Starting Out As The God of Beasts

The death of Tribe Leader Agrea broke the final pillar of the Crimson Spotted Leopard-Kin.

With their leader’s charred, motionless body pinned to the shattered mountain wall, the protective spell that had held the clan together for decades dissolved into ash.

The four surviving elders, already battered and bleeding, fought like cornered beasts within the narrow tunnels, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.

Surrounded on all sides by hundreds of bloodthirsty hunters and crushed under the overwhelming presence of the Glorious Mythical Sect’s elder, every last Martial Master was slain without mercy.

The subterranean hideout was systematically razed.

The screams of women and children echoed off the damp stone walls as iron collars were snapped around their necks.

By sunrise, a long, tragic column of captured beastmen was being dragged down the rocky slopes of the Northern Hashian Mountains, bound in heavy, mana-suppressing chains.

The journey toward Kaelos City was a procession of pure brutality.

The captives were beaten relentlessly with spiked whips, dragged over sharp rocks, and denied water.

Skin was torn, silver fur was matted with dried blood, and children wept silently as they stumbled beneath the weight of heavy iron shackles.

This absolute cruelty was not mindless violence—it was a calculated directive ordered directly by the elder of the Glorious Mythical Sect.

The elder rode comfortably at the center of the column atop a armored mount, his dark eyes watching the dragged captives with cold satisfaction.

He understood the nature of A-class beastmen.

They were proud, fierce, and possessed an innate, stubborn will that made them dangerous slaves if left unbroken.

He had no patience for lingering rebellion, nor did he have time to manage open resistance once they reached the auction blocks of Kaelos City.

Whenever a captive leopard-kin refused to walk, spat at a guard, or glared at a hunter with lingering defiance, the elder did not waste words.

FSHHH!

With a lazy flick of his finger, a beam of golden fire would pierce the defiant beastman’s head, killing them instantly on the spot.

Before the corpse even hit the dirt, the elder’s mana would slice open the dead beastman’s chest, ripping out their refined mana core right in front of their horrified family members.

"An unruly beast is worth more as a raw cultivation core than a living servant," the elder declared smoothly, his voice echoing over the weeping column. "Decide now whether you wish to walk on your feet or travel inside my storage ring as raw materials."

The display of absolute, cold-blooded execution shattered the remaining spirits of the Leopard-kin.

The flames of rebellion in their eyes were forcibly extinguished, replaced by a deep, paralyzing terror.

With their pride thoroughly crushed, the captive column submitted completely.

The remaining journey across the rugged trails toward Kaelos City became smooth, silent, and entirely unbothered by further resistance.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles to the south, the atmosphere was vastly different.

Past the roaring, chaotic waters of the Jure River lay Yutao City—a massive, sprawling metropolis renowned across the region as a premier hub of trade, commerce, and martial resources.

The distance between Yutao City and Kaelos City was vast, separated by thick wilderness, dangerous mountain passes, and sprawling trade routes.

Roy, Eurenia, and Alisa had finally arrived at the grand, white-stone gates of Yutao City, stepping onto the paved stone roads after spending several days navigating the hazards of the Jure River.

The river crossing had not been a simple journey.

The deep waters were infested with aquatic abominations, but to Roy’s group, the dangerous creatures were little more than target practice and a steady food supply.

They had spent their time on the river fishing for high-tier aquatic monsters, effortlessly hunting down several Beast-stage F-class abominations and harvesting their dense, water-attribute mana cores.

Roy had chosen Yutao City as a temporary staging ground.

He needed a stable, resource-rich location where Eurenia and Alisa could process their recent combat gains, cultivate peacefully, and solidify their foundations before he initiated his true moves across the continent.

As they passed through the grand archway of the city gates, the sheer volume of human activity buzzed around them.

Carriages loaded with rare herbs, merchant caravans from distant provinces, and thousands of human cultivators moved through the wide, stone-paved avenues.

However, as Roy’s group walked into the bustling market district, the ambient noise of the crowd began to falter, replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable hush.

Countless eyes turned toward them.

Eurenia and Alisa walked right behind Roy.

As powerful Martial Generals, their pride and status were absolute.

They carried no fear toward human cultivators, and as such, they wore no disguises, cloaks, or illusions.

Their feline ears, sleek leopard tails, and sharp, predatory eyes were fully exposed to the midday sun, radiating a dense, quiet atmosphere of martial power that made ordinary passersby shudder.

Leading them was Roy, maintaining his flawless human form.

His striking appearance, cold demeanor, and golden-crimson eyes commanded instant attention, drawing wary, suspicious looks from the surrounding martial artists.

In a human-dominated trading hub like Yutao City, seeing beastmen walking freely in broad daylight without slave collars or iron chains was an extraordinarily rare—and deeply unsettling—sight.

Whispering voices erupted from the edges of the crowded street.

"Look at those two... beastwomen walking freely? Are they mercenaries or bodyguard servants?"

"Keep your voice down! Can’t you feel the oppressive pressure coming off them? Those two aren’t ordinary monsters... they must be high-enlightened Martial Generals!"

"Hmph, high-enlightened or not, their days of walking proud are numbered. Haven’t you heard the news coming from the north?"

"The news from the Northern Hashian Mountains? You mean... Kaelos City actually pulled it off?"

"Aye! The report arrived via messenger hawk this morning! The grand coalition led by Kaelos City—backed by an elder from a major sect—completely obliterated the Crimson Spotted Leopard-Kin tribe! Even their famous Tribe Leader, Agrea, was burned to ash!"

"An A-class tribe fell just like that? Gods... if an A-class tribe can be wiped out in a single night, what chance do the smaller beastman clans have?"

"Word is already spreading through the forest borders.

Dozens of minor beastman tribes have completely abandoned their ancestral lands, fleeing deep into the untamed wilderness to hide in caves..."

Roy walked with a slow, deliberate pace, his keen senses capturing every single whisper, every rumor, and every subtle detail floating through the crowded market.

He paused near a grand stone fountain in the center of the trading square, his golden-crimson eyes reflecting the shifting shadows of the city.

He drew in a long, deep breath of the air, feeling the underlying current of fear and predatory greed rippling across the continent.

The fall of an A-class tribe wasn’t just a military victory for Kaelos City—it was a catalyst that was systematically destroying the ecosystem of the beastmen, pushing an entire race into absolute extinction and servitude.

Roy turned his head slightly, looking back at Eurenia and Alisa.

Their hands were resting tightly on the hilts of their weapons, their knuckles white with suppressed rage as they overheard the humans casually discussing the slaughter of their kin.

"We need to act fast," Roy spoke softly, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that reached only their ears.

"The hunters of Kaelos City are accelerating their campaign, and the beastmen across this continent are truly on the brink of absolute ruin.

We settle our affairs here quickly... and then we tear Kaelos City down to its foundations."

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