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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

Meeting the Wind Reavers

"Noxtis?"

Waving her fingerless gloved hands in front of his dazed expression, Ember scrunched her brows in confusion. Early today she had heard Noxtis talk to her about going to see Riqar and after massaging his sore body. Even though she had been invited to join him, Ember had declined because she was a bit drained from the delicate control the massage required, but more honestly because she had been invited to taste test a new dessert that Uncle Wurino has been working on.

"Hello? Are you in there? I thought we were going to go visit this Sula female or whatever? I don't know where we're going so I kinda need you to snap out of it."

Stuttering, Noxtis only somewhat snapped out of his daze. "Ehhh... emmm... embeee.... Ember? Is that really you?"