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A Cold-Blooded POV

It burned an entire kingdom to the ground for petty revenge against the humans. It ransacked the Board of Sorcery, hoarding all the cores in their treasury to ease its greed. It killed and destroyed a God for entering its territory without its permission. In a cavern within the Great Aeternus Labyrinth, a reptile seemly like any other hatched from its egg. With a growing intellect it shouldn’t have and adaptability traits that is impossible for its current tier of evolution, it began its life surviving and growing stronger. Read as this reptile mutate and evolve. Watch as it change the world of Atinen, as it usher the world into a new age of chaos and destruction as well as prosperity and hope. *** I know you guys are tired of fun monster evolution stories where the monster becomes increasingly less monstrous, and eventually they're just a more spicy version of a human and it stops being a monster evolution story. I am too. This story is not about a human who was hit by a truck and reincarnated into a world where he so happens to be a monster. No. This story follows the Mc who is a monster with a monster’s mentality and POV. However, reincarnation is apart of the story. Additionally I have taken certain elements from some of my favorite non-human novels and stories such as: Chrysalis, Kumo Desu ga, Nanika?, and even Re: monster. Point is, I’m incorporating a large amount of ideas and flipping them to fit my story.

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First Battle in the New Land II

Munch. Munch. Munch. 

Silence.

Silence engulfed the area. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of flesh being ripped and torn, bones being crunched on like snacks, and the periodic spurts of blood landing on the floor. With each crunch of bone and each gurgle of blood, Ethoss would glance up at the hyenas around him, seemingly to tease or provoke them. 

He was eating their kin; what were they going to do about it? 

Nothing. The monsters around him could only watch Ethoss with caution. The smaller hyenas repeatedly peeked at their leader as if to ask "Is it okay to run away yet". 

However, the leader seemed to be in hesitation. It was hungry, very hungry - they all were. It had been weeks of eating nothing but scraps. The only time it ever gotten a proper chance to eat a fulfilling meal was when one of its kin died during a hunt.