I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 86: Nerd With Power

After the grand opening ceremony concluded, Aamir and his group began making their way to the stadium exit where Kunal was waiting.

Leaning casually against a wall, Kunal had his eyes fixed on a thick book, completely absorbed in reading as he waited for his friends. His calm presence stood out even in the bustling crowd. But peace never lasted long in places like these.

A group of boys approached him—students from the same institute who had tried to mess with Aamir the day before. This time, however, they had brought someone else with them. Though still a student, the guy looked far more muscular and imposing than the others, clearly the leader of the group.

The muscular boy from the previous day pointed at Kunal.

"Brother, that guy was with the ones who bullied us. He’s their friend."

Kunal glanced up briefly, then returned to his book, unbothered.

The stronger student stepped forward and said, "Hey, are you one of those who bullied my brother yesterday?"

Without looking up, Kunal calmly closed his book, stored it in his dimensional bag, then finally met the boy’s gaze.

"We bullied him? No," he said. "But yeah, we beat the shit out of him. Of course."

"You don’t have any shame?" the student snapped. "How can you bully someone?"

"Oh, I think you’ve misunderstood," Kunal replied coolly. "Your brother said disgusting things to the girls with us, so we taught him a lesson."

"He’s lying!" the muscular boy protested.

The leader crossed his arms and said, "Enough. I’m asking you to apologize."

Kunal gave him a smirk. "Apologize? For what?"

"For bullying my brother. Now, get on your knees and do it... or I’ll make you," the boy threatened.

Kunal’s calm face didn’t change, but the cold glint in his eyes sharpened. He disliked arrogance—especially from people who didn’t know their place.

"Oh yeah?" Kunal said. "Make me... if you can."

Infuriated, the boy grabbed Kunal’s shoulder, trying to force him down. But Kunal didn’t budge.

"My turn," Kunal muttered.

He removed his glasses, then his pendant.

Boom.

A terrifying wave of aura burst from him like an explosion.

The pressure hit everyone nearby like a collapsing mountain. Students all around dropped to their knees, sweating, gasping, choking on the suddenly heavy air. The sky seemed darker. The atmosphere, suffocating.

The leader, now trembling, struggled to look up at Kunal—and froze.

His eyes had transformed.

A pair of concentric circular irises, with four glowing sigils rotating around the center, each a different color. In the core of it all: a black starburst, like a collapsed star, with web-like lines spreading outward—an eerie yet mesmerizing symbol of death and insight.

Terrifying.

The boy’s throat went dry.

"P-Please... forgive us. We won’t do it again. Please."

Kunal’s gaze remained cold, unmoved by their begging.

But then—a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Kunal, leave them," said a calm, familiar voice. "They won’t dare try this again."

Kunal blinked. The pressure vanished like it had never been there. He put his glasses and pendant back on.

"Hmph. Buzz off," he said. "I’ve wasted enough time."

The group scattered like rats, fleeing with all the speed they could muster.

Kunal looked at Aamir and sighed.

"Man, these Holy Purple Revan students are so damn annoying."

Aamir chuckled. "Forget them. Let’s go check out the fair."

Sinki, Miyo, Seenu, and other Kyokai students had also arrived. Sinki watched Kunal in awe, his thoughts racing.

This guy’s strong... insanely strong. So why isn’t he participating in the tournament?

He leaned toward Seenu and whispered, "Why isn’t he fighting? He could win the whole thing."

Seenu shrugged. "He’s got his reasons. But mainly... he just doesn’t like fighting. He’s a nerd."

Miyo smiled. "Kunal-senpai... strong and a nerd? So he’s a nerd with power."

Kunal overheard and chuckled.

With that, the group headed off toward the fair, leaving the heavy moment behind like it never happened.

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As they reached the fairgrounds, the group was greeted by a wave of laughter, colors, and magical lights swirling through the air. Food stalls sizzled with exotic dishes, magical mascots performed tricks for children, and enchanted lanterns floated lazily above the crowd.

But one spot drew an especially large crowd—shouts and cheers echoed from a game stall ahead.

Aamir frowned. "What’s going on there?"

Meera leaned forward. "Looks like a crowd’s gathered for something. Maybe a student challenge?"

Seenu’s eyes gleamed. "Let’s check it out."

The group moved closer, slipping through the excited crowd until they reached the front row. What they saw caught their attention immediately.

Two students stood before a strange, arcane-looking machine. It resembled a magical turret with six dragon-shaped heads circling a glowing core. From each dragon head, glowing orbs were launched toward the students with rapid speed.

Game Name: Orb Slicer – Six-Stage Challenge

The rule was simple: cut the incoming orbs before they hit the ground. Miss even one, and you’re out.

Both players were now at Stage 3, where the orbs had increased in size and speed. The crowd cheered as the first boy—a tall student wielding a sleek green dagger carved from a high-level beast’s fang—moved fluidly, slicing through the orbs like leaves in the wind.

The second player struggled. Though his swordsmanship wasn’t bad, his movements lacked precision, and his timing was just a little off. When Stage 4 began, the orbs came in at blinding speed—spinning, glowing, even changing direction mid-air.

Suddenly—WHAM!

One orb slipped through the defense and struck the struggling student in the chest. He flew backward, landing with a grunt.

"Ohh!" the crowd groaned.

"Disqualified!"

The other boy raised his dagger, victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers.

Some of the fallen student’s friends rushed over to help him up, still cheering him on with good spirits.

Seenu grinned. "Man, this is something interesting."

Without hesitation, he stepped forward. "You don’t mind if I play against you?"

The dagger-wielding student turned, eyeing Seenu up and down. His gaze paused for a second on the katana strapped to Seenu’s waist.

Then he smirked. "Yeah? Why not."

A new challenger has entered.

The machine’s core pulsed again, glowing brighter as a magical announcer’s voice echoed across the fairgrounds.

"New challenger, Please state your name."

Seenu stepped forward confidently, placing his hand over the glowing panel.

"Seenu," he said.

The core flashed once more as the system processed his name.

> "Next Match: Seenu vs Max."

"Stage 1 begins in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1—BEGIN!"

Seenu exhaled slowly, centering himself. His body loosened into a relaxed yet precise stance, his right hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana.

The moment the first orb shot out from the dragon-shaped head—

Flash!

—his rusty blade moved like lightning, a silver blur under the glowing lights.

Clean slice.

The orb split perfectly in two and disintegrated in the air.

The crowd gasped in unison.

"He cut it before I even saw it clearly!" one student shouted.

Aamir crossed his arms, a small grin tugging at his lips. Meera raised an eyebrow in surprise. Kunal’s eyes lit with curiosity behind his glasses, while Riya clapped softly in excitement.

"That’s Seenu for you," Aamir said. "He might act casual, but when he gets serious..."

Both players were slicing through the Stage 1 orbs with ease now, their blades moving in fluid arcs, catching every projectile before it hit the ground. The crowd could barely keep up, their eyes darting from side to side with every glowing orb that launched.

The stage ended with a satisfying chime.

> "Stage 1 – Cleared."

> "Stage 2 begins in 3... 2... 1—GO!"

This time, the orbs were faster—and heavier.

They glowed with a duller light, and each impact made a deep hum as it flew through the air. For most players, the sudden increase in difficulty would be a turning point.

But not for Seenu.

He stepped forward slightly, adjusting his grip on the katana. The first orb flew—he sliced it diagonally upward, then smoothly shifted into a downward strike for the next.

"Tch," the opposing player muttered, noticing Seenu’s ease. His own movements were sharp, and he was still keeping up, but Seenu’s rhythm was simply... effortless.

Another orb came from above—Seenu twisted his wrist and made a half-turn, his blade spinning like a wheel to cleave it mid-air.

The other boy stole a quick glance at Seenu mid-swing.

"Hmph," he muttered. "You’re pretty good at this game, huh?"

Seenu gave a half-smile, not breaking focus. "Nah. Just decent with a sword."

More orbs flew.

Faster. Sharper angles. Trick shots began—curving in the air, flickering like illusions.

Still, Seenu’s blade met them all with precision.

His movements weren’t just fast—they were artistic.

With every slice, it was like watching a dance, each step a beat in an invisible rhythm only he could hear.

The crowd was in awe. A few students had even pulled out recording devices, capturing the moment.

> "Stage 2 – Cleared."

The announcer’s voice boomed once again.

"Prepare for Stage 3—Advanced Curved Trajectory begins in 5..."

Seenu tightened his grip slightly, eyes narrowing.

He was ready.

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