Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: A Month of Carnage! No Mercy, No Limits, No Escape!
Luna had lost her vision, as both her eyes were useless. Blood still poured down from her face, but despite the pain, she smirked.

Even without sight, she could still fight, using her experience. “You think this is enough to stop me, huh, big sister?

Loreia, still grinning, licked the blood off her fingers. “No. But it’s fun watching you like this.”

Luna chuckled. “Fun, huh? Well, let’s see how long that lasts.”

Then, Luna lunged forward, leaping onto Loreia. She relied on her instinct alone.

She pulled her fist back, preparing to smash Loreia’s face in but Loreia’ caught her.

Both of Luna’s wrists were grabbed in midair, making Luna twitch. “You’re faster than before.”

Loreia only grinned wildly. “And you’re weaker than before.”

CRACK!

Loreia slammed her forehead into Luna’s skull hard.

Luna’s head snapped backward, her body stumbling, blood gushing from her already ruined face.

Her body stumbled back, but before she could react, Loreia pounced.

She tackled Luna to the ground, straddling her and pinning her arms.

Luna chuckled weakly, spitting blood. “Getting confident now, big sister?”

Loreia only smirked as she replied. “No. I’ve just accepted who I am.”

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Loreia’s fists crashed into Luna’s face over and over. Luna’s skin was torn, her nose was broken and her face was bruised.

Each hit sent blood splattering onto the sand. Luna gasped, her body twitching, but she didn’t scream.

She just grinned through the pain. “That’s it, Loreia. That’s the monster I wanted to see.”

Then, as Luna coughed out blood, Loreia wrapped her fingers around her throat.

Tight.

Firm.

Unrelenting.

Luna’s air was cut off, her body convulsing beneath Loreia. But despite choking, despite her bloodied, bruised face…she smirked. “Congratulations… you passed.”

Loreia only smirked. “I know.” Before finally, she did it.

SNAP!

Luna’s neck was twisted violently by Loreia. Luna’s body twitched once before completely going still.

Loreia stared down at her lifeless corpse, her own chest heaving with exhaustion, before letting out a breathless, shaky laugh.

Her fingers twitched, still coated in Luna’s warm blood. “I won.”

Her heart pounded as the fear, weakness, and helplessness were all gone.

She had become stronger and embraced it. She really loved her current condition.

—

The night passed, and when the sun rose again, Loreia stood in the same desert, waiting. She knew they would return.

And soon enough, both Luna and Liora revived. Their bodies were healed.

There were no injuries or anything, as if the brutality of yesterday never happened.

The moment they opened their eyes, their gazes locked onto Loreia and soon they smirked.

Liora cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders. “You’ve really grown, Loreia.”

Luna brushed off her clothes, stretching lazily. “And I have to say, you make a pretty good monster.”

Loreia grinned, rolling her wrist. “Yeah. And now… let’s continue the fun.”

Luna’s eyes gleamed. “Sure, but don’t get too cocky, big sis. Yesterday was a fluke.”

Loreia laughed mockingly. “Oh? Are you saying your neck snapped too easily? Because from what I remember, you went limp real quick.”

Luna tilted her head. “Maybe. But you sure took your sweet time dying all those other days. Maybe you enjoyed it?”

Loreia’s grin widened. “Oh, I did. But not as much as ripping your eyes out.”

Luna’s smirk twitched, but she quickly recovered. “I’ll make sure you don’t get the chance to do that again.”

Loreia cracked her knuckles. “We’ll see. I’ll aim for your tongue this time. I can’t have you running that mouth forever.”

Luna chuckled darkly. “As if you could. Let’s see how long you last today before your ribs are decorating the sand.”

Liora sighed, shaking her head. “Less talking, more fighting.”

Loreia mocked her tone. “Less talking, more fighting? blah, blah. Who cares? Just say you enjoy watching me kick Luna’s ass.”

Luna snorted. “You talk too much. Maybe I’ll just rip out your throat instead.”

Loreia smirked. “Then I’ll just bite yours off first.”

Luna’s grin widened. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s see who bleeds first.”

Without hesitation, the three of them lunged at each other.

Fists clashed. Bones snapped. Blood painted the sand.

Laughter, screams, and the sound of flesh breaking filled the desert.

They fought like beasts, taunting each other through every punch, every broken bone, every kill.

Luna and Loreia mocked each other mercilessly, never letting a wound pass without an insult.

Liora, though she spoke less, delivered her hits with brutal efficiency.

And so, the cycle of blood and violence continued.

—

For the rest of the month, they slaughtered each other.

Every. Single. Day.

No mercy. No hesitation. No limits.

Each battle became more violent, more twisted, and more horrifying than the last.

The ways they died were really also varied, like these.

Liora snapped Loreia’s spine like a twig, then gouged her lungs out with her bare hands.

Luna dug her fingers into Liora’s stomach, ripped out her intestines, and strangled her with them.

Loreia pinned Luna down, drove her thumbs into her eye sockets until they burst, then smashed her skull open with a rock.

Liora drowned Luna in her own blood, slitting her throat just enough to make her suffocate instead of bleed out instantly.

Luna broke Loreia’s arms, twisted them behind her back, then slowly, inch by inch, peeled the skin off her hands while she screamed.

Loreia returned the favor by force-feeding Luna her own torn-out tongue before slicing her stomach open and watching her bleed out.

Liora bit through Loreia’s neck, tearing out her throat with her teeth, drinking the warm blood as Loreia choked to death.

Loreia shattered Liora’s kneecaps, pinned her to the ground, then stabbed her repeatedly in the chest with each thrust of the stone slower than the last.

Luna forced Loreia’s jaw open, breaking it at the hinge, then crushed her windpipe between her fingers.

Liora bent Luna’s arm the wrong way, then tore it from her body and beat her to death with it.

Loreia dismembered Liora piece by piece, leaving only her head untouched so she could watch herself die.

The cycle of violence continued.

Every.

Single.

Day.

Their bodies were torn apart, shattered, and ripped to pieces. Only to be revived the next morning.

And each time, they came back stronger, more brutal, and more inhuman.

They didn’t just tolerate the pain. They embraced it.

They laughed through their own deaths, grinned while being torn apart, and reveled in the suffering.

The fear of dying was long gone.

Pain was just another sensation.

They had become something else entirely.

A new kind of monster.

And they loved every second of it.