Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 480

Chapter 480: RAID RAGE
A notification buzzed through every device in the world as Fiona’s live stream fired up.

The screen split open with a swirl of lights.

Fiona’s face filled the feed, eyes bright and ready.

“Hello, Luxoria fans,” she said, leaning forward with a grin.

Her hand moved to her earpiece, adjusting the volume.

“You must be wondering why I suddenly turned on my stream.”

A surge of chat messages poured in:

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@StreamEdge: FIONA! She’s live!

@BlazeBurst: She’s gonna fight?

@CoreSpark: Vornis rematch?

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Fiona waved a hand, a light chuckle as she read the messages.

“No, no, not Vornis.”

“I need to tell you that today’s stream is gonna be even better than the Vornis competition.”

She stood up, rolling her shoulders, the glow from her wrist device intensifying.

Her legs shifted into a combat stance, knees bent, weight balanced.

She checked her drone, which hovered beside her, scanning the ground.

“This stream,” she said, pointing one finger at the screen.

“This time is a raid. And not any beast raid—”

She paused for effect, her grin spreading wide.

“It’s an Aurelius raid.”

The chat exploded.

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@WildSwipe: NO WAY!!!

@BeastBeat: This is gonna be insane!

@FlameCore: RAID ON THE AURELIUS? LFG!!!

@FrostByte: She’s gonna get us all killed.

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Fiona lifted her left leg, shifting her balance, then leaned back with both arms extended like a ring announcer.

“You heard it, right, fans? Today we’re gonna raid the Aurelius family.”

“The ones who love messing with beast and human DNA like it’s a game.”

Her eyes gleamed under the visor, reflecting the glowing metrics of the growing audience.

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@HackSpark: RAID THE LABS!

@TalonKing: She’s serious, look at her eyes!

@PlasmaSniper: The best part is watching her sweat.

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Fiona paced in a circle, her fingers dancing across her drone’s control pad.

“I want you all to see every second.”

“Every roar, every shock, every broken lab wall. And guess what?”

She stopped, one hand pressing to her chest.

“This isn’t just for me.”

“It’s for every tamer they hurt. Every beast they threw away.”

She pointed at the screen again, smirk never leaving.

“So I’m gonna give you all a show. A fight. A highlight reel you’ll never forget.”

The drone focused on her face, the glow intensifying.

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@ByteBreaker: She’s streaming a raid.

@LionHearted: I’m taking notes.

@EchoBlade: How many beasts are coming with her?

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Fiona spun the plasma blade in her right hand, its energy dancing in the air.

She lifted it high, the blade humming with promise.

“I’ll bring every last piece of the Aurelius empire crashing down.”

“And you’ll watch every second.”

She swung the blade, pointing it toward the horizon.

Her legs bent, every muscle tensed.

“Alright, chat—countdown starts now.”

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@ShadowBolt: TEN.

@FlareStorm: NINE.

@SteelWings: EIGHT.

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Fiona lunged forward, one foot crushing a loose stone beneath her boot.

The drone’s camera swiveled to follow, capturing every angle.

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@Sparkline: SEVEN.

@BeastMode: SIX.

@DataKnight: FIVE.

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She exhaled, the glow of Fionyx’s energy gathering around her.

Her battlewear lit up, matching the anticipation in her eyes.

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@RageQuake: FOUR.

@NovaStar: THREE.

@IronMaiden: TWO.

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She grinned. “ONE.”

Her feet hit the ground, knees bent, energy thrumming through her body.

The stream’s sound levels spiked, the roar of the crowd filling the feed.

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@StreamEdge: LET’S GO!

@FlameCore: RAID AURELIUS!

@ShadowBolt: RAID RAID RAID!

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She took a final breath, eyes locked on the horizon.

“Fionyx. Show them why we’re trending.”

Light exploded around her as Fionyx’s form emerged.

Fiona’s smirk sharpened.

“Time to raid.”

The screen filled with cheering emojis, and the chat flooded with fire icons.

Fiona’s figure blurred as she launched forward, her drone capturing every second.

The raid had begun.

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Inside the main vault of the Aurelius family territory, tension sparked like live wires.

A low hum filled the air as workers moved between rows of armored gates and stacked containment units.

Screens blinked with status lights and coded readouts.

One guard at a terminal turned, eyes wide.

“Sector four reports an enemy breach.”

Theron paused mid-stride, his boots grinding against the metal floor.

He turned slowly, his arms crossing over his chest, scars and tattoos shifting with the motion.

“It seems Luxoria has moved,” he said. His gunmetal eyes narrowed.

A technician rushed forward, holding a small device.

“Sir, they’ve already breached the perimeter.”

Theron’s head lifted slightly.

He clenched his jaw, rolling his shoulders back, the heavy beast-scale mantle flexing with each movement.

He took a deep breath, each breath filling his broad chest.

“Send our fighters,” he said, stepping forward.

“Don’t hold back. Kill them.”

A line of armored soldiers snapped to attention.

Their weapons shifted, loaded, charged, ready.

“This is an attack,” Theron continued, his voice steady, each word measured.

“A raid.”

He stepped down the metal stairs, boots echoing.

He waved one arm forward, the tattoos on his skin shifting like a map.

“This is war.”

A squad leader saluted, turning to his team. “Prepare for deployment.”

Theron’s eyes flicked to the side. “Use everything we’ve got.”

Soldiers moved quickly, opening armored doors and unlocking containment units.

The air filled with the low growl of beasts waking from stasis.

Theron’s hands tightened into fists.

His knuckles cracked as he walked toward the largest containment gate.

He stopped, his breath steady.

“Unleash the mutated beasts,” he said.

A switch was flipped.

Hydraulic arms creaked open.

A massive shadow shifted behind the thick glass, claws scraping.

A snarl filled the vault, vibrating through every metal panel.

A guard stepped back. “They’re… they’re waking.”

Theron’s eyes glowed with a cold focus.

He tilted his head, stretching his neck.

“Good,” he said.

He stepped forward, eyes locked on the containment gate.

His fingers brushed the edge of his heavy cloak, brushing away dust.

“Now let’s show them the price of challenging the Aurelius family.”

The mutated beasts lunged forward, claws raking the air.

They crashed through the gates, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger.

Soldiers formed ranks, weapons raised.

Theron’s lips curled into a hard smile as he turned to his soldiers.

“Move out.”

The vault roared with the sound of armored boots, snarling beasts, and the cold scent of war.