Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 771

Chapter 771: The Future?

The sky was crimson — not because that was its natural state, but because of something else entirely.

Nox slowly shifted his gaze to the corpses. They were fresh, which meant they had just been killed. From the pile of bodies, a crimson mist was slowly rising into the sky.

His mouth hung open — it was the first time he had seen such a sight. The air tasted metallic, which only made the scene even more disturbing.

‘Is this a dream or reality?’ Nox was now seriously doubting his perception. His mind had become foggy, making it hard for him to differentiate between illusion and truth.

Since standing in one place wouldn’t help matters, he took a step forward, walking over the corpses littering the ground.

The bodies didn’t really freak him out; he was accustomed to scenes like this, having been in several battlefields. However, what unsettled him was the sheer number.

Even if the entire Cromwell Kingdom were stacked together, they wouldn’t be able to make mountains as high as this.

It was like an anthill — only this one was made of bodies.

At some point, the smell became nauseating.

He clenched his jaw and pressed forward through the carnage. Each step squelched against the soaked ground — a mixture of blood and rain. The sky roared above, flashes of lightning illuminating the endless sea of corpses.

Something about this place felt wrong.

It wasn’t just the sight — it was the silence. No wind, no cries, no echoes of battle. Only the faint hum of energy that made his skin crawl.

He moved cautiously, his instincts screaming at him to stay alert. That was when he heard it — a metallic clang.

Nox turned sharply and began to move toward the sound. However, his path was blocked by a towering mountain of corpses.

He tried to summon his demonic wings, but for some strange reason, they wouldn’t manifest. In the end, he had to grit his teeth and manually climb through the pile.

He saw bodies of all ages — adults, children, even newborns. Whoever had caused this devastation had gone all out.

His heart pounded, sweat rolling down his temple as he imagined what — or who — could have done such a thing.

In his mind, he thought about a few people who could have caused it, but nothing could have prepared him for what awaited beyond that mound.

As he finally reached the top, his boots slipped slightly on the slick flesh beneath. The sound returned — clang! clang! — the rhythmic collision of steel echoing faintly through the crimson fog.

Each impact carried a strange resonance, almost as if it was calling to him.

He crouched low, narrowing his eyes as lightning streaked across the red heavens. For an instant, the scene beyond the fog became visible — two figures locked in combat.

Their movements were inhumanly fast. Each clash caused the ground to tremble and the crimson mist to ripple outward like waves.

He squinted, focusing through the haze. The first fighter’s stance… it was familiar. The rhythm of his strikes, the precision of his footwork — it was his own.

“…That’s… me?”

The realization sent a chill crawling up his spine.

The other figure was a woman — tall, slender, draped in a black cloak that fluttered like wings. Her face was hidden beneath a dark veil, but her presence — her aura — was suffocating. Every motion she made felt deliberate, precise, and overwhelming.

His other self — battered and bleeding — was struggling just to hold on. Sparks flew with every block. The sound of his own grunts reached him, raw and desperate.

His fists clenched unconsciously. “What the hell am I looking at…?”

He leapt down from the pile, closing the distance. The air grew heavier the closer he got. The pressure alone was enough to make his muscles tense — this wasn’t an illusion. He could feel their killing intent.

When he was only a few dozen meters away, the woman suddenly tilted her head — as if she’d sensed him.

Her movements slowed. The fight paused.

Nox froze mid-step, every instinct screaming danger. His reflection — the bloodied version of him — turned too, his expression twisted in both pain and confusion.

Their eyes met.

Time seemed to stop.

The crimson mist thickened, swallowing the sound, the wind — everything. All that remained was the woman standing between them, her veil slowly lifting as she raised her blade.

The part of the veil that peeled back revealed only a faint glow — golden eyes burning like suns behind the darkness.

Then, her voice echoed — soft yet terrifyingly clear.

“So, you finally came.”

Nox’s blood ran cold.

The other him stumbled, dropping to one knee. “Don’t… look at her!” he shouted, his voice weak but desperate.

Before he could react, the woman moved. A single slash — so fast he barely registered it — tore across the battlefield. The ground split, the crimson mist erupted upward, and his other self was impaled through the chest.

Blood sprayed in a brilliant arc.

Nox gasped, his body seizing with the same pain. It felt real — every nerve screamed.

The woman slowly turned to face him fully now, her voice almost tender.

“You shouldn’t have interfered in our affairs.”

“What?”

“Because of you, all these people are dead — and more will continue to perish.”

Her blade glimmered faintly. As she raised it again, the world began to distort.

The crimson sky twisted into spirals, the ground cracked open, and the piles of corpses melted into black sludge. Faces of the dead turned toward him — whispering, moaning, reaching out.

Nox staggered backward. “No—this isn’t real—!”

“Wake up.”

Her command sliced through him like thunder.

Everything shattered.

Nox jolted upright, gasping for air. His chest rose and fell rapidly, drenched in sweat. For a second, he didn’t recognize where he was. The marble walls, the faint blue glow of the temple runes — reality slowly came back into focus.

He was back.

“That person… was it… was it the Scourge Queen?”

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