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

Aamir’s fist slammed into the beast’s thick, pulsating veins, sending shockwaves rippling through its grotesque body. The vibrations traveled up his arm, numbing his knuckles for a split second before his body adjusted to the impact. The Thornfiend’s massive, writhing vines lashed out in retaliation, their thorns gleaming with venom, but Aamir moved like flowing water—each punch parrying, deflecting, countering.

Then—

A sinister presence loomed behind him.

A low hiss. The scent of decaying flora.

A Thornwine Flower lunged, its petal-like jaws widening, revealing rows of needle-like thorns dripping with sap.

Aamir’s instincts flared like fire in his gut. He twisted sharply, his boots grinding against the dirt, narrowly avoiding the strike. Without hesitation, he clenched his fist and drove it straight through the creature’s body. A sickening crunch echoed in the air, followed by a wet squelch as his hand pierced through fibrous flesh. The Thornwine convulsed, its limbs twitching wildly before slumping into the dirt.

At that moment—

[Congratulations! Job Class Acquired.]

A faint glow illuminated his vision.

[Job Class: Martial Combatant]

Enhances Strength and Agility while activated.