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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

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Arriving at his barely used abode prepared for him by the Crimson Scale Tribe, Noxtis opened the door slowly. He held up the room talisman key that he had been given by Elder Nancy and opened the door to his room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw that instead of a dusty and very lightly used room as he had last left it, the room was instead immaculately cleaned and his spare clothing was washed and folded neatly on the corner of his bed.

The cleanliness of the room only slightly surprised Noxtis however, his mind soon wandered back to what had been bothering him ever since that night. He didn't quite remember just when he had lost consciousness during the last day of training.