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

Aamir and Seenu stood before Haider Ali, their bodies still aching from the brutal gravity training. The air in the training hall felt heavier than usual, but this time, it wasn't because of any external force—it was the weight of anticipation.

Haider Ali crossed his arms, his sharp gaze fixed on them.

"It's time for the first-years to undergo their first assessment."

Aamir blinked in confusion. "First assessment? What's that?"

Seenu, standing beside him, remained silent. He already knew what Haider was talking about, but he chose not to say anything.

The First Assessment