I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod

Aamir stood in the training arena, his desire to grow stronger burning in his chest. After discussing his wish to train with Dharam, the latter gave him a knowing smile.

"Let's see," Dharam said, stroking his bald head.

Before he could say anything further, a cheerful voice interrupted.

"Hi, Uncle Dharam!"

Aamir turned to see a familiar face walking toward them. It was Rekha—the girl he had met in the Library of Wisdom. Her sharp gaze fell on Aamir, and her expression immediately shifted from cheerful to furious.

"Oh, it's you, Rekha!" Dharam's face lit up with a big smile. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Uncle," Rekha replied. Then her eyes narrowed at Aamir. "Who's this? Oh, wait... I know you!"

Aamir tilted his head, confused.

"I'll spar with him!" Rekha said suddenly, her lips curling into an angry smile.

Dharam chuckled. "Well, Aamir, looks like we've found an opponent for you."

Rekha pointed at Aamir. "I'll teach you a lesson for disgracing me in the Library of Wisdom!"