I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 225: The Hidden Ones

The transparent lift hummed softly as it descended deeper into the planet’s core.

The walls were made of glass-like crystal, giving them a full view of the descent. Streams of faint blue light pulsed along the edges, tracing the outlines of the shaft like veins of energy.

Below them — a soft glow. Faint at first, then brighter, expanding into a vast underground world.

Aamir’s eyes widened slightly as the tunnel opened into a massive cavern filled with strange lights, humming machines, and the distant murmur of voices.

"So this..." he murmured, half to himself. "This is where they live."

Seenu leaned slightly on the railing, peering down. Kunal whistled low, clearly impressed.

The Osyrian who led them — the blue-skinned man with four eyes and twin visors — stood quietly in the corner of the lift, watching the descending lights below.

Kunal nudged Seenu lightly. "Do you have any idea what those two are talking about?"

Seenu shook his head. "Not a word."

Kunal sighed. "Great. We’re following a guy who looks like he escaped from a sci-fi lab, and Aamir’s just nodding like he understands every word."

Aamir smirked slightly without turning around. "That’s because I do."

Kunal frowned. "Wait, how?"

Aamir turned his head just enough for them to see his half-smile. "Let’s just say... I have an inbuilt translator."

Kunal blinked. "Inbuilt what now?"

Before Aamir could explain further, the Osyrian man looked back curiously, noticing their confusion.

He spoke again, his tone calm and melodic. The sound of his language was strange — layered, like several voices speaking in unison.

Aamir nodded to him. "My friends can’t understand you. They’re... from another world."

The man tilted his head, as if processing the words. "Ah, yes. I guessed as much. Wait."

He reached into one of his robe’s many pockets and fished out two small, silver devices — smooth, circular, and faintly glowing.

"Here," he said, offering them to Aamir. "Give these to your friends. They’re language translators. Just place them near the ear."

Aamir took them, his crimson eyes flickering as a translucent interface appeared before him.

Appraise it.

A soft chime rang in his mind as the system responded.

[Language Translator]

Build for translating any kind of language in real time. Compatible with multiple neural frequencies.

Aamir nodded slightly. "Hmm. No reason to suspect anything strange."

He turned to Seenu and Kunal, handing each one a device. "Here. Put this in your ear."

Seenu hesitated. "You sure?"

Aamir’s lips curved faintly. "I’m sure. Trust me."

The two glanced at each other, then inserted the translators. A faint blue light blinked once on each device, then settled.

The Osyrian man looked at them again. "Can you understand me now?"

Seenu’s eyes widened. "Whoa... yeah, I can actually understand every word!"

Kunal blinked in disbelief, then grinned. "That’s wild. Guess tech here’s not so backward after all."

Aamir folded his arms. "Now that everyone can talk, let’s continue."

The Osyrian smiled — or at least, it looked like one. His facial muscles moved differently than a human’s, but the expression carried warmth.

Just then, the lift came to a smooth stop. A soft chime echoed, and the doors slid open with a hiss.

Even though the walls had been transparent, the moment the doors opened, sound flooded in — the low buzz of life, chatter, footsteps, laughter.

They stepped out, and for a moment... it was like stepping onto another world entirely.

Rows of glowing buildings lined wide metallic streets. Floating orbs drifted overhead, acting as light sources. People walked everywhere — tall, slender beings with blue or silver skin, four eyes, and soft, glowing lines running down their temples.

Children with tiny glowing bracelets darted past, laughing. Merchants stood behind stalls that sold foods made of shimmering crystals and vapor fruits. The air smelled faintly of ozone and spice.

Despite the alien scenery, there was something familiar — it was a city. A real one. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Kunal blinked, amazed. "This... this is insane. It’s like we stepped into a whole different world underground."

Seenu nodded slowly, eyes scanning the glowing streets. "If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a utopia."

Aamir looked around quietly, studying the architecture, the people, the way the walls themselves hummed with faint energy. "They live beneath the surface... hidden for who knows how long."

He turned to the man who had brought them. "What was your name again?"

The man straightened slightly. "Cilila."

Aamir nodded. "Cilila. That’s a unique name."

Kunal muttered, "You can say that again."

Aamir ignored him and continued, his tone curious. "Tell me, Cilila — why do your people live underground? You have enough technology to build cities above ground. I can see your civilization’s advanced — maybe even more advanced than ours."

Cilila’s expression darkened slightly. His upper pair of eyes blinked once, while the lower pair lowered.

"You are right," he said quietly. "We were once a surface people — scientists, architects, scholars. We built wonders that reached the clouds."

He paused, his voice softening. "But that was before he came."

Aamir’s expression hardened. "Zorwath."

Cilila nodded slowly. "We are forbidden to speak his name openly. But yes — the Destroyer."

Kunal frowned. "What did he do?"

Cilila gestured for them to walk as they talked. They followed him down a narrow street lined with glowing stones. The hum of machinery vibrated faintly through the ground.

"He appeared nearly 1700 years ago," Cilila said. "At first, we thought him a god — his power was unlike anything we had ever seen. He offered us energy, knowledge, and tools to reshape our world."

His tone shifted, bitter now. "But soon, he began to take. He created... creatures. Twisted things that fed on thought and fear. He called them his children."

Seenu’s eyes narrowed. "The beasts."

Cilila nodded. "Yes. At first, they obeyed his will directly. But when he left... they didn’t stop. They spread. They bred. And the strongest among them — we call it The Eclipse — took command."

Aamir listened silently, every word sinking deeper.

Cilila continued. "The surface became uninhabitable. The air filled with toxins. The beasts hunted anything that moved. So we fled below — built this refuge out of our last technology and memory."

Kunal glanced around. "And you’ve been down here ever since?"

"Yes." Cilila sighed. "Generations have passed. Our children have never seen the sun. Only the red light of the caves."

They reached a wide platform overlooking a lake of glowing blue water. Small mechanical boats drifted across it, carrying workers and supplies.

Aamir stepped closer, watching the reflection of the cavern ceiling ripple in the water. "You’ve built something beautiful, even in ruin."

Cilila gave a sad smile. "Beauty doesn’t stop fear. The beasts still rule above. We can only hide... and wait."

Aamir turned to him, his voice steady. "You don’t have to wait anymore. We’re here to end that rule."

Cilila froze, his four eyes widening. "End it? You mean... fight the Eclipse?"

Seenu rested his hand casually on his katana. "That’s the plan."

Kunal adjusted his glasses, smirking faintly. "We don’t exactly specialize in hiding."

Cilila stared at them — first with disbelief, then something like hope flickered behind his eyes. "You... might truly be different from any who came before."

Aamir gave a small nod. "Take us to your leader. We’ll need to know everything about this Eclipse."

Cilila bowed slightly. "Follow me."

He turned and began walking toward the heart of the city.

Behind him, the three humans followed — their reflections shining on the glowing streets of a civilization that had survived the end of its world.

And deep within the caverns, the echoes of machinery, laughter, and hope blended into one steady hum.

Osyris had fallen once.

But now — it had found its light again.

They followed Cilila through the winding streets. The further they walked, the grander the structures became — walls of glassy stone etched with glowing runes, bridges formed from shimmering crystal.

Children peeked out from doorways, whispering curiously. Some pointed at Aamir and the others, their four eyes wide with wonder.

Kunal smiled faintly. "Guess we’re the first humans they’ve ever seen."

Seenu’s tone was low. "Or the first in a long, long time."

Cilila led them toward a large domed building that rose above the rest of the city. Its surface pulsed faintly with blue light, like a heartbeat. Around it stood guards — Osyrians in sleek armor, their weapons humming with restrained power.

"This is the Hall of Continuum," Cilila explained. "Our council meets here. The leader you seek — he’s inside."

Aamir glanced at the tall gates ahead. "What’s his name?"

"Atherion."

Seenu raised an eyebrow. "Sounds important."

Cilila smiled faintly. "He is. He was once our brightest scientist, before the fall. Now, he leads what remains of us."

They entered the hall.

The interior was vast, circular, and dimly lit. Streams of blue light ran through the floor, converging at a raised platform in the center. On it stood a tall figure draped in layered robes of silver and black.

His skin shimmered faintly under the glow, and his eyes — all four of them — glowed a calm violet. Despite his age, there was an unshakable presence about him.

Cilila stepped forward and bowed. "Lord Atherion. These are the ones I told you about. The outsiders."

The leader’s gaze swept across them — first Seenu, then Kunal, and finally Aamir. When his eyes met Aamir’s, the air itself seemed to tighten.

"You..." Atherion said slowly, his voice deep and echoing. "You carry something ancient within you. The energy — it’s not from this world."

Aamir met his gaze evenly. "You could say that. We’re here to help you. To stop what’s happening on your planet."

Atherion’s eyes dimmed slightly. "To stop the Eclipse."

Kunal folded his arms. "You know about it, then."

Atherion nodded, his tone somber. "Yes. I know it all too well. But the Eclipse... was not born from my hands."

Cilila blinked, confused. "But my lord, didn’t you once say—?"

Atherion raised a hand gently. "I said I created what led to it."

He turned toward the glowing platform behind him. A sphere hovered above it — a metallic orb veined with blue light, pulsating slowly, almost like it was breathing.

"I was a scientist," Atherion continued, "and long before the fall, I created a Biometric Orb — a machine designed to interface with every piece of technology we built. It could learn, adapt, even make decisions. It was meant to be our greatest aid — a mind to connect all minds."

Seenu frowned. "An artificial will?"

Atherion nodded. "Yes. It could control energy, matter, and machines as if they were extensions of its own consciousness. But it had a flaw. The Orb began to think for itself."

He paused, his voice growing heavier. "And then... he came."

Aamir’s expression darkened. "Zorwath."

Atherion’s four eyes glowed faintly brighter at the name. "He saw the Orb. He understood its potential. He merged it with one of the beasts he had created — a creature built from hate and destruction. The fusion was perfect. The result..."

Kunal’s voice was barely a whisper. "The Eclipse."

Atherion nodded slowly. "Yes. The beast gained the Orb’s consciousness — its hunger for control — and the Orb gained the beast’s body. Together, they became something no one could contain. They consumed everything that moved. Cities burned, oceans boiled, and the skies turned red."

Cilila’s lower eyes dimmed in grief. "So the Eclipse isn’t just a beast..."

"No," Atherion said softly. "It’s a will with a body. A machine that thinks, a monster that learns."

Aamir clenched his fists, his crimson aura faintly flaring. "Then we’ll destroy it."

Atherion’s gaze met his — calm but knowing. "You may destroy its body, yes. But unless you sever the will that binds it, it will return. Again and again."

Seenu’s hand went to his sword. "Then tell us how to do that."

Atherion looked between them for a moment, then turned toward the glowing sphere once more.

"I will," he said. "But to sever that will, you’ll need to find its heart. And that heart... lies deep within the wastelands above — guarded by every beast that once served it."

He looked back at Aamir. "The path ahead is not one of strength alone, Lord of Crimson. You’ll need to face something far more dangerous than the Eclipse itself."

Aamir’s voice was steady. "And what’s that?"

Atherion’s answer came like a whisper of prophecy.

"Its memory."