Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties-Chapter 347: Velmara Met the Storm Beast

Velmara stepped into the grove.

Her pace slowed as she saw both her mother and Elaris already standing near the containment circle.

Before she could speak, her attention snapped to the center.

The transparent cage pulsed with barely.

Inside it stood Zephyron.

Velmara froze. Her entire posture shifted.

She took one step forward, then another, faster now.

She moved past the guards and stopped right at the edge of the barrier, hands clenched at her sides.

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Electricity crackled across Zephyron's wings—sharp streaks of yellow and green, dancing through its feathers.

The beast didn't move. It stared back at her.

Velmara didn't speak.

She took another step, eyes locked on every twitch of energy rippling across its frame.

She circled the edge of the cage slowly, studying the storm beast from every angle.

When she finally looked back at Elaris, her voice came low and sharp.

"What the hell is this?"

Elaris didn't answer right away.

She just smirked, arms crossed, weight shifted casually to one side.

"Well?" Velmara snapped.

Elaris tilted her head. "A present."

Velmara stared at her. "That's not a joke I find funny."

"It's not a joke," Elaris said.

"That's Zephyron. Sovereign of Storms. SS-Rank. Yours, if you want it."

Velmara looked back at the beast.

Her jaw clenched. Her fingers twitched once before she spoke again.

"You're serious?"

"I dragged it halfway across the world just for you. What do you think?"

Velmara turned fully to face her. "How? Where?"

"Luxoria Castle auction," Elaris said.

"Bought it. And yes—before you ask—I got the Beast King Cultivation Manual too. Custom-built for him."

Velmara didn't speak.

She turned back to Zephyron. The beast watched her, silent and unmoving.

For once, Velmara didn't have a retort. She just stared.

Elaris's smirk deepened. "Well? You gonna say thank you or just keep glaring?"

Velmara kept watching the thunder flicker along Zephyron's wings.

"I'm trying to decide if this is the best thing you've ever done… or the most dangerous."

"Why not both?" Elaris shrugged.

Velmara turned her head slightly. "This must've cost a fortune."

Elaris lifted both brows. "Obviously. I dumped everything I had into it."

Velmara's eyes narrowed. "And you did that without telling anyone?"

Elaris pointed casually at Sylvaine. "Mother just found out too. Don't worry, I got scolded already."

Velmara looked at Sylvaine. "And you're okay with this?"

Sylvaine's arms were crossed, expression rigid.

"Of course not. I'm still trying to decide if I should punish her or let the beast do it."

She shifted her gaze to Zephyron, then back to her daughters.

"But the aura it emits… and a tailored Beast King manual? It's a reckless buy, but I can't deny it's valuable."

Velmara glanced back at the beast, then returned her stare to Elaris.

"So what do you want in return for this gift?"

Elaris blinked. "Huh?"

"You think I don't know you?" Velmara said.

"You always want something."

Elaris grinned. "Alright, alright. Nothing huge. Just… maybe reimburse me a bit? I did go broke for this."

Velmara folded her arms. "How much?"

Elaris raised a single finger. "One hundred and ten SS-Rank beast cores."

Velmara blinked. "Shit."

Sylvaine let out a long exhale.

Velmara ran a hand down her face.

"No wonder Mother's half a second from dragging you into the roots."

"She didn't say no," Elaris replied, cheerful.

"That means I won."

Velmara shook her head, then looked at Zephyron again.

"After seeing it… and that manual… I can't even call it a bad deal."

"Thank you," Elaris said with mock elegance.

"Finally, someone appreciates my genius."

"I'll give you seventy cores," Velmara said.

"And I owe you a couple favors."

Elaris's smile widened. "That'll do. Now let's see if you can actually tame it."

Velmara stepped forward, eyes fixed on the beast. "I will tame it."

Zephyron's wings twitched.

Velmara cracked her neck, sparks already dancing across her skin.

"Thunder beasts are my calling."

Elaris stepped closer, voice lowering slightly.

"Also… I was told something about this one. It's smart. Smarter than most."

Velmara gave her a look. "Define 'smart.'"

"It knows I bought it," Elaris said.

"Didn't resist. Stayed calm. They said it agreed to cooperate with taming—but only under one condition."

Velmara raised her eyebrow. "What condition?"

"They said it wanted a tamer with thunder affinity… and flight compatibility," Elaris replied.

"You've got the thunder. I wasn't sure about the second."

Velmara gave a smirk. "Don't worry. If it flies, I'll fly with it. Simple."

Without waiting, she stepped toward the edge of the containment zone.

"Velmara," Sylvaine called out, "don't rush it."

"I'm not rushing. I'm accepting."

The cage creaked open slightly as the vines shifted.

Zephyron didn't move, just watched her.

Its eyes followed Velmara as she passed the final vine ring and entered the containment.

The moment she stepped inside, the pressure changed.

Static rolled off its wings.

Zephyron lowered its head slightly. Its gaze fixed on her—reading her.

This one… had thunder in her blood.

It could feel the pulse. Strong, steady. She had passed half its judgment.

But aerial affinity? That had to be proven.

Zephyron's wings opened. A low crackle shot through the space.

Then, without a word or sound, it extended one wing downward toward her—lowering it like a platform.

Velmara paused.

She looked back at her mother.

Sylvaine narrowed her eyes. "It's giving you a path. It wants you on its back."

Velmara nodded once. "Got it."

She stepped onto the wing without hesitation and climbed to its back.

The moment she reached the top, she stopped and looked around.

Her eyes widened.

"…This thing's huge. Ten people could stand here and still not touch shoulders."

She looked toward Elaris and Sylvaine, her voice sharp.

"Looks like it's already chosen me."

But before she could finish—

Zephyron's lips curled.

The containment vines snapped open fully.

With no warning, Zephyron launched upward—wings exploding with force as it shot into the sky.

Wind slammed into the grove as branches bent, leaves tore free, and lightning rippled in its wake.