"Now that I think about it, isn't it a bit weird?" Kairos thought to himself as he walked beneath the looming trees, the dense forest still whispering in quiet winds.
He hadn't seen this kind of variation in the black beetles when he read the novel back on Earth. Back then, the ordinary black beetle was the only one that showed up early on. No primitive, no mutant, and definitely no sacred versions—not at this point.
Meaning only one thing.
"No one's stepped into this place for a long, long time."
Kairos glanced around the thick woods, the canopy filtering light like a dream. It made sense now—this area, this forgotten patch of the Sanctuary, had probably never been discovered by any human. At least not recently. That would explain the evolved forms wandering around like they owned the place.
"But still," he muttered under his breath, "to think I'd be able to beat a mutant beast…"
He sighed quietly, shaking his head at the thought.
He knew he was being arrogant.
It wasn't like he had raw power backing him. Those mutant beetles were tough, yes, but they weren't agile. They were just a poor match against someone like him—someone whose true strength didn't lie in brute force.
Kairos's strength was precision. Timing. Mastery of movement. His entire foundation came from techniques forged in that void space. His attacks weren't heavy, but they were honed—every strike aimed to hit where it hurt the most.
Strength mattered, sure. But in his case, it was more like... the tool, not the weapon. His weapon was his mind. His training. His instinct born from endless solitude and repetition.
Now, it had been two full days since he stepped foot in this strange wilderness. No shelters to be seen, no humans. Just endless green.
Most of what he ran into were black beetles—ordinary, primitive, and the occasional mutant. He avoided unnecessary battles. If he could kill them clean and fast, he did. If not, he slipped past unnoticed.
His priority was clear: go for the beasts that offered the most returns. Primitive or mutant beetles. They gave geno points, and if luck favored him, maybe even a beast soul.
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On his third day in the forest, Kairos finally stumbled upon a river. It wound quietly through the land, its gentle currents brushing over smooth stones, surrounded by soft grass and tall, swaying trees.
His throat felt as dry as a cracked walnut. Two whole days had passed since he last drank water, and the toll it had taken on him was starting to show. His face was pale, his eyes dull and sunken, almost like the lifeless eyes of a dead fish.
He hadn't slept at all since he got here—sleeping in a place like this, surrounded by beasts and unknown threats, was no different from suicide. If he closed his eyes, there was no promise of opening them again.
Still, his body cried out. His legs trembled faintly, and every step was heavier than the last. But now, the sound of trickling water had led him here, to a small hope of survival. Without wasting time, he knelt and began drinking from the river, letting the cold liquid soothe his parched throat.
Then, all of a sudden, a faint golden glow reflected off the surface of the water. It flickered—sharp, unnatural.
Kairos blinked, wiped his mouth, and slowly turned toward the light. From beyond the tree line, a creature emerged—beetle-like, but radiant. A golden beetle with a gleaming, sacred shell, marching steadily toward the riverbank where Kairos knelt.
Kairos stood up slowly, shaking off the fatigue as best as he could. He narrowed his eyes, calmly analyzing the creature before him.
Just then, a familiar sound echoed within his mind, and lines of data floated before his eyes:
Kairos: Not evolved
Status: None
Life Span: 200 years
Required for evolution: 100 geno points
Geno Points Gained: 20 Ordinary, 21 Primitive, 13 Mutant
Beast Soul Gained: None
He had killed one more mutant beetle during the last two days, along with a handful of primitive and ordinary ones. The ordinary beetles had grown too weak to be worth the effort, and the primitives no longer gave him geno points. Worse, not a single beast soul had dropped.
Kairos sighed deeply, his breath slow and steady, eyes fixed on the golden beetle as it crept closer.
"Just my luck," he muttered under his breath.
The peaceful moment by the river was already fading, the air thickening with tension.
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Kairos yawned lazily as the golden beetle charged toward him, the sacred-blood beast gleaming under the sun like a polished weapon.
Just two meters separated them when he lunged forward with all his strength.
The beetle, sensing the incoming threat, reacted in a blur—its sudden acceleration defied human sight. But not Kairos's.
He twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the creature's crab-like claw strike. His body slid past the beast with fluid grace, and he struck a heavy blow against its golden shell.
A surge of pain jolted up his arm.
"Fuck!" Kairos hissed through clenched teeth, his face contorting. "Am I hitting iron or something? Why's its shell so damn hard?"
The impact made his knuckles scream in protest. But if there was one thing the pain did well—it woke him up completely. His sluggish mind snapped into focus.
He could see all of the beetle's movements, every twitch of its legs and swipe of its claws. Dodging wasn't the issue.
Hurting it was.
Kairos suddenly froze mid-step. Something changed in his posture, as if he'd seen a ghost—or perhaps an opportunity.
The beetle swiped at him again, its claws slicing through the air with murderous intent. But this time, instead of dodging, Kairos deflected.
His forearms moved precisely, angled just right. The force dispersed, and the claw slid off harmlessly.
It was a parry—his perfected technique in motion.
Before the beetle could reset its stance, Kairos spun forward and leapt up. His body arced over the sacred-blood beast, twisting in midair.
With both fists clenched tightly, he drove them downward into the exposed underside of the beetle, or in other words, it's belly, the most vulnerable area to ever exist on it's body.
The shell cracked. Blood surged from the gaps between armor and flesh.
The beast let out a screech, trying to counter, but once again its claws were neatly parried.
Kairos landed with a slight skid and stood up straight, breathing calmly. He looked down at the trembling creature, its limbs twitching and blood seeping onto the grass.
"That was unexpectedly easy," he muttered.
He raised his fist one last time and struck with precision, ending its suffering.
A sharp chime echoed in his mind—familiar yet… different.
"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the flesh of the sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."
Kairos's eyes widened slightly. His smirk grew slowly across his face.
"Just when I almost gave up on it," he said, almost laughing under his breath as he accessed the system panel and confirmed the presence of the beast soul.
He didn't summon it. Not yet. He just stood there, victorious and satisfied, watching the sunlight gleam off the corpse of the dead creature.