Beast Evolution Forge

Before the researcher could answer, Vell vanished again. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he launched forward, his sword trailing red light.

The researcher raised his remaining hand. Corruption swirled into his palm, forming a spiral of dark energy that expanded outward.

The two forces clashed. Vell’s sword cut through the spiral, but the corruption wrapped around the blade like living smoke, trying to crawl toward his hand.

"Clever," he said, jumping back. He spun his sword in a circle, flinging off the corruption. "But come on, that’s so lame, try harder."

The man smiled despite his missing arm. "You think this is my full power?" He drove his hand into the ground. "Fracture Domain: Corruption Well!"

The earth beneath them rumbled. Cracks spread outward from the researcher’s hand, glowing with sickly purple light. Corrupted mana began to pour from these cracks like water from a broken dam.

"The fracture isn’t just a place," he explained as the corruption rose around him. "It’s a wound in reality, and I’ve learned to make it bleed."

Vell’s eyes narrowed as he felt the air grow heavy with power. The corrupted mana wasn’t just filling the area – it was changing the rules of the space itself.

"Two can play that game." He raised his sword and blue light pulsed from his body, creating a dome that pushed back against the corruption. Where the two energies met, reality itself seemed to shudder.

From where they fought their own battles, the girls could feel the ground shaking. The sky above the two combatants rippled like water, distortions spreading outward.

"What’s happening?" Ruby asked, her daggers dripping with monster blood.

"They’re tearing the fracture apart," Wren answered, her voice tight with concern. "This place isn’t stable to begin with. If they keep this up..."

Back at the center of the battle, the two circled each other. The researcher’s body now floated several inches above the ground, carried by currents of corruption.

"You’re strong," the researcher admitted. "But I’ve been studying corruption for decades. Let me show you what I’ve learned."

He clenched his fist, and the corruption around him condensed into geometric shapes – perfect cubes, spheres, and pyramids that orbited his body. His eyes gleamed with dark purpose.

The shapes shot toward Vell, each one warping the space it passed through. They weren’t just projectiles – they were changing how reality worked around them.

Vell didn’t try to dodge. Instead, he pointed his sword at the ground, focusing his energy.

The air pulsed. Suddenly, the corrupted shapes were pulled downward, their trajectories bending toward the point where his sword touched the earth.

"What?" The researcher’s eyes widened.

"You’re not the only one who can change how things work," he said with a smile. "I just control a different force."

Before the researcher could respond, Vell twisted his sword with a sharp motion.

The compressed energy exploded upward. The trapped corruption shapes were launched toward the researcher like bullets, their own power turned against them. Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

The researcher crossed his arm over his chest, creating a shield, but the impact still sent him flying backward. He crashed through three floating rocks before catching himself in midair.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Impressive but predictable."

He made a pulling motion with his hand. The corruption Vell had sent back at him gathered in his palm, forming a swirling black hole of compressed energy. The air around it warped visibly.

The corruption collapsed into an impossibly small point, then expanded outward in a wave. The wave passed through everything – rocks, trees, even the ground itself, leaving nothing visibly changed.

Then, everything it had touched began to float upward.

Vell found himself suddenly weightless, along with chunks of earth and shattered trees. The researcher remained firmly planted, untouched by his own effect.

"Hard to swing a sword when you have no ground to stand on, isn’t it?" he taunted.

Vell didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pointed his sword at the researcher and channeled a stream of concentrated mana. He dodged easily – exactly as Vell had planned.

The energy struck the ground behind him, releasing a powerful pulse. Vell used the kickback to propel himself through the zero-gravity field, his body becoming a missile aimed straight at his opponent.

The researcher barely had time to widen his eyes before Vell’s sword slashed across his chest. But instead of blood, what spilled out was pure corruption – thick, black, and alive with purpose.

"You..." The researcher stumbled back, the wound on his chest writhing. "What have you done?"

"Cut through whatever spell is keeping you together," he answered. "You’re not human anymore, are you?"

The researcher’s face twisted with rage. "ENOUGH GAMES!"

He spread his arms wide, and the entire fracture seemed to respond. The sky darkened further, the ground trembled, and distant roars suggested that more monsters were being born from the corruption.

Corruption erupted from every surface – the ground, the air, even from the researcher’s body. It flowed toward a point above him, forming a sphere of such intense darkness that it seemed to devour light itself.

The girls, having finished off their monsters, regrouped at the edge of the depression.

"That’s not good," Ada said, her eyes wide. "He’s trying to collapse the entire fracture with us inside it!"

Vell stood firm, his sword held before him. "Is that all you’ve got?"

The researcher’s laugh was distorted, barely human. "Die knowing you faced the ultimate power!"

The sphere of corruption shot downward, aimed directly at Vell. It moved like something alive, hungering for his destruction.

Vell closed his eyes for a moment.

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’Time to show off a little.’

His eyes snapped open, glowing with inner light. He raised his sword high, and it began to change – growing, shifting, until it was twice its original size and blazing with energy.

He brought the sword down in a perfect vertical slash. The air screamed as it was cut apart. The ground beneath him cracked to the bedrock. And the sphere of corruption...

Split perfectly in half, the two pieces flying harmlessly to either side of Vell.

The shock wave from the collision raced outward in all directions. Trees uprooted. Rocks shattered. The very fabric of the fracture groaned under the strain.

Where the sphere had been cleaved, a line of pure, clean light remained – as if Vell’s sword had cut through the corruption of the fracture itself, revealing something purer beneath.

The researcher stared in disbelief. "Impossible..."

Vell didn’t waste the opening. He dashed forward, moving so fast he seemed to teleport, appearing directly in front of the researcher.

"Game over," he said simply, and thrust his sword forward.

The blade pierced the researcher’s chest, right where a heart should be. But instead of blood, a crystal emerged from his back – black, pulsing with corruption, but with a core of something else...

"So that’s what was keeping you going," he said, twisting the sword.

The researcher gasped, his body beginning to crumble at the edges. "You don’t understand... the fractures... they’re just the beginning..."

The crystal at the end of his sword cracked, then shattered. A wave of energy burst outward as it broke, washing over the entire area.

The researcher’s body dissolved into motes of darkness that quickly faded away. The corruption that filled the air began to thin, reality slowly stabilizing around them.

Vell lowered his sword, which shrank back to its normal size. The ground beneath his feet was scorched clean of corruption in a perfect circle.

He looked up at the sky, which was gradually returning to normal. The warping patterns were fading, the painful geometries dissolving.

"Well," he said to himself, "that was actually a decent workout."