CelestialWordsmith

[You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.]
[The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.]
[For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—]
[WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.]

In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.

Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.

Aamir fights—undaunted, unbroken. But destiny had already marked him long before he ever realized it.

For months, a mysterious armor has been in his possession—an enigma left untouched. But on the eve of a mission that could change everything, he finally dons its mask… and the Warborn Ascension System awakens.

Power beyond human comprehension. Secrets buried in time. A path he never asked for.

Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, Aamir must rise beyond mortality itself.

The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod.

But as the system reveals the truth behind his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom?

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I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod

<p>The sun rose over the sprawling arena of Nalanda University, casting its golden rays on the thousands of spectators gathered for the day's monumental event. The arena stood as a grand testament to the university's rich history—a circular coliseum of polished stone, with towering stands encircling the central battlefield. Vibrant banners of Aryavarta fluttered in the gentle breeze, adding a sense of pride to the air.</p>

<p>The excitement was palpable as students, faculty, and citizens alike filled every corner of the stands, their eager chatter and laughter blending into a cacophony of anticipation. This was no ordinary day—it was the day the top twelve warriors of Aryavarta would begin their journey toward glory.</p>

The Battle of The Top Twelve