Global Beast God; I Earn 10X My Summons Powers

Typhoon stood silently beside his brother.

But unlike his sibling, who radiated an ethereal, almost otherworldly presence, Typhoon looked utterly ordinary.

No scales. No glowing eyes. Just a plain man dressed in a long black leather coat, his dark, curly hair tousled and unkempt, his deep-set eyes fixed unblinking on the figure ahead.

A faint chuckle escaped his lips as he surveyed the scene.

"Well, if someone had told me I'd find them bullying gods, I'd have called it a lie."

The gods—those who remained standing—wore complicated expressions. Battered, breathless, and bruised, they said nothing. They couldn't. Not when it was Typhoon who stood before them.

The Uncrowned God.

A man who had refused the title of godhood, yet stood above nearly every god in existence when it came to sheer power.

Like his brother, Typhoon commanded a terrifying legion of divine beasts—creatures whose might rivaled that of the gods themselves. With the rare ability to tame and control these beasts, the two brothers had risen swiftly through the ranks of their people, becoming living legends.

But even among legends, Typhoon stood apart.

The gods remembered the day well: when both brothers were offered ascension to the celestial realm. But only one could be crowned. To resolve this, the brothers dueled before the eyes of the divine.

Their powers seemed alike on the surface—both capable of harnessing the strength of their beasts. But the difference soon became clear.

While his brother could fuse with any single beast to amplify his power, Typhoon's gift was far more terrifying.

He could draw upon ten times the combined power of every beast he had ever tamed.

And every last one of his beasts… were divine beasts.

The heavens themselves trembled that day when Typhoon emerged victorious.

Yet, to the gods' astonishment, he turned his back on ascension, gifting the title to his brother and choosing instead to remain a demigod—a choice that only deepened the mystery and fear surrounding him.

Now, those same gods could only grit their teeth in frustration as Typhoon's casual words cut into their pride.

Truth be told, he wasn't wrong.

Even after all the time they'd spent battling, Veydris—their monstrous foe—barely seemed fazed.

Typhoon's smirk was salt in their wounds.

Finally, one of them—an enormous giant whose head nearly brushed the sky—couldn't take the humiliation any longer.

"It's because Erebus refused to come," the giant growled. "If he were here, this battle would've been over long ago!"

Typhoon raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Mm. Not really an excuse for getting your asses handed to you," he said with a lazy shrug.

The giant's face darkened in fury, but there was nothing he could say.

Typhoon's smug grin only made the insult sting more.

The tension thickened, but Typhoon waved a hand dismissively.

"Relax. Don't get all sulky. I'm here now, aren't I? Can't let anyone bully my brother unless it's me."

His gaze shifted to Veydris—the black-scaled monster ahead—who remained unmoved, his expression cold and indifferent.

Without looking away, Typhoon called out calmly:

'Selena. Hanya. Veyx—come forth.'

'Yes, Master!' came the reply in unison.

In an instant, a powerful gust of wind erupted around him. His body glowed brilliantly as radiant tattoos—etched in gold, crimson, azure, and silver—lit up along his skin.

The tattoos detached, swirling through the air. From them, colossal forms began to materialize:

—A towering white nine-tailed fox.

—A brilliant blue phoenix, its feathers shimmering like sapphire fire.

—A massive black dragon, scales gleaming with a deadly sheen.

Their immense bodies cast vast shadows across the battlefield.

Veydris turned his head slightly, studying the scene with unsettling calm.

"You… You're no god. How can you wield such power?"

Typhoon rolled his sleeves casually as he stepped forward, smirking.

"God?" he scoffed.

"I never really needed to become one"

"Stay out of this fight," Veydris warned, his pitch-black eyes locking onto Typhoon's with lethal intent. "These gods—I'm here for them. Stand in my way, and I'll erase you too."

Typhoon exhaled a weary sigh, his expression touched with mild exasperation.

'You all really screwed up this time…' he thought, casting a quick glance back at the battered gods behind him.

Their faces were etched with hope—false hope. They clung to the belief that he could somehow stop Veydris. But Typhoon knew the truth. He knew why Veydris was here.

He knew the sins the gods had buried.

Memories flickered in his mind: two god-candidates—rivals—dueling on Veydris's homeworld.

A battle so devastating, it reduced an entire planet to ash.

Veydris survived… but everything he loved was gone.

Typhoon's gaze softened for a brief moment and he looked at Veydris with understanding.

"I get it," he said quietly. "You seek vengeance. Maybe you even deserve it."

But, his voice steadied.

"But just like you, one of mine is a god. And I won't let you take his life."

Veydris's eyes darkened, his face contorting with fury.

"Very well," he snarled. "Then I'll grant you your wish."

A pulse of energy erupted from him, rippling across the battlefield.

A deadly arc of blackened force spread outward, warping the air as it passed—erasing everything in its path, even the very fabric of reality.

Typhoon's eyes narrowed sharply.

'Avoid that,' he warned his beasts through their shared bond. 'If it touches you, you won't just die—you'll cease to exist. Not even reincarnation can save you from this.'

The gravity of the moment weighed heavy. The arc was more than a simple attack—it was obliteration itself.

As the wave closed in, Typhoon raised one hand. Instantly, the temperature surged. The very air began to sizzle, evaporating in an instant as a blinding blue sphere of flame materialized in his palm.

Even the gods—watching from kilometers away—flinched. The heat stung their skin as though the sun itself had descended upon the battlefield.

'The three of you—keep your distance and provide support. I'll face him head-on.'

'Yes, Master,' the three beasts answered in unison.

With a rustle of wind, the enormous dragon and the phoenix soared into the sky, their eyes fixed on Veydris.

The elegant nine-tailed fox moved gracefully, her paws skimming the air as though she danced on invisible threads.

As his beasts took position, Typhoon shifted his focus back to Veydris, his expression steady.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly. "But I'm doing this… for my brother."

Without further warning, he hurled the blazing sphere forward.

It streaked through the air at terrifying speed, colliding head-on with the oncoming arc.

The moment the two forces met, time itself seemed to halt. The collision point twisted the air into unnatural shapes, space folding in on itself as reality splintered.

A jagged fracture split through the sky—neither side yielding.

The arc of annihilation struggled to erase the searing ball of flame, but the sphere only grew stronger, pushing back the deadly wave with sheer force of will.

Veydris's expression darkened. His attack had failed.

'He's stronger… stronger than all the others I've faced combined,' Veydris thought grimly.

But hesitation wasn't in his nature. With a blur of speed, Veydris vanished from sight.

Typhoon moved the instant he sensed it.

Both figures reappeared midair—two titans colliding in a single, explosive moment.

Their fists met like the crack of thunder—a violent handshake between two forces too powerful for the world to contain.