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

Three days had passed since Aamir and his companions returned from Valtania. Though their bodies still ached from the brutal training sessions during the tournament arc, none of them allowed themselves to rest. The specter of war loomed over the continent, and every moment counted.

Inside the training hall, the sound of weapons clashing echoed. Sweat glistened on brows, and flames of determination burned in every eye.

"Alright, everyone! Get your gear ready!" Afreen's voice rang with authority as she entered the hall, her long crimson coat fluttering behind her. "Today, we move out."

Aamir, tightening the straps on his gauntlets, approached her. "Miss Afreen, where exactly are we heading? I mean… where will the war actually begin?"

March Toward the Warfront