Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Loreia Woke Up Mad
Loreia’s voice thundered through the chamber.

“Damn you, Lucius! I never thought you’d push it this far!”

She sat up, her hands gripping the edge of the reinforced slab beneath her.

Her body trembled—not from pain.

But from the aftershock of everything flooding into her.

Somewhere across the castle, Lucius blinked.

His hair subtly lifted at the back of his neck.

“…She’s awake.”

Fiona tilted her head, still chewing on a piece of toast.

“Something wrong, Lord L?”

Lucius shook his head with a dry smile.

“No, just… an old beast stretching her claws again.”

“I’ll tend to it later.”

He looked at Fiona.

“Enjoy your meal. I have a few things to handle.”

Fiona gave a casual salute with her fork.

“Go do your thing, Lord L. I’m gonna steal another croissant.”

Lucius turned to Luna, who stood nearby with a tablet in hand.

“Check on Loreia.”

Luna gave a soft nod.

“Yes, Master. I’ll make sure she didn’t destroy half the room.”

—

Minutes later, Luna entered the reinforced recovery chamber.

Loreia was on her feet now, arms crossed.

She had torn off most of the monitoring cables.

Energy still coursed around her body in quiet pulses.

Luna grinned.

“Looks like someone’s already angry.”

Loreia glared at her.

“He threw me into a virtual war for ten years, Luna.”

Luna tilted her head with a teasing smirk.

“And you survived. Stronger than ever, I’m guessing?”

Loreia glared.

“Ten years. Inside a never-ending battlefield.”

“I had to fight with Lorien at my side, who—by the way—was still adapting from Argentis.”

“We were thrown into slaughterfields, nightmare loops, collapsing sky cities.

“I didn’t even get a proper debrief.”

“Well, you’re alive,” Luna said with a casual shrug.

“Which means it worked.”

“And if Lorien evolved properly, you should be grateful.”

“Grateful?” Loreia narrowed her eyes.

“Lorien became something else in there.”

“That beast is… perfect. But don’t make it sound easy.”

“I had to earn every second of that survival.”

She paused, breathing heavily. “Now tell me where Lucius is.”

Luna held up her hands, stepping aside.

“Master had something to handle. He said to wait and cool off.”

Loreia scoffed. “Cool off?”

She exhaled sharply, then crossed her arms.

“Fine. If he wants me to cool off, then you’ll help.”

Luna blinked. “Me?”

“Yes. You’re already here.”

“And I need a proper spar to test this new strength.”

Her voice dropped an octave. “Unless you’re scared.”

Luna frowned and sighed.

“You really love dragging me into these things…”

Loreia took a step forward. “Luna.”

“Fine, fine!” Luna rolled her eyes.

“I knew I should’ve pretended to be busy.”

She quickly called on Liline.

“Liline, prepare the largest arena in Luxoria.”

“Use Sovereign-class reinforcement and full adaptive terrain settings.”

Liline’s voice echoed softly.

“Understood. Activating the Grand Colosseum Vault.”

“Estimated time—three minutes.”

Luna looked at Loreia with a dry smile. “Happy now?”

Loreia cracked her knuckles. “Not yet.”

—

Loreia and Luna stood across from each other in the Grand Colosseum Vault.

Loreia didn’t wait.

She raised her hand, and in a flash, a sleek silver spear materialized in her palm.

“This is Lorien,” she said. “Its current weaponized form.”

Luna raised an eyebrow, arms still folded. “A spear?”

Loreia smiled.

“Don’t let the form fool you. You’ll see soon enough.”

Luna’s lips curled slightly. “I see… Then I won’t hold back.”

She took a step forward, then reached behind her back.

Silver moonlight wrapped around her as Loxen’s form shifted.

A long, thin cannon slotted itself into place over her right arm.

A layered shield extended from her left wrist, formed from warped crescent energy.

Her hair fluttered in the wind as her visor snapped shut.

“I didn’t think I’d get to stretch this system out today,” Luna said.

“But if you want my all, big sis…”

“Then I’ll give you something real.”

Loreia twirled her spear once, then planted its butt onto the silver floor. “Good.”

“Just don’t complain when you can’t keep up.”

Luna’s eyes narrowed behind her visor. “No promises.”

A low pulse spread through the arena as both Divine-tier beasts surged in sync with their masters.

“System’s synced,” Luna said.

“One click and I lock the entire terrain for illusion reversal and phantom overrides.”

Loreia exhaled once.

“Lorien already sealed misfortune and trickery.”

“You’ll find it harder to cheat fate in here.”

“Oh?” Luna smirked. “What about bending it?”

“Try,” Loreia said. “And watch what happens.”

Both paused.

Neither moved.

Then Loreia chuckled softly. “You’ve improved.”

“And you’ve changed,” Luna admitted.

“There’s something… more. Your stance. That energy.”

“Lorien didn’t just enhance you—it completed something.”

Loreia nodded. “Ten years in war. You find what matters.”

They stepped forward at the same time, standing now just meters apart.

Luna raised her cannon slightly.

Loreia spun her spear in one smooth arc.

“I won’t hold back, Luna.”

“I hope not,” Luna replied. “Because neither will I.”

—

Luna didn’t wait for another breath.

She shot forward, cannon locking in.

“Let’s see if that spear is more than decoration!”

The barrel glowed silver-blue.

Three crescent energy rounds fired in rapid succession.

Each one aimed with surgical precision.

Loreia didn’t move.

The blasts struck.

Or… they should have.

Each one passed through her image—no impact, no explosion.

Luna skidded sideways, already recalculating. “Illusion field?”

Loreia’s voice rang out, calm and clear. “No illusions.”

Luna’s eyes narrowed.

She pivoted, fired again.

A barrage of glowing discs slammed toward Loreia’s chest.

Nothing.

They vanished mid-air—like they had been… erased?

“What?” Luna hissed.

She activated a pulse grenade from her left shoulder plate and lobbed it.

The device exploded mid-flight, sending a ring of moonlight shrapnel toward Loreia.

Still—nothing.

The air around Loreia shimmered faintly, like ripples on glass.

Not a single piece of the attack touched her.

Luna dashed backward and muttered.

“There’s no barrier reading. No shield detected. No spatial shift.”

She raised her voice. “What did you just do?”

Loreia didn’t flinch.

She stood, holding the spear upright. Serene. Untouched.

“I didn’t do anything,” Loreia said. “Lorien did.”

Luna clenched her jaw.

“I locked the illusion anchor!”

“I bypassed enchantments—this isn’t normal protection!”

Loreia finally moved. Just a single step forward.

“When Lorien is with me,” she said quietly,

“I don’t need to dodge. Fate itself changes. Misfortune doesn’t reach me.”

Luna stared. “You’re saying I missed… because of luck?”

“No,” Loreia corrected. “Because of miracle certainty.”

She lowered the spear slightly.

“You’re not fighting just me.”

“You’re fighting a beast that rewrites outcomes before they happen.”

Luna let out a slow breath. “So that’s the Blessed Miracle.”

She smirked.

“Well then, big sis—”

“This just got interesting.”