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Cultivator in the Beastworld

~No NTR/Yuri/Excessive Gore~ You've seen tons of stories about humans going to other fantasy worlds to journey through hardships and tribulations. Using whatever system, skills, tools, or whatever else to achieve greatness or infamy. There are even piles of stories of angels, demons (succubi), goblins, skeletons, and even a necromancer or two. But have you ever heard of the Beastworld? A world entirely filled with beastkin of all different shapes, sizes, and genus from the most common ratkin to fantastical ones like the Moontide Phoenixkin. Beastkin aren't the only inhabitants of this world, however. Ferocious and deadly Savage Beasts do not have the more humanoid body or intelligence that the beastkin have. But instead are terribly strong of body and still control an immense amount of the savage lands. Journey alongside a young beastkin who from the moment of his imminent death, journeys this world as one of the few, if not the only weapon cultivator in the beastworld.

Puresol · Eastern
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Savage Calamity

"Did you know that they would end up fighting each other at the very end Tribe Leader?"

"Heh, as much as I would like to have such clairvoyance, I am more muscle than brains. I have no doubts that my precious granddaughter would do well, but her mate... well I wasn't so sure. I did not think that she would be interested in anyone weak, but you never know what can happen in the Beastking Tournament. Anyone could be a hidden gem and win it all.

Plus, no one can guarantee that a strong youngling will not fall early on. For example, I knew that Core Disciple Riqar was at the precipe of breaking into the Blood Stage. But for him to not only create his own version of my Inferno Armor but also for the catalyst to be a merchant beastkin female.

Life has a very interesting way to play out, and only time will tell where our paths will lead."

The attending Elder was incredibly surprised by the wisdom of their Tribe Leader.