The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 284: The Alpha and Omega

Owen's POV – Serenity Crater, Final Phase

The Alpha Tyrant slammed me down into the earth one last time, snarling, panting—half of its face burned away, bones exposed, still defiant.

I lay there, body mangled, blood coating my furred arms.

Everything hurt.

But somewhere deep in the center of that pain...

A spark.

A pulse.

A whisper of instincts far older than language. The will of countless battles survived. The ache of being pushed to the edge—again. The beast inside stirred and howled with pride.

[Bloodborne Evolution Triggered]

Fatal threshold breached... Evolving...

The world slowed.

Red lightning cracked around me. My eyes turned from gold to deep crimson. My fur shimmered with a black-red sheen, veins glowing like magma. My heartbeat silenced everything.

Dum.

Dum.

DUM.

I rose, flesh stitching itself back, but changed. Taller. Sharper. Stronger.

[New Form: Omega Beast Form — Unlocked]

I stared down the Alpha Tyrant. "You pushed me far enough to evolve. That was your last mistake."

The beast reared back, sensing the shift—its instincts screamed to flee.

Too late.

I vanished from sight.

CRACK!!!

One punch—only one—shattered its remaining arm. It didn't even get to scream before I followed up with a sky-shattering uppercut, sending it into the clouds.

I roared.

"FINAL STRIKE—OMEGA FANG REQUIEM!"

My body blurred. I appeared above him, arms crossed with raw energy coiling around them. I brought them down in an X-shaped slash across his chest, carving through muscle, bone, and pride.

He hit the earth like a comet.

A crater within the crater formed—miles wide, glowing with scorched energy.

The Alpha Tyrant's body twitched once... then never again.

Silence.

Then the System Notification rang out like a divine proclamation:

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[Quest Complete: Fall of the Tyrant]

Rewards:

– Title Unlocked: Alpha and Omega

– New Skill: Apex Devourer

– Beast Army Loyalty +100%

– Global Beast Acknowledgment Triggered

From King of Beasts... You are now: THE ALPHA AND OMEGA.

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I stood, breathing deeply. The crater below still steamed.

Around me, my beasts howled—Verdant Hollowstag kneeling, Seraph-Lynx bowing its head.

Even the clouds seemed to retreat from my presence.

I wasn't just a leader anymore.

I was the beginning and end of all beastkind.

And this was just the beginning.

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Owen's POV — Serenity Crater, Aftermath

The wind was still thick with ash and ozone, the earth scorched, broken... silent.

And yet, what followed next was not chaos.

It was reverence.

Across the shattered battlefield, every beast—whether clawed, winged, fanged, or horned—knelt. Even the Tyrants, monstrous as they were, once the apex predators of their own worlds, bowed with their heads low, horns scraping the dirt.

The Alpha Tyrant's massive corpse still lay at the heart of the crater, a monument to the fall of an age of fear.

I stood tall, cloaked in the crimson aura of my Omega Beast Form, golden sigils burning faintly across my arms and chest.

A beat passed.

I raised one hand calmly.

Verdant Hollowstag stepped forward, its luminous antlers pulsing with soft green energy, graceful even with its titanic stature. Beside it, Seraph-Lynx padded forward, white fur shimmering with radiant sparks, eyes sharp and intelligent.

I offered them both a smile.

"You two performed beyond my expectations," I said. My voice, deeper and resonant, echoed across the crater. "You've earned something more."

They looked up, eyes meeting mine.

"Verdant Hollowstag— from this moment forward, you are Grand Marshal of the Beast Army. You'll lead the combat divisions. And I want you to personally train these Tyrants... mold them into warriors. Not mindless beasts."

The Hollowstag bowed its antlers low in honor, a soft pulse of green energy washing over the nearby kneeling monsters.

I turned to the Lynx.

"Seraph-Lynx— your mind is sharper than any I've seen. I'm leaving the Academic Division to you. Knowledge, tactics, magical theory, archives... they're yours now. From today, you are Marshal of Intelligence."

The Seraph-Lynx narrowed its eyes and gave a respectful nod, tail swaying like a pendulum of lightning.

Then I walked forward—toward the bowing Tyrants. Their massive frames trembled not from fear, but from restraint. Waiting. Watching.

I stopped before them, lifting my hand.

"You've followed strength," I said. "You've bowed to monsters who ruled with fear and savagery. That ends now."

I scanned them all—winged brutes, scaled giants, horned titans, each one brutal in its own right.

"But what you lacked was not power... it was leadership."

My voice dropped lower, almost a whisper.

"I'm not the kind of Alpha who needs your fear. I want your loyalty. Your hearts. Your growth."

I pointed toward the sanctuary gate forming behind me, a shimmering portal crackling open.

"I welcome you into my pack."

A pulse of red-gold energy surged outward from me, washing over them. Their beast instincts lit up like wildfire—recognition, respect, loyalty.

One by one, the Tyrants let out deep, rumbling howls or cries of acceptance.

Then I turned back to my generals.

"Take the army back to the Beast Sanctuary. Prepare them. Train them. Educate them."

I smiled at the Hollowstag and Lynx again.

"And wait for my next call. That day... will come soon."

Without another word, the portal flared, and the army began to march—tamed monsters, proud creatures, and noble beasts alike. All of them... mine.

All of them, now part of something greater.

The Age of the Omega Beast King had truly begun.