Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties

The instant the cannon flared open in Loxen's throat.

A deep warning instinct flared inside Nyxfang.

Danger.

Its damaged jaw twisted open further.

Not for a bite, but to release a final, desperate attack.

From the recesses of its war-torn body, its internal organs shifted.

Biological sacs swelled. A heavy pressure gathered in its torso.

Nyxfang tried to counter.

A surge of corrupted energy built in its lungs.

With a guttural roar, it attempted to fire back a blood-drenched shockwave.

A concentrated Viral Hemoblast.

It shot forward.

Raw and unstable power laced with acid mist and bone fragments.

But it was too slow.

Too thin.

Loxen's cannon fired a split-second earlier.

The silver beam crashed into Nyxfang's body.

The bloody blast Nyxfang released buckled mid-air.

Completely overpowered and shattered on contact.

The collision sent shockwaves in every direction.

Nyxfang's entire body was consumed in a blinding silver surge.

Flesh peeled. Veins ruptured. Mutated armor splintered.

The crimson cloud it unleashed turned white-hot and vaporized instantly.

For a second, the battlefield went silent—everything drowned in energy.

When the light faded—

Nyxfang crashed into the ground.

Its body was a twitching, broken heap.

Large portions of its plating had been blown clean off.

Its internal organs were failing.

The regenerative mutation systems were overloaded, burned out from trying to recover too fast.

Its blood mist was gone.

Its breath shallow.

One final spasm rocked through its limbs.

Then silence.

Nyxfang passed out.

The abomination that couldn't be tamed—

Now it lay unconscious and defeated.

In front of the one beast it could neither read nor adapt to.

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Across the ridges, drones floated in silence.

Everyone watching, live or through a stream, had the same frozen expression.

Even Fiona, usually overflowing with words, stood still for a full five seconds.

Before finally exhaling into her mic.

"…What the hell did I just watch?"

She turned slowly to her drone camera, still filming.

"Nyxfang… lost."

Her voice was raw, stunned.

"No—he didn't just lose. He got shut down. Like a rogue AI with no firewall."

She pointed toward the still-standing silver beast.

"And that thing… Loxen… what even is that?! Is it a beast? Or is it some kind of full-scale war-class beast?!"

She replayed it in her head, piecing it together as she spoke.

"It summoned machine guns. Then a built-in cannon."

"It tanked Nyxfang's attack easily."

"It didn't bleed, didn't stagger, and—it didn't even use an eye-catching ability."

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[Beastagram LIVE CHAT – @FionaFlares]

@BloodMistDevil: "THERE'S NO WAY THAT WAS JUST A BEAST."

@AureliusIntelDrop: "Someone PLEASE explain what Loxen is. It moved like a war weapon."

@MoonSilverCult: "SHE SLEPT. SHE SLEPT WHILE IT FOUGHT. SHE KNEW."

@TamerDownBad: "If that's a standard Luxoria beast… we're all dead."

@VorafangVeteran: "That was the evolved Nyxfang. Modified by the AURELIUS family. And it lost. BADLY."

@SystemBreakerLive: "Loxen tanked a battlefield like a machine. Not even phased. Who builds something like that?!"

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Fiona shook her head, mouth still slightly open.

"No blood. No sound. Just precision."

She lowered her mic and whispered, almost in awe.

"Luxoria Castle… what the hell are you people building?"

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Victor stood frozen near the edge of the cracked platform.

His eyes locked on the crater where Nyxfang lay motionless.

His mouth hung slightly open.

The words refused to come for several seconds.

Then, finally—

"…What the hell just happened?"

His voice cracked with disbelief.

He stepped forward slowly, fists clenched at his sides.

"How… how can Nyxfang lose?"

He looked down at his hands like the answer might be etched there.

"Elder Brother Cassius and Elder Theron built that thing."

"They made it to win. It was supposed to adapt, regenerate, counter anything…"

He turned toward the battlefield again, his voice rising.

"And it got taken out by a beast that hasn't even revealed its full power!"

Across from him, Varen was just as shaken.

"We… we lost?" Varen muttered.

Then he clenched his jaw.

"No."

He shook his head once.

"That's not right."

He took a step forward, staring at the glowing trench where Nyxfang had fallen.

His eyes swept across the terrain, searching for an explanation.

A trick. A malfunction. Anything.

He found nothing.

Just silver mist. Stillness.

A beast that had not even moved to win.

"How?" His voice cracked.

"How could this happen?"

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Loxen turned away from the battlefield.

Its body returned into a smaller, silver liquid cat version like before.

It approached the untouched cliff where the silver bed still sat perfectly in place.

With one low growl.

It lifted a paw and nudged Luna's blanket with the tip of its claw.

Luna stirred.

She opened one eye halfway, blinking once as her gaze settled on Loxen's face.

"…Is it done?"

Loxen nodded once.

Luna yawned and sat up slowly, stretching her arms high over her head.

Her joints cracked lightly as she arched her back.

She dropped her hands to Loxen's head and gave it two firm pats.

"Good boy."

She stood up, pulling the blanket off and folding it with one hand like it was routine.

The bed was put back in her spatial ring.

Luna rolled her shoulders, letting out a satisfied breath.

"Now that… was a good nap."

She dusted off her arms and turned toward the battlefield.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the crater where Nyxfang's unconscious body still twitched faintly.

Luna smiled.

Then she tilted her head and spoke without restraint.

"Let's go see the loser, shall we?"

Luna walked casually down the slope.

Her expression didn't change.

Calm and slightly amused.

In the far distance across the battlefield, she spotted Victor and Varen.

She glanced to her side, where Loxen silently stood.

"Loxen," she said casually, flicking her hand once.

"Be a dear—transform into a mic and a speaker set. I'd like to talk to the audience."

Loxen nodded.

Its front shoulder shifted.

Silver fluid surged from its core, splitting mid-air and reshaping.

In moments, a sleek silver microphone slid from the right claw.

And a floating speaker disc hovered beside Luna's head.

She took the mic with a small smile. Gave it a few quick taps.

"Check. One. Two."

Her voice echoed across the ruined terrain, clear and amplified.

All eyes turned.

Fiona, still on her ridge, sat up straighter.

The crowd watching remotely leaned forward.

The stream chat froze.

Victor's head turned sharply.

Varen slowly raised his eyes toward her.

Luna raised the mic with a smirk and casually cleared her throat.

"Ahem."

She let the pause linger—just long enough.

"I have something to say."

Silence held for three full seconds.

Then she tilted her head, her hair brushing over one shoulder as she smiled wide.

"What's up… losers?"