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Demonic Eggs - A Mammoth's faulty evolution!

Synopsis; - It wasn't easy to birth an industrial revolution through a pair of butt-cheeks, it was especially difficult for a 'mammoth man' in pre-medieval times! But... there was a perk to his favour. After a vile mutation and numerous cancers, Gustav could now lay eggs in exchange which advantageously, hatched demons! Putting those various demons and their skillset into use, he had to build himself some prime defenses. Countless civilizations of aliens were after him, and he was yet to determine which one was worth cooperating with; Survival was a manipulative path, but his unique guts were surely prized! Notes; - While you wait for updates, a similar story of mine awaits you. Go read my novel 'I'm a Snake?' right here in the app! - This is my first sci-fi novel, and I will try my best to explain the technology. However, do expect some slight fantasy elements, as I can't narrow everything down haha! Other tags; Space exploration, base building, spaceships, science, galaxies, light smut, harem, non-human, non-human MC, non-human side characters, demons, demon heritage, aliens, expansive ancient history, IQ, experiments, mental experiments, shape shifters, two body forms, three body forms, OP characters.

Enkamos · Sci-fi
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101 Chs

Venom, and anti-venom

An angered mammoth wasn't one to tango with, because quite literally, one would get trampled. That was the least worrying type of death, there was an example of it now, as Gustav wanted to impale anyone in sight!

His head jerked left and right, and when the two parties clashed, disaster unfolded. He knocked away a couple of spears, which broke the opposing defenses within a snap!

"Shit… that almost chipped my tusks." He thought, and noticed that these spears were either made by rock or raw metal. Even the weapon's tail shared that format. 

Nevertheless, he was winning already. With one right hook, he punched one of these anomalies back to the cave it came from!

Considering the load of muscle-mass on his arm, it was only predictable. He did not stop there, however.