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Monster Girl Ranching in Another World

In a parallel realm, an ordinary Earthling, Zack "Kazz" Foreman is plunged into a fractured dimension of monstrous worlds, resulting from a cataclysmic event. Humanity stands on the edge of oblivion, manipulated by the sinister Demon King. The Center of Everything, where the King feasts on warriors' torment, once refuse Kazz entry. Stripped of his memories, he tries to regain them with the help of Hero, a strange voice in his head, resetting his own journey. On an uncanny mirror world of Earth, Kazz's humble life spirals from doping scandals to a surprising cave discovery riddled with demons. Fate intertwines him with Hero, a human deity from his past. Their partnership evolves from initial mistrust to form a formidable alliance. In "Monster Girl Ranching in Another World", Kazz takes under his wing an array of monster, and demon girls using the Ranching System, giving them enhancements and abilities. As Kazz ventures to ascend the ranks, controlling the Elements and unearthing his Shamanic powers become his resolute weapons against humanity's looming doom. This extraordinary journey illuminates hope within the darkest corners of existence.

Magic_ · Fantasy
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446 Chs

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“Now you are talking to voices in your head?!” Mati exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes.

“I am talking to my friend, Harold,” I groaned, and Mati crossed her arms again.

“Giving the voice in your head a name does not make it better!” Mati said with a frown, and I rolled my eyes.

“Just give me a minute,” I chuckled, but Mati was still giving me a look like I was nuts.

She might not be completely wrong.

‘Harold? Sorry to bug you, but we need to talk,’ I sent into my head, making me feel slightly crazy after Mati’s comments.

There was also the fact that she was watching me like a hawk now. I guess she was waiting for me to start muttering to myself like a crazy person might do.

I closed my eyes and stepped into the center of my mind where Fireden and Windorf were talking.

“Since when does she like sweets?” Windorf asked with narrowing eyes that I could see through the back of his head.