froze them in place.

A man — or something like one — stumbled backward, his blue skin streaked with blood and dirt. He had four eyes, two stacked above the other, and a large head with veins that glowed faintly beneath his translucent skin. His hair was wild and frizzed, forming a soft afro that shimmered slightly under the red light. Two metallic visors — one covering his upper pair of eyes, the other his lower — glinted faintly.

A beast towered over him — its shape distorted and unnatural. Its front limbs were long and jointed like spears, while its back legs were short and muscular. Its chest expanded and split open into a flower-shaped mouth filled with jagged teeth, drooling acid that hissed where it hit the ground.

The creature roared, lunging forward.

The man screamed again, tripping over a cracked pipe as the monster closed in.

Aamir’s aura flared, crimson light crackling around him — but before he could move, Seenu stepped ahead, katana sliding free with a sharp hiss.

"Let me handle this."

The beast swung one massive claw toward him, the air howling from the force.

Seenu didn’t move until the last possible second. Then—

One step. One breath. One strike.

A blur of heat cut through the fog.

Slash.

The beast froze mid-lunge. A thin red line appeared across its neck.

Then — the head fell.

The body crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud, kicking up clouds of ash and dirt. A faint smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air — the mark of Seenu’s fiery energy embedded in the blade.

Kunal whistled softly. "Still precise as ever."

Seenu wiped his katana clean with a flick of his wrist and sheathed it calmly. "It was slow."

The blue-skinned man trembled, still staring at them. His upper eyes blinked rapidly, while the lower pair shifted with confusion.

"T-Thank you..." he stammered, voice trembling. "You’re... you’re not from here, are you?"

Aamir stepped closer, his crimson eyes softening. "We’re not. We came to help."

The man blinked, disbelief flickering in all four eyes. "Help? No one helps Osyris anymore."

He glanced around nervously. "You shouldn’t stay out here. The beasts move in packs. If one found you, more will come soon."

He gestured hurriedly toward the distance. "Come with me. There’s... a place where we hide."

Aamir exchanged a look with Kunal and Seenu, then nodded. "Lead the way."

The man turned and began walking quickly through the dense fog. The three followed close behind, weapons ready.

The deeper they went, the quieter it became. The red mist thickened, curling around their legs like smoke.

Then, without warning, the ground split open beneath a massive rock. A narrow path descended into darkness. The man gestured toward it.

"Down there. Hurry."

They followed him carefully into the crevice, the air cooling as they descended. The walls shimmered faintly with bioluminescent moss, casting a faint blue glow over their faces.

Aamir’s eyes widened slightly as the tunnel opened into a vast underground cavern filled with strange lights, machines, and faint voices.

"So this..." he murmured, half to himself. "This is where they live."

Osyris had revealed its first secret.

The world above was dead —

but life still hid beneath the ashes.

The journey had only just begun.