Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Dreadmaw Has Arrived
Liline stepped forward with a graceful smile, hands folded behind her back.

“It seems…”

Her voice echoed through the hall.

“…no one wishes to place any further bids.”

She turned her gaze toward the three nobles seated at the center of attention.

Sylvia Aurelius, Elaris Myralis, and Raiven Valefor.

“But before I officially close the auction for these ten Vornis, I’d like to inform the three of you of something important.”

All three glanced up—curious, alert.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly.

Elaris tilted her head.

Raiven said nothing.

Liline continued calmly.

“Vornis is not like other beasts. It is a uniquely crafted war beast.

“They are exclusively bred, designed, and controlled by Luxoria Castle.”

She paused, letting that settle.

“And because of that… it is not a subject for dissection, research, or cloning.”

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Liline smiled again, this time with a subtle sharpness behind her words.

“Any unauthorized research methods—especially invasive ones—will result in the Vornis triggering its internal failsafe.”

Her voice sharpened.

“It will self-destruct instantly.”

That drew a collective reaction from the hall.

Even Elaris blinked at that.

Raiven didn’t move but nodded once, as if silently acknowledging the condition.

But Sylvia’s lips tightened. Her eyes narrowed further.

She leaned forward slightly.

“…Self-destruction failsafe?”

Her tone was still smooth, but colder.

“That’s an inefficient loss of data.”

Liline’s smile didn’t fade.

“It’s not about efficiency. It’s about ownership.”

“These beasts are not tools. They are crafted—refined—not to be broken apart.”

Elaris chuckled.

“Relax, Sylvia. You bought a war beast, not a science experiment.”

Sylvia didn’t respond right away.

But her gaze remained on Liline.

“…Understood.”

Liline gave a slight bow.

“Thank you.”

She straightened slowly, her eyes scanning the three nobles again.

“But I am not finished yet.”

Liline continued.

“There is one more condition you must understand about Vornis ownership.”

Her tone shifted—firmer, clearer.

“If you wish to tame, transfer, or even have your Vornis re-bonded to another person—it must be done here, at Luxoria Castle.”

She paused.

“They will not accept commands, links, or contracts from anywhere else.”

“No third-party systems or even black-market bonding.”

Her smile returned—pleasant, but absolute.

“Only here. Only under our system.”

Raiven nodded once. “That’s fair. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with them anyway.”

Elaris gave a soft hum. “Makes sense. They’re not pets. They’re weapons… sacred ones.”

Sylvia, who had stayed silent for a beat, finally spoke.

“…So even taming assistance or delegation isn’t permitted outside?”

Liline nodded. “Correct. No proxies. No off-site handlers.”

Sylvia exhaled slowly, then gave a brief nod. “Understood.”

Liline smiled again, satisfied.

“Then I officially welcome you three—and your Vornis units—as registered, licensed partners of Luxoria Castle.”

She turned to the rest of the crowd.

“And that concludes this Vornis’ Auction.”

Applause broke out across the chamber.

—

Liline smirked faintly as the murmurs faded.

“Now then…”

She raised her hand, and the stage behind her began to shift.

“Let’s move on to what you’ve truly been waiting for—”

Her voice rang clearly.

“—the main auction.”

The crowd leaned forward, attention locked in.

“But first,”

Liline added, “a few important clarifications.”

She glanced across the nobles and tamers gathered.

“For this auctioned beast, unlike the Vornis…”

She held up one finger.

“You are free to do as you please. Sell it, trade it, dismantle it for research, extract its essence—whatever you like.”

Gasps and cheers broke out in the crowd.

Raiven raised his eyebrow.

Sylvia tilted her head, clearly interested.

Elaris just smiled.

Liline continued, casually but clearly:

“There is no failsafe. No restriction. You bought it? Then it’s yours to risk or ruin.”

A voice from the seats called out, “Even the taming?”

Liline nodded.

“Yes. But unlike Vornis, we will not assist with taming or contract services—unless you pay extra.”

Another voice shouted, “Does it include a martial arts manual?”

Liline smiled. “No. But if you’re willing to pay… we might provide one.”

Someone muttered in the back, “So basically, everything’s fair game… as long as it’s not Vornis.”

Liline turned slightly and smirked again.

“Exactly.”

Raiven crossed his arms. “So Vornis is sacred. Everything else is wild.”

Elaris chuckled. “I like the balance.”

Sylvia adjusted her gloves. “At least this part’s open for experimentation.”

Liline raised her hand again.

“Then prepare yourselves…”

A vibrating mechanical sound filled the hall.

The floor panels of the main stage split apart, and a massive platform began to rise.

Liline’s voice echoed above the noise.

“…because this next beast is one that even we almost didn’t dare to sell.”

The crowd held its breath.

Finally, the full, transparent containment cage emerged.

It was towering and reinforced with glowing containment runes.

And inside…

The entire hall gasped.

It stood twenty meters tall—even larger than the Titanhoof that Beast Castle sold.

Its obsidian-black scales glimmered with glowing magma-like veins, pulsing as if alive.

Its posture was brutal—T-Rex-like, but more feral, more monstrous.

Its eyes burned red.

Its breathing rumbled through the glass.

Its very presence radiated one word: Dominance.

Voices erupted around the hall.

“By the Stars—”

“That thing’s a monster!”

“It’s… it’s way more terrifying than Titanhoof!”

“They weren’t exaggerating. They undersold it!”

Liline stood calmly, hands clasped behind her back.

Her smile was cool, confident.

“Let me formally introduce you.”

She extended her hand toward the beast without flinching.

“This is Dreadmaw.”

Gasps rippled again.

Someone in the crowd muttered, “I never thought that beast they sold would be something like this.”

Another voice added, “I just thought of a beast at the same level as Titanhoof. But this—this thing is real.”

Even Raiven’s eyes widened slightly, gaze narrowing with interest.

Sylvia’s lips parted in shock.

Elaris leaned forward with a quiet laugh. “Now this is exciting.”

Liline’s voice remained calm but held a weight that silenced the crowd.

“Dreadmaw is a one-of-a-kind Apex-class beast.”

“Not cloned. Not modified. Not replicated.”

Her next words hit hard.

“Dreadmaw… is wild-born. Captured alive. Tamed by force.”

Complete silence.

Then Raiven muttered under his breath.

“…You actually captured that?”

Sylvia whispered, “Insane.”

Elaris whispered back, “I want it.”

Liline smiled slightly, stepping aside.

“Shall we begin the bidding?”