I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 99: Crimson Titan Form

Aamir calmly said, "I’ll have this one. You can find another."

He reached for the mana crystal, but suddenly—

Snap.

The boy grabbed Aamir’s wrist.

For a second, time seemed to freeze.

Aamir slowly turned his gaze toward the boy’s face, his eyes like cold steel. No anger. No words. Just silent intensity.

The boy met his eyes—and instantly, his heart skipped a beat. A cold chill ran down his spine.

In Aamir’s calm stare, he saw something terrifying. Not rage. Not fury. Death.

The boy’s grip loosened.

He immediately stepped back, pulling his hand away as if he’d touched fire. "Uh—babe, let’s just go. I’ll get you a better one."

But the girl pouted, not letting go of his arm. "But I want this one!"

She clung closer, wrapping herself around him. "Please, honey..."

Trapped between pride and pressure, the boy clenched his teeth. "Tch... fine."

He turned to Aamir again, forcing a fake smirk. "Well, looks like I have no choice. Mister, leave the crystal... or I’ll have to beat you."

Aamir slowly raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Try me, then."

The boy’s smirk twisted into a scowl. "You’re way too arrogant!"

He lunged forward with a strong right punch.

But Aamir didn’t flinch.

He caught the punch mid-air—calmly, like catching a leaf.

Then, like the boy weighed nothing, Aamir lifted him off the ground with one hand, spun him in the air, and slammed him face-first into the stone pavement.

BAM!

The boy collapsed, unmoving.

Gasps rang out from the surrounding crowd.

The girl shrieked, "NOOO! Babe!! What did you do to him!?"

She pointed at Aamir, her voice rising. "This man threatened me! He even beat up my boyfriend!"

People started to murmur, unsure what had just happened.

"But no one approached when she called out, because everyone knew she was lying.

Aamir looked at her calm as ever and said under his breath, "Huh. She’s pretty good at acting."

He turned toward the merchant and dropped a gold coin onto the counter.

"Thanks. We’ll be on our way."

Then, just as they were about to move on, Aamir’s gaze paused—caught by something on one of the store’s side shelves.

A pair of gauntlets.

Not just any gauntlets.

They were a deep, burning red, with sleek black metal reinforcements along the sides. Each knuckle was shaped like a beast’s fang, and the surface shimmered faintly, as if breathing.

Aamir narrowed his eyes. What are those?

He silently activated Appraisal.

A few seconds later, crimson-colored text flickered across his system screen.

Item Name: Red Fangs

Class: Legend-Class Weapon

Weapon Rank: B-Rank

Origin: Core of a Red Salamander (Legendary Beast)

Active Skill: Inflicts wounds that resist rapid healing. Even advanced healing magic cannot significantly shorten recovery time.

Aamir’s eyes widened slightly.

"Whoa... that’s a deadly skill.

If this were an A or S-rank weapon, it would be a complete disaster on the battlefield."

His fingers hovered just inches from the gauntlets.

Before he could decide, a familiar voice behind him spoke—

"You’ve got a good eye," the merchant said. "It’s a fine piece of work. Not the highest class, but dangerous nonetheless. When the blacksmith crafted it, he got injured trying it on. Since then, people say it’s cursed."

Aamir shrugged. "Cursed? I don’t care."

Riya tugged his sleeve. "Aamir... let’s not buy it, please."

Aamir looked at her and said, "Riya, if it’s cursed, then I’ll break the curse. Simple.

But I like these. They feel... compatible."

Riya sighed. "Okay... just be careful."

Seenu smirked. "Heh. You’ve got balls, Aamir."

Aamir glanced at him. "Whatever."

Then he looked at the merchant. "So... what’s the price?"

"Two gold coins and five silver," the merchant replied.

"I’ll take it," Aamir said.

He paid the price and stored the gauntlets in his dimensional space.

After that, the group continued on toward the City Palace of Wyndham.

The structure stood tall—more a palace than a building, with grand marble steps and lush gardens on both sides of the entrance.

Inside, the palace was filled with display cases—glass boxes containing relics, artifacts, and rare items. But the glass wasn’t ordinary; it shimmered with enchantments.

As they stepped further in, a man approached them.

"Welcome," he said with a polite smile. "You must be students. Judging by your age, I assume you’re here for the tournament?"

Aamir nodded. "Yeah. And you are?"

"I’m your guide," the man replied. "Here to help and show you around."

He gestured for them to follow.

They walked behind him into a large hall filled with display boxes.

The guide stopped at a prominent glass case in the center of the room.

Inside it rested a large stone tablet, aged and cracked. Ancient symbols were etched into its surface.

"This," the man said, "is the Adreno Arts of our country’s first king. It has been passed down through generations. And although no one can read this language anymore, the stone itself remains... untouched."

Aamir, who had been silently staring at the ancient stone tablet, suddenly heard Luman’s voice echo in his mind.

"Use Appraisal on it."

Aamir blinked. What? he replied in his head.

"I said use Appraisal, now."

"But it’s in an ancient language—"

"Just do it, Aamir."

Aamir nodded subtly. Fine.

He activated Appraisal, expecting nothing...

But a system prompt immediately appeared in front of his eyes:

[Ancient Adreno Art Detected]

Do you wish to copy it?

[Yes / No]

Aamir didn’t hesitate. "Yes."

Copying Adreno Art...

1%... 10%... 40%... 80%... 100% — COMPLETE

Translation Progress: 0.1%

Aamir sighed. "Man... this is going to take a while."

He turned away from the glowing tablet and moved along with his friends to examine other relics and artifacts in the palace.

[System Notification]

Translation Progress: 20% Complete

Displaying Partial Data...

Lines of data began appearing on Aamir’s screen:

Adreno Art Name: Crimson Titan Form

Age: Estimated 1,400 years old

Type: Full-body Combat Adreno Art

Compatibility: Extremely High (Recommended for users with strong hand-to-hand combat affinity and adrenaline-type energy cores)

Rank: SS-Rank

[Partial Translation: Description]

The Crimson Titan Form was born in the ancient empire of Valtania, created by a warrior order known as the Red Sentinels. These warriors abandoned traditional weapons and relied entirely on their fists and raw bodies, channeling adrenaline energy into monstrous blows.

The art restructures the user’s physical makeup — enhancing muscle density, pain threshold, reaction speed, and emotional energy control. It even induces controlled limiter ruptures, unleashing the body’s hidden potential temporarily — but dangerously.

Only those with iron resolve and explosive instincts could master it.

[Core Techniques – Partial Translation]

1. Titan Pulse Activation – Temporarily amplifies physical capabilities by 300%+, marked by glowing crimson veins along the arms. High energy cost, but devastating when used in short bursts.

2. Crushflow Barrage – [Translation in progress]

3. Iron Howl Counter – [Translation in progress]

4. Red Mantle State – [Translation in progress]

[Hidden Trait – Translation Incomplete]

"Titan’s Break" – [Translation in progress]

Aamir’s eyes narrowed as he read the descriptions.

So... this is no ordinary martial art. It’s a forgotten warform meant for monsters.

He clenched his fist subtly, feeling a surge within his own veins — almost like the Crimson Titan had already started awakening inside him.

And then, just as Aamir was still reading the translated portion—

[System Prompt]

Do you wish to learn the First Core Technique of Crimson Titan Form: Titan Pulse Activation?

[Yes / No]

Aamir didn’t even blink. "Yes."

Suddenly, his mind was flooded with vivid imagery—stances, muscle tension alignments, breathing rhythms, and explosive movement sequences. It wasn’t just knowledge; it was like muscle memory being burned into him.

His veins throbbed lightly. His skin tingled. His chest tightened for a second as the energy locked itself into place.

It was the exact same strange sensation he felt when he first learned Vital Air Punch. But this... was far more intense.

[System Notification]

You have learned the First Core Technique: Titan Pulse Activation from Adreno Art: Crimson Titan Form.

Aamir clenched his fist slowly, his excitement hidden behind a calm expression. This is it... another level entirely.

But he didn’t lose his composure. Not here. Not inside the City Palace, where ancient secrets breathed beneath every tile.

After touring a few more wings of the palace with his friends, they all returned to their dorms by evening.

Later that night...

Aamir stepped quietly onto the roof, the night breeze brushing against his face. The sky above Valtania was vast and dark, scattered with stars. The distant hum of the palace city had faded into the background.

He walked to the edge, hands in his pockets, then sat down cross-legged, gazing at the moonlit horizon.

"I can’t wait... I need to test this."

But before he could even stand—

Luman’s voice boomed in his head.

"Use it with caution, Aamir."

Aamir frowned. "Why? It’s just the first technique—"

"It’s not just anything. Crimson Titan Form isn’t a casual martial art. It’s a legacy. This technique was once passed down through Valtania’s kings and select chosen warriors."

Aamir tilted his head, watching the flickering lights of the city below. "You mean it’s royal?"

"Yes... though the version they pass on today is diluted. You, however, have the original from the source—the stone tablet. If the current king, or one of the old generals, sees you use it... they might recognize it."

Aamir leaned back slowly. "And that would be... a problem?"

"Possibly. Until you’ve grown strong enough to protect yourself from that kind of attention, it’s best you don’t show your hand. Not yet. Not in the tournament."

Aamir stared at the sky filled with stars for a while, then nodded to himself.

"Alright... I won’t use it. Not now."

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"...But it’d be really fun if I could."

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