Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 186

Chapter 186: A Prince’s Hubris

Bryson roared as he swung his claw down. He was aiming to crush Anthony where he kneeled.

Anthony frowed. He raised his golden claws to guard against the devastating strike, although they were still trembling under Bryson’s pressuring aura.

Just as the claws were about to connect, Ragnar suddenly appeared between them. Ragnar easily caught Bryson’s claws with his own.

Ragnar also didn’t budge at all after receiving it. Instead, he smirked back as he tried to push back.

Karion, who was still lying on the ground, was shocked as he saw the one who blocked Bryson’s attack. “Ragnar?! Where the hell have you been?”

Ragnar turned his head slightly and grinned when he glanced down at Karion. “Oh, I’ve been… busy, but it’s good to see you lying there. I’d say you’re enjoying a well-deserved rest.”

Anthony, still catching his breath, looked up at Ragnar with relief. “Good, Ragnar! Thank you for saving me. Now, kill him for me!”

Ragnar’s smirk faded slightly and was replaced with a frustation. He tilted his head. “Huh? The hell are you ordering me around for?”

Before Anthony could respond, Ragnar turned and kicked Anthony’s side, sending the prince sprawling across the ground.

Anthony let out a choked gasp as the blow made him vomit and his body crumpling on the floor.

Ragnar crossed his arms and became cold as he looked down at Anthony. “You’re disturbing me, and don’t you dare try to order me again. Got it?”

Karion was shocked as he saw what Ragnar had just done. He immediately shouted from where he lay down. “How dare you do that to the First Prince!”

Ragnar didn’t even spare him a glance. “You’re half a corpse, so you better shut up before embarrassing yourself even further than before.”

He turned back his attention to Bryson and smirked. “So, you’re the leader of this Red Dragon Order.”

Bryson looked at Ragnar and smirked. “That’s right. You must be Ragnar, the patriarch of the Volcaria family and the strongest 7-Star Tamer in the Empire.”

Ragnar chuckled as he flexed his claws. “You have done your homework. Good, it saves me the trouble of introducing myself again.”

Bryson smirked. “I’ve heard plenty about you, Ragnar. Let’s see if you’re as powerful as they say.”

Ragnar tilted his head slightly and grinned. “Oh, you’ll see it later. Now, let’s settle this, shall we?”

—

Anthony remained on the sidelines. He hunched over and still vomited because of Ragnar’s kick.

His body also trembled, not from the kick but from the seething hatred brewing within him.

He was in rage as he glared at Ragnar’s back. “He’ll pay for this. I’ll make sure he suffers for this humiliation.”

But before he could think further, a cold voice from behind startled him. “You’d better not do anything stupid or else…”

Anthony turned around and was surprised the moment he saw Liora standing behind him.

Anthony soon smirked as he straightened himself, still holding his stomach. “This is where you’re mistaken.”

Anthony gestured to himself. “I’m the First Prince of the Empire. Ragnar better listen to me or else. The same goes for you too, Liora.”

Liora’s expression didn’t waver. She just flexed her claws. “What are you trying to say?”

Anthony smirked. “You should become my concubine. Your life would be better with me than in Volcaria. What’s your answer?”

Liora was a bit surprised. Her surprised reaction quickly turned to disgust as she frowned deeply.

She took a small step back, holding her mouth from vomitting. “What did you just say?”

Anthony frowned when he saw her reaction. “What’s with that face? Do you even understand what an honor this is? To be chosen by me, the First Prince?”

Liora shook her head slightly. Her face still wore the same disgust expression. “Disgusting.”

She then added something louder. “To think you’d ask me to become your concubine. I’m sorry, but you’re not worthy of me.”

Anthony immediately became angry. He flexed his claws and snarled. “What did you just say? How dare you look down on me? I’m the First Prince! You should be begging for such an opportunity!”

Liora smirked faintly as she mocked him. “Begging? For someone like you? Not a chance. If anything, I should be the one disgusted that you think I’d even consider it.”

Anthony became more enraged. He staggered to his feet. He reached his spatial ring to retrieve a healing potion.

The injuries Ragnar had inflicted weren’t severe, and after a quick gulp of the potion, he stood tall again.

He flexed his golden claws as he glared at Liora. “I’ll make you regret looking down on me. And when I’m done, I’ll make you beg for forgiveness.”

Liora smirked as she stood her ground. She tilted her head slightly as she waved her claws. “Please make me. I dare you, stupid prince.”

—

Karion frowned as he processed Ragnar’s earlier words. His body ached, and his pride stung even more.

He wanted nothing more than to rise and strike Ragnar down, to make him pay for the insults and humiliation.

But as much as the rage simmered within him, he knew the truth: he was in no condition to fight.

His battered body wouldn’t allow it, and the realization only fueled his frustration.

From his prone position, Karion’s gaze shifted to the unfolding scene between Anthony and Liora.

He furrowed his brows further as he watched the exchange. “First Prince, what the hell are you doing?”

He then frowned. “Fighting Liora here of all places… this isn’t the time for such stupidity.”

He couldn’t deny Liora’s strength. She was a genius. In a different situation, he might have seen the merit in Anthony’s proposition.

Having someone as talented as Liora by Anthony’s side as his concubine would strengthen the Empire’s position immensely.

But here, in enemy territory, it was a foolish action. “It’s too reckless even for him. This is neither the time nor the place for this kind of arrogance.”

Karion was too injured to think much. He needed to think of something else in his current situation.