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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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Overwhelming

Catching Dusk between two fingers and Dawn with her open palm, Silvia's vicious grin spread across her lips. "I don't know why you're in such a rush, the real fight hasn't even started yet."

A bit of crimson began to creep down the Dawn's blade. Seeing the damage, Embervesent was proud that her blades could damage the infamous Bloodthirsty Berserker, but also at the same time slightly intimidated by how strong she was. But overall, she felt her body warm up and loosen in a way that only training never could.

Ember internally shook off her jitters and grinned back at Silvia while shrugging. "Oh really? I was just getting warmed up."

Silvia glanced at the fiery craters that were still getting slowly repaired around her and the feeling of the slight itch from the cut on her palm. "I can see that..."