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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 · Ost
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Attacked in the Night (Edited)

It was difficult to tell at all what type of beastkin was attacking, it may very well be another faux savage beast but there were very few cunning savage beasts, and only those at least of the Major rank.

The approaching figure did not look like it was gearing up for a fight and instead rushed to pilfer the medals littering the ground.

"Oh no, you don't!"

Moving his body to block the speedy beastkin, the light brown blur attempted to bypass the lizardkin and avoid his bulky frame and deadly claws.

As if expecting such a maneuver, the lizardkin's bulky battle form slimmed down to his previous form and swiped at the main body mass of the small blur, slicing off a bit of flesh.

*squeak*

Backing off from the disappearing savage ant corpses, the beastkin in question showed itself. A lightly garbed brown mousekin was clutching its side as blood leaked from its small fingers.