The Psychopathic Beast Emperor-Chapter 76: When Doom Looms By

After the episode with Sel, Bahamut headed out, wanting to start his quest, only to meet Apollonia just behind their door.

"Master calls you," she said simply, her expression cold.

"Uh... okay..." Bahamut nodded at her, turned, and entered the house.

Upon returning, he found Sel already coming towards the entrance.

"You heard..."

"Mm."

Bahamut then strolled over to his bed, picked up Ren, and stealthily equipped his new blindfold. The moment it covered his eyes, he felt his senses sharpen to newer heights to the extent that this time he wasn’t making out silhouettes or outlines of stuff, but he could see clearer.

"Nice..."

He walked out of the residence with Ren sprawled on his shoulder, still pretending to be asleep.

...

The room was vast, yet it did not feel empty.

Tall obsidian pillars rose along the walls, their surfaces carved with flowing reliefs of wings, each different in shape and pattern. Some were sharp and predatory, others soft and layered like drifting petals. Between the pillars hung enormous framed paintings of butterflies, not simple illustrations but lifelike depictions so detailed they felt moments away from taking flight.

Their wings shimmered in colors that refused to stay still... deep blues melting into molten gold, silvers threaded with violet, blacks edged in impossible hues. Each painting radiated a faint, quiet pressure, as if every butterfly carried a story.

Golden lanterns floated in midair, unchained and unsupported, arranged in slow, deliberate spirals. Their light was warm but not bright, casting soft halos that overlapped and blended, painting the room in layered amber shadows. The flames inside them did not flicker like ordinary fire; they pulsed, slow and steady, like breathing hearts.

Thin streams of incense drifted through the air, coiling lazily like translucent serpents. The scent was subtle, cool, and clean at first, then deepening into something ancient and grounding. It calmed the mind while sharpening it at the same time, a paradox that made thoughts feel lighter yet more focused. Each breath felt deliberate, as if the room itself demanded awareness.

The floor was polished black stone, smooth as still water, reflecting the lantern light and the wings above so that it felt like standing between two mirrored skies. Intricate silver patterns were inlaid into the ground, forming vast circular arrays that resembled butterfly wings seen from above, symmetrical, elegant, and precise.

Despite the beauty, there was weight here. The weight was not oppressive nor violent, but undeniable.

In the center of it all, beneath the largest painting, a butterfly with a single vertical slit for an eye, two boys stood, awaiting their master.

Sel was calm, standing with his hands clasped behind him, his eyes closed in meditation. The aura around him was serene, like he wasn’t standing beside a living beatbox.

Bahamut, unlike Sel, was humming a low tune while making beat sounds so irritating that Ren nearly broke his cover and shouted at him.

Whatever tune he was humming was strange the Sel and Ren, but they couldn’t complain.

Sel was just curious about it, and Ren was trying very hard not to scream in frustration.

"I suggest you stop humming that irritating tune," a beautiful, and cute voice sounded from behind them, prompting them to turn to the source.

The voice was cold enough to make the incense hesitate mid-curl.

She stood there as if she had always been there, no sound of footsteps to announce her arrival, which shocked Bahamut inwardly. He wasn’t the only shocked one.

Sel was also shocked, making him wonder what her tier of cultivation was. She is definitely above Tier 3, he thought.

She was a tall woman, effortlessly commanding the space, her presence bending the room’s quiet beauty around her like a polite bow.

Her long, blue hair flowed freely down to her waist, strands shimmering faintly as though dipped in moonlight. It wasn’t just blue; it carried layers, deep cerulean near the roots, fading into softer azure highlights toward the ends. Sharp ears peeked through the curtain of hair, their edges faintly scaled, catching the lantern light like polished gemstone.

She was tall, easily six-foot-three, and stood straight, relaxed, yet unmistakably dangerous. Her deep, cold blue eyes locked onto them, sharp and piercing, the kind of gaze that made one feel personally responsible for inconveniences they didn’t remember committing. It was the look of someone who had absolute control over her domain and found disorder mildly offensive.

Her robes flowed elegantly around her figure, deep blue on the outside, white inner garments visible at the sleeves and collar, traced with light purple designs that resembled stylized wings and sigils. The fabric moved as if it obeyed her will.

On her back rested a pair of butterfly wings, folded neatly and perfectly still. They were large, luminous, and breathtaking. They were veined with silver and pale gold, their surface catching the lantern light and scattering it into soft, prismatic hues.

Two delicate antennae rose from her head, swaying slowly, almost lazily, as if tasting the air, or perhaps their intentions.

She looked at them the way one might look at someone who had touched something priceless with unwashed hands.

Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary.

"You’re both louder than you think," she added calmly, her tone light, almost pleasant.

This was Elder Silvia, and...

"So cute!" Bahamut blurted out, causing a heavy presence to fall on him, pushing him almost to his knees.

Looking around him, he noticed that both Ren and Sel had disappeared from his side, leaving only him to feel the full brunt of the aura.

But it only made him smile. A smile of defiance. The smile of a maniac.

The aura was heavy and suffocating, like the sea. He could himself drowning in it, coupled with the suppressors on him, he couldn’t even swim in it.

His knees buckled under the pressure, almost touching the polished floor, but Bahamut smiled wider as he pushed back with his strength.

The floor cracked under his feet while he felt a cold gaze that literally every part of his being on him.

Like that wasn’t enough, the system adjusted the weights of the suppressors to equalize the pressure on him, further pushing him down.

His bones creaked, threatening to break. His hair swayed wildly as he clenched his fists, his fingers piercing into his palms and drawing blood.

He grit his teeth amidst smiling, his defiance rolling outwards in waves, causing Elder Silvia to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

Even the others were shocked at his will. But they could all tell that Elder Silvia was going very easy on him.

"I saw what you both did last night..." Elder Silvia suddenly said as the pressure disappeared instantly, leaving a panting and sweating Bahamut.

’This power...’ His mind was in disarray. He had seen the being in front of him... those eyes; two blue and vast like the ocean, and one purple that screamed destruction.

That massive beast...

Bahamut was shaken!

"Follow me," Elder Silvia added as she turned. Sel hurriedly went to Bahamut to support him and walked with him behind Elder Silvia, who towered over them by a good margin.

Ren hopped beside them, his red eyes staring at Elder Silvia with awe and worship. He recalled his first time in the sect... he had wanted to be chosen by Elder Silvia; he had heard that she was kind and warm, but she didn’t choose him. She chose someone else... the one later to be known as the Black Fang Prodigy.

Thinking about it, why was the Black Fang Prodigy named the Black Fang Prodigy? Shouldn’t the person have been named Azure Fang or something related to Elder Silvia’s faction?

But he wasn’t getting his answers anytime soon...

Elder Silvia quietly led them away from the room, which happened to be her main hall, into an open field. The place was literally open and almost empty except for a stone platform hovering at the center of the place. The platform from where they stood was wide enough for only two people to sit on it comfortably.

Elder Silvia turned to them after staring at the platform for some time and said.

"As my direct disciples, your only duty at the moment is to get to the Disk of Mind. Only then would I give you your next task. You have a month to complete it.

Plus, you also have responsibilities as Outer Sect disciples, which you will find out in an hour at the courtyard.

You can try if you want to, just reach it, and we get to the next training." Elder Silvia said with a cold expression.

She then turned to Bahamut.

"Don’t call me cute again..." She left it at that, but Bahamut saw that sleeping beast again and vowed in his heart not to call her cute... until he was strong enough to.

If Elder Silvia could read his thoughts, she would have killed him. She thought she’d scared him, not knowing she’d rather motivated him to grow stronger.

"Yes... Master," Bahamut replied with a smile that made Elder Silvia narrow her eyes at him, scrutinizing him deeply.

"Hmm... Oh, look at the time! It’s almost time for your first meeting with Elder Hakar," Elder Silvia stated, eyeing them.

"Huh?" Bahamut exclaimed in confusion.

"We have one hour..." Sel said only to stop as realization hit him. Elder Silvia smiled faintly at his expression.

’At least this one thinks... As expected of a Siegfried.’

"You have five minutes to get there," she added, turning to go back to where they came from.

Bahamut and Sel stared at each other, their expressions falling to despair. They were royally cooked if they didn’t reach the courtyard in time.

As they made to bolt, they realized that they didn’t know where the courtyard was.

Bahamut turned to ask Elder Silvia, only to realize that she’d disappeared.

They were officially doomed!