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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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154 Chs

Birth of a Legend (2)

The hulking mercury-flame Riqar charged forth in a blur, his speed far outpacing that of his previous top speed.

Still a bit shaken by Riqar's thunderous roar, the octokin only barely brought forth a thin layer of his inky shield in front of the vicious right hook. Seasoned from birth in the fighting pools, the octokin's body took over his reactions before his thoughts could catch on and threw himself back from the heavy blow.

Even with the instinctual reaction, the heavy flaming fist still packed quite the punch. The octokin felt his skull rattle as he grit his teeth to prevent himself from blacking out.

Filled with cold rage, Riqar charged forth towards the soon-to-be dead octokin in front of him. His mercury-like armor still flowed across his entire body.

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