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Frostfire Legacy

What would you do if you were told you only had five years to live? Aster Mistral, suffering from an incurable congenital “disease” that saps life force out of his every breath, decided to fight with all his might. Waking up into the future, 2,500 years later, he embarks on a quest to find a cure for his ailment! “My target! To find the Panacea on the 1,000th floor of the dungeon!” Together with trustworthy allies, he forges a path of blood and corpses, building his foundation and increasing his level! However, he can’t stay in dungeons all the time, as he has a duty to fulfill. “To raise the human DNA average of the world, the government wants my seeds?!” Follow Aster on his laidback journey of fighting monsters, courting girls, escaping adversaries, and discovering secrets about himself! - - - New Book for WPC June 2024! I will be giving out bonus chapters every week based on: PS => 200 (1 chapter), 400 (2 chapters), 800 (3 chapters), 1,600 (4 chapters), and so on! Reviews (at least 4 stars) => 10 reviews (1 chapter) until it reaches 100 reviews! Golden Tickets => 50 (1 chapter), 100 (2 chapters), 200 (3 chapters), 400 (4 chapters), and so on! Join me in my discord: https://discord.gg/DEVbwSbZUh

SeraphWedd · Fantasy
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This is a Job! (1) [R18]

"This dish... It's so delicious it's unreal!"

Aster continued eating, taking hearty bites of the unusual dishes spread before him. He had expected something similar to what they'd eaten at the restaurant they visited before, but Faeloria's cooking was on another level. It was almost on par with his own!

The short-haired blonde elf smiled at him, clearly pleased to see him enjoy her food so much. Her hard work in preparing everything was finally paying off.

"...?"

As Aster devoured the meal, about halfway through, he started feeling something strange. His body was heating up, almost like there was a fire burning deep inside him. Sweat began to cover his forehead, dripping down his chin, while his breathing became shallow and irregular. Worse, he felt uncomfortable down there—like something was transforming into a beast.

"Director?" Aster asked, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice.