I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 98: End of Round Two

Arjun landed firmly on a jagged rock in the canyon, sweat trickling down his brow. The moment his feet touched the surface, Tushar roared and slammed his fist into the same rock. It shattered beneath them with a thunderous crack, sending shards flying.

"Hm. You’ve gotten more brute-like," Arjun smirked, brushing dust off his sleeve.

The two clashed again, neither aiming to harm, yet both fighting like untamed beasts. Their movements were pure instinct—dodging, grabbing, pushing each other across the canyon walls. It was less a brawl, more a test of raw dominance and physical finesse.

Meanwhile, outside the canyon, Kiyoto stood tall with her giant crimson sword. With a loud stomp, she struck the ground with such force that several large rocks were propelled into the air. She swung her sword like a bat, slamming the rocks with immense speed.

The stones launched toward the remaining two members of Team 7.

Reacting instantly, the boy from Calonia moved with cold precision. He slipped past the flying rocks, leaped off a tree to gain momentum, and soared toward the boy from Zhonghua. Midair, they crossed paths—both raising their arm-cannons.

BOOM!

Energy blasts burst from their weapons, colliding as they struck each other’s target buttons simultaneously. Red flashes lit up on their vests.

"Double elimination!" the host announced with excitement.

As the Carnelian was distracted for a split second, Kiyoto saw her chance. With a sharp aim, she fired her energy gun.

ZAP!

The boy from Carnelia’s vest lit up red. He was out.

Back in the canyon, the host watched Arjun and Tushar with a look of awe.

"They’re not even trying to eliminate each other," he murmured. "And yet... they’re fighting like monsters. Aryavrata’s students this year... they’re in a league of their own."

Tushar’s breathing grew heavy, his movements slowing. Arjun noticed.

He moved behind Tushar in a flash, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side with a twist. "It’s over," Arjun whispered.

He pointed his energy gun at Tushar’s chest—point blank.

ZAP!

Tushar’s vest blinked red.

"Team 6 wins the match!" the host’s voice echoed through the arena.

"And with that, the second round comes to an end! Eighteen students have advanced to the next round! They’ll get a full day of rest before the third round begins the day after tomorrow. Congratulations to all participants!"

Back in the contestants’ zone, Arjun and Tushar returned alongside Kiyoto and the others. Aamir stood up and greeted them.

"Congratulations, Arjun. Tushar. Kiyoto," he smiled. "You guys were amazing out there."

He chuckled and added, "I lost early... Looks like I’ve still got a long way to go."

Aamir smiled faintly. "Well, let’s head to the dorm, then."

The group followed, their bodies tired but spirits still buzzing with the energy of battle. Back at the dorms, the lights dimmed as silence began to take over the tournament grounds.

As usual, Aamir made his way to the rooftop, the cool wind brushing against his face. He looked up at the night sky—stars scattered across the dark canvas like fate written in constellations. He closed his eyes, trying to calm the rising storm within him.

Inside the dorm room, Kunal flopped back on his bed with a sigh. "Man... this tournament is way too long."

Raj, sitting by the window, replied with a smirk, "Yeah, but we’ve gotta finish it. And believe me—I’m aiming for the first place."

Seenu chuckled. "Nope. That spot’s already mine."

Riya crossed her arms, smirking. "We’ll see who reaches the top. Let’s rest for now. Tomorrow’s not going to be easy."

One by one, the lights dimmed. The team settled in for the night, unaware that the winds of change were already blowing.

Meanwhile, Midnight — Northern Port of Wyndham

Two massive ships anchored silently at the port, their black sails barely rustling in the wind. The moonlight shimmered on the water, casting eerie reflections around them. One of the ships bore the green serpent insignia—the feared mark of the Serpent Fang Guild.

On the deck, the guild’s leader stood tall, his cloak fluttering behind him. His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like a predator in wait.

"Kamaal." His voice was low but carried weight.

From the shadows behind him, a man emerged and knelt. "Yes, my lord."

"How is your investigation going? You didn’t miss anything, did you?"

Kamaal bowed deeper. "No, sir. I’ve been keeping a close eye on the Aryavrata students. They’re powerful... but we’ve got the numbers. If we strike now, it’s highly unlikely they’ll survive."

The guild leader smirked. "Good. Then be ready. We’ll execute the mission soon. Let’s show the world why the Serpent Fang shouldn’t be ignored."

Elsewhere — The Royal Guest Quarters Near the Shore

In a tall stone chamber lit by lanterns, Haider Ali, one of Aryavrata’s most respected teachers, stood near a wide window. He stared silently at the moon’s reflection on the calm sea. The night was peaceful—but his heart wasn’t.

"...Something’s wrong," he whispered. "I can feel it. A storm is coming—and it won’t just shake the tournament... it’ll change everything."

Seated behind him in a relaxed pose, Shinroku, the foreign combat instructor from Kyokai, grinned faintly. "Well, whatever it is... it’s going to be fun to watch."

Haider didn’t take his eyes off the sea. "It will be... but only if we survive it."

Meanwhile...

Aamir sat quietly on the roof of the dorm, the wind tousling his hair as he stared at the moonlit sky.

"...What was that message I received during Arjun and Tushar’s match?" he murmured.

He opened his System Screen. A faint pulse of crimson light illuminated his face. Then he saw it—an unread alert still hovering in the corner.

[You came near an Unbreakable Weapon. Info Available.]

Aamir blinked. "Huh? When? I didn’t see anything..."

He tapped [See More], and the screen shimmered before projecting an image along with partial data. As the image formed, Aamir’s eyes widened in surprise.

"It’s... that sword—Kiyoto’s sword?! I thought it was just a high-level artifact... but it’s actually one of the Unbreakable Weapons?"

The image became clearer:

It was a massive greatsword, forged from an ancient red material that shimmered like molten crystal. Three jagged spikes protruded from the top of the blade’s backside—resembling the claws of some long-dead beast.

Name: Blazebringer, the Crimson Tyrant’s Fang

Class: Mythic Relic (Unbreakable Weapon)

Weapon Rank: S-Rank

Material: Unknown

Origin: No further data. To unlock complete information, physical contact is required.

Aamir let out a low whistle. "Well, that’s... impossible. No way she’s gonna let someone else just touch that thing. Still, I’ll ask her later... casually."

As he closed the system window, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"You’re getting closer, bit by bit..."

Aamir flinched slightly. "Luman? What did you just say?"

There was silence for a moment.

"Nothing," Luman replied with an amused chuckle.

Aamir narrowed his eyes. "You’re hiding something again, aren’t you?"

But the ai, inside him didn’t respond this time.

Aamir sighed, leaning back and letting the stars fill his view. Closer to what? he wondered. And why does it feel like everything around me is about to explode?

Aamir stretched as he walked down from the roof and headed back to the dorm room. He slid into bed quietly, letting the silence of the night lull him to sleep.

The Next Morning

The sunlight peeked through the curtains as Aamir woke up, yawning. "Well, today’s a free day," he muttered with a slight smile. "Let’s explore the city again."

Everyone was already up and ready. Raj was tying his headband, Seenu stuffing snacks into his pocket, and Kunal checking his wallet. Meera and Riya waited near the door, chatting.

They all gathered at the entrance of the dorm when they were joined by Sinki, Miyo, Misaki, Shirou—and Kiyoto, standing at the back with her usual cold-but-calm expression.

With the full group now assembled, they headed out into the city, excitement buzzing in the air. After a while, they arrived at the lively Market District, packed with shops, food stalls, and magical item vendors.

At one of the shops, Riya’s eyes sparkled as she pointed. "Wow! That’s a Water-Type Mana Crystal! That could really help boost my spirit fusion!"

Aamir smiled. "Then you should have it. Let’s go get it."

He walked up to the stall, the group trailing behind him. Aamir turned to the shopkeeper. "Excuse me, sir. I’d like to buy this mana crystal."

The old merchant smiled. "Of course. One gold coin."

Aamir nodded. "That’s a fair price." He reached into his pouch, pulling out a coin.

Just as he was about to pick up the crystal, a smug voice interrupted.

"I’m sorry, but you can’t have that mana crystal."

Everyone turned toward the voice. A boy with sleek hair and a confident smirk stood there, his arm around a girl who clung to him tightly. She giggled sweetly and said, "Honey, will you buy that crystal for me?" freeweɓnøvel~com

He replied, "Of course. Anything for you."

Aamir looked at them calmly and said, "Actually, you can’t. I already bought it."

The boy narrowed his eyes. "Doesn’t look like it to me. You didn’t even touch it yet."

Aamir raised the coin in his hand. "He already named the price, and I agreed. That’s how purchases work."

The merchant hesitated, caught between the tension.

The boy scoffed, stepping closer. "Do you even know who I am?"

Raj stepped forward. "We don’t care who you are."

The atmosphere grew heavy. Passersby started glancing over, sensing a confrontation.

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