I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 132: Alpha, Not Babysitter

The glowing forest echoed with distant bird calls and the soft rustling of glowing leaves. Silverwood trees towered like skyscrapers, vines danced in the breeze, and the mist flowed like running water.

Aamir sprinted barefoot through the jungle, his breathing calm despite the insane pace. Muscles coiled, scars stretched, and his wild hair whipped behind him as he ran like a beast.

Behind him, a small creature with glowing blue scales dashed through the roots and vines, panting as it struggled to keep up.

Spark.

Aamir grinned over his shoulder.

"Run faster, big boy, or you’ll be left behind!"

Spark let out a determined chirp and pushed harder, tail glowing as it darted between mossy rocks.

Aamir vaulted off a root, launched onto a tree, jumped to another, then leapt to a flat boulder. He slid under a fallen trunk, his back scraping bark. The jungle blurred past.

He landed in a crouch beside a massive tree, exhaled slowly, and stretched his back with a groan.

"That’s ninety kilometers. Just ten more to go."

Spark stumbled over and collapsed next to him, tongue out, wheezing like a tired puppy.

Aamir laughed and knelt beside him.

"Told you not to underestimate Alpha cardio."

He raised two fingers to his temple.

"System screen."

A crimson translucent screen flickered into view in front of his eyes:

[CRIMSON SYSTEM INTERFACE]

Name: Aamir

Race: Beastkin (Alpha-Type)

Level: 51

Bloodline Purity: 6%

Sanity: 100%

Title: Forest Alpha, Dungeon Challenger

Skills:

• Beast Lord’s Domain – Level 5

• Primal Roar – Level 3

• Crimson Titan Mode – [Cooldown Active – 9 Days]

Status:

• Sub-Optimal Strength – Vitality still recovering from recent transformation

• Muscle Fatigue: 16%

• Combat Focus: Stable

Followers: 14 Recognized Beast Companions

Territorial Influence: Tier II Forest Dominion

Aamir narrowed his eyes at the last line.

"Still not at full strength..." he muttered.

Luman’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Crimson Titan burns your vitality. Against Zorwath, you pushed beyond the designed threshold. Your cells are still regenerating."

Aamir rubbed the scar across his chest — a faint glow still pulsing beneath the skin. The memory of that battle was still etched in his bones.

"So that’s why I felt slow against that lizard..."

Luman answered calmly,

"You weren’t slow. You were simply no longer godlike."

Aamir snorted. "Fair enough."

He flicked his fingers, dismissing the screen. Then rose to his feet.

"Come on, Spark. Let’s go see the others."

Days Later...

The ancient tree where Aamir had once met Hornhead was no longer just a tree.

It had become a home.

Stone walls curved around the roots, held together with vines and wooden beams. The roof was patchwork — stitched leaves, bark, and salvaged Dungeon debris. Smoke lazily drifted from a chimney hollowed into the trunk.

Aamir stood outside, hands on hips.

"Okay! Everyone — focus!"

A group of beasts shuffled awkwardly in front of him. One — a wide-mouthed beast with a woodpecker’s beak and muscular arms — waddled forward, gripping a log.

"Not there," Aamir said, pointing, "Over that rock. Yes, that one. Good boy."

The creature grunted and followed the order, carefully setting the wooden log on a flat stone.

Aamir turned.

Across the field, two small beasts were fighting, rolling around, growling, kicking up dirt.

He sighed.

Then jumped between them with a clap.

"Whoa, whoa! Break it up! What’s the problem here?"

One beast whined and pointed to a half-eaten glowing fruit. Then jabbed a claw at the other.

Aamir raised an eyebrow.

"So you’re saying... he ate your fruit?"

The beast nodded furiously.

Aamir turned to the other. "Tony... again?"

The second beast looked away innocently and gave a small no shake.

Aamir squinted. "Oh yeah? That’s funny, because your mouth is glowing purple right now."

Tony looked up with big, fake-innocent eyes.

Aamir groaned.

"Tony, how many times have I told you? You only eat what I give you. Not their food. Not the mushrooms. And definitely not random glowing frogs."

Tony shrugged.

Aamir sighed. "Ugh, forget it."

He tossed each of them a fruit. They both lit up with happy grunts and purrs.

But Aamir wasn’t done.

He leaned in toward Tony and growled playfully.

"But you... yeah, you, evil little beast. You think I’m letting you off that easy?"

Tony blinked.

Aamir widened his eyes and bared his sharp Beastkin teeth. "Now run. Around the forest. Don’t stop until I say so. If you stop — I’ll eat you myself."

Tony’s ears shot up in terror.

He bolted.

Aamir watched him vanish into the trees.

He shook his head and scratched his hair.

"Man... I’m starting to feel less like a leader and more like a single dad with fourteen chaotic kids."

Spark chirped beside him in agreement.

Aamir looked around at the busy clearing — beasts working, laughing, chasing each other, building nests, chewing bark, and trying to stack logs upside down.

And he smiled.

"...But this?"

"This ain’t too bad."

The clearing buzzed with movement as the sunless light shimmered gently across the misty jungle. Beasts roamed freely, building, wrestling, and sometimes just lazing around.

Aamir sat on a large stone near the edge of Home Root, chewing on a bright orange fruit that dripped sweet juice down his hand.

"This one tastes like mango and chili had a baby."

Spark lay beside him, belly up, eyes half-closed as he soaked in the warmth from a nearby glowing rock. His little tail flicked lazily.

One of the shadow foxes approached with a stick in its mouth, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Aamir raised an eyebrow.

"What now? You wanna play fetch or you wanna fight me for the stick?"

The fox dropped the stick at his feet, then ran in circles.

"Got it. Playtime."

Aamir stood, stretched his arms, and then tossed the stick high into the air. The fox vanished in a blink, reappearing mid-jump and catching it before it hit the ground.

"Show-off," Aamir muttered with a grin.

Later...

The beasts were gathered around a wide pond, some drinking, others bathing, and a few just flopping around trying to swim — or trying to sink each other.

Aamir stood with his arms crossed, watching like a teacher supervising a class of overgrown toddlers.

"No splashing Spark. Yes, I saw that."

"Hey! Tony, stop trying to ride Hornhead like a horse!"

Hornhead gave a tired grunt as Tony slid off his back and rolled into the grass.

Aamir shook his head.

"I swear, I could write a jungle version of a daycare manual at this point."

He sat down near the pond, Spark hopping onto his lap and curling up.

The electric panther, Bolt, walked past with a proud look on its face and a freshly caught fish in its jaws. It dropped it near Aamir like an offering.

"Thanks, Bolt. That’s dinner."

The shadow foxes sat nearby, nibbling berries and watching him like they were expecting a bedtime story.

After the break, it was time to train.

Aamir stood in the middle of the field, shirtless and barefoot, his body marked by old scars and muscle that had hardened under jungle stress.

"Alright team — time for formation practice!"

The beasts groaned.

Aamir pointed at one group.

"You four — surround Spark and defend him. Shadow foxes — stealth mode. Bolt — go hunt and return in under one minute. Hornhead, charge that boulder like it’s the dungeon gate."

The beasts moved.

It wasn’t perfect. One fell over. Another accidentally ran into a tree.

But they were improving.

"Better than last week," Aamir said with a smirk.

"At least no one exploded this time."

As the light dimmed slightly — though it never fully became night — Aamir sat back against the roots of Home Root.

A small fire flickered in front of him, roasting the fish Bolt had brought.

The beasts gathered around in a loose circle. Some rested. Some groomed each other. Spark chewed on a thick jungle nut while laying across Aamir’s foot.

He took a bite of fish, leaned his head back, and sighed.

"It’s weird... but I’m getting used to this."

Luman’s voice echoed gently in his mind.

"Adaptation is the first step toward mastery. You are learning to lead — not just survive."

Aamir smiled.

"Well... leading fourteen beast-heads who wrestle over fruit and fight over who gets to nap beside me isn’t exactly a noble throne, is it?"

"Even kings must sweep their own floors."

Aamir chuckled.

"That sounds like a quote from a Dungeon Dad philosophy book."

"Maybe I didn’t choose to rule this jungle... but somehow, it chose me. And every wild heartbeat out here feels more like home than the world I left behind. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it," Aamir laughed at his own words.

The beasts slowly settled down. The jungle quieted. Only soft chirps and distant howls remained.

Spark snuggled closer, his scales gently glowing in the fading light.

Aamir looked up at the massive tree canopy above.

"No stars. No moon. No calendar. Just us and this madness."

He glanced around at his peaceful, chaotic tribe.

"But I think... I’m good with that."

He lay back on the mossy ground, hands behind his head, and let sleep come slow and quiet — the kind only someone at peace could afford.

End of Chapter 135

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