Owen's POV
I stood atop the cliff, watching the horizon split open with the faint shimr of an incoming portal. The air thickened. The world seed to hold its breath.
A grin stretched across my face.
"Samuel..." I muttered, hands tightening around the massive hamr slung over my back. "You actually did it. Bardot's legacy... erased."
I could almost feel the weight of that chaos he left behind in the Human World. The ripples of his destruction reached even here, to the Third Realm. And now, he was coming back—stronger, darker... more dangerous.
And I couldn't be more excited.
"System," I said, eyes gleaming. "Show my status window!"
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[Status Window]
Na: Owen Yates
Title: Beast King of the Third Realm
Race: Transcendent Human (Beast-Heart Awakened)
Level: 185
HP: 190,000 / 190,000
Mana: 72,300 / 72,300
Strength: 720
Agility: 520
Endurance: 680
Intelligence: 550
Beast Affinity: MAX
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[Combat Techniques]
1. King's Maul – Devastating hamr swings with wide shockwave impact.
2. Feral Blitz – Claw-combo flurry; fast, relentless, causes bleed.
3. Ironhide Burst – Temporarily beast-hardened body; 70% defense.
4. Savage Dominion – Beast aura weakens foes, buffs allies.
5. Heavenbreaker Fang – Final strike with mountain-splitting force.
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[Magical Abilities]
6. Spirit Howl – Mana-infused roar; induces fear and confusion.
7. Earthsplitter Pulse – Seismic magic detonates beneath enemies.
8. Moonlit Regeneration – Passive healing under moonlight.
9. Wild Binding – Spectral chains restrict enemy movent.
10. Stormclaw Manifest – High-voltage attacks; paralyzes on hit.
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[Unique Skills]
11. Beast King's Authority – Commands lesser beasts; tas or paralyzes.
12. Bloodborne Evolution – Survives fatal damage, grows permanently stronger.
13. Wild Soul Pact – Fuses with Great Beasts; huge buffs and new powers.
14. Loyal Pack – Stat boost when fighting with allies or beast summons.
15. mory of Past Lives – Carries over battle instincts and lost techniques.
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I exhaled slowly, heat rising in my chest.
"Damn... we've both grown."
I looked up at the portal's fading light, a wild smile forming.
"Alright, old friend. When you're done leaving trails of ruin behind you—co find . No politics. No missions."
My grip tightened around the hamr.
"Just a real, honest fight."
The beast inside stirred.
It was hungry too.
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Samuel's POV
The wind was dry, carrying the scent of earth and beast blood, but it felt like ho. I stepped through the last ripple of the portal, boots landing on the cracked stone of the Third Realm.
Owen was already waiting.
He stood on the cliff edge like a sentinel, arms crossed, wind ruffling through his silver-streaked hair. The Beast King. Regal and untad. A predator in command of his world.
"Well, well..." I called out, smirking. "Still got that stupid cliff-top drama pose, huh?"
Owen turned, grinning wide. "Look who's talking. Mr. Harbinger of Edgy Entrances."
I walked closer. For a mont, we just stared at each other, then—
A quick fist-bump.
"Been too long," I muttered.
"Too damn long," Owen replied, eyes gleaming. "Samuel freakin' Gebb. You burned the Human World to the ground."
"Not all of it. Just the parts that needed burning."
We both chuckled, stepping aside to sit on the edge of the cliff, legs hanging over the ledge like two college kids skipping class.
"Rember our first life?" Owen asked, his voice lighter now. "God, we were such dumbasses."
I laughed under my breath. "You an the ti we turned the dean's car into a chicken coop?"
"Hey, that was Henry's idea," Owen said, raising his hand like he was swearing under oath. "I just handled the real chickens."
"Yeah, well, I was the genius who hacked the PA system and played a loop of the dean screaming for an hour."
Owen laughed so hard he actually clutched his gut. "Man, we were legends. No rules. No limits. We weren't heroes... we were pure chaos."
"And sohow," I added, "we still managed to graduate. Barely."
"And sohow," Owen echoed, "Henry always bailed us out. Every damn ti."
I smiled, but this ti, a hint of lancholy crept in.
"Second life wasn't much better," I said after a pause.
Owen's grin faded, and his eyes turned distant.
"You as the Heavenly Demon, Henry as Heaven's Wing... and , the so-called Martial King."
"The three pillars of a war-torn era," I said quietly. "Rember that ti we faced the Ten Thousand Blades of the Sky Temple?"
"You an you vaporized them," Owen chuckled, "and I sat there healing a broken rib while Henry soloed their commander."
"We had so much power," I muttered. "And still... we couldn't stop the fall of the Celestial Empire."
Owen nodded, eyes on the sky. "We lost a lot back then."
"Too much."
A long silence passed between us, filled only by the rustling wind and distant roars of creatures far below.
"But hey," Owen said, breaking the silence, "third life, right?"
I smirked. "Third life."
"We're back. Stronger. Wiser. And a little less reckless." He paused, then smirked. "Okay, maybe just a little."
"We both know I'm still the reckless one," I said, amused.
"And I'm still the one cleaning up your sses."
I raised a brow. "You missed it, didn't you?"
Owen looked at with a soft grin. "Like hell."
Then his expression sobered.
"Damn," he murmured. "I just wish Henry was here with us. The trio's not complete without that smug, overpowered bastard."
I leaned back on my elbows, eyes scanning the purple-hued sky.
"Don't worry," I said with a knowing smile. "He's here. Sowhere in this realm."
Owen turned sharply. "Wait. You're serious?"
"Dead serious," I said. "The System hinted at a high-level anomaly—soone rewriting their own stats without permissions. Sound familiar?"
Owen's eyes widened slightly. "Henry..."
"He's preparing," I said. "Probably waiting until he's strong enough to one-up both of us again. Typical Henry."
Owen laughed. "That cocky bastard. I bet he's already got so ancient dragon sealed in his left arm or sothing."
"Wouldn't be surprised."
We sat in silence again, but it was warr this ti. The kind of silence that cos between brothers. Survivors.
Finally, Owen stretched his arms wide. "So what now, Sammy-boy?"
I cracked my neck. "Now?"
A grin crept up my face.
"We paint this realm red. Together."
"Hell yes," Owen said, standing up. "Let's shake this world like we did the last two."
And with that, the two of us stood—beast and harbinger, kings reborn—ready to make the Third Realm rember us.
Because legends?
They never die.
They just co back stronger.
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