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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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155 Chs

Hunger

"ISOLDE!"

Jack rushed towards his fellow tribesmen, all the while being on guard for any potential ambushes from the shadowy beastkin.

Annoyed that she was being so rudely interrupted, Isolde yelled at Jack for bursting into her fight. Even after having scolded the crimson princess in a fit of anger, she glanced at the somewhat ragged state of her teammate.

"WHAT?! Can you not take care of one meer beastkin on your own?!"

It was just at that moment of incredibly high emotions that Noxtis took to strike. Rising out of the shadow of the female frost wolf, he wielded Nightfall and stabbed forth with deadly accuracy. With the angle that he choose to appear, Jack was unable to react in time. Since if he were to throw any kind of ice spear, any attack would hit Isolde rather than stop Noxtis.

Realizing the attack coming her way much too late, Isolde felt a blade stab right through her right leg even though the savage leather hide she wore.