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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 · Oriental
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152 Chs

Blood-lipped Berserker (Edited)

"So you better be more careful with your tone when talking with me...kid. You haven't been Tribe Leader long, and you might not stay that way for much longer if you continue on this path."

Citri glared viciously at Silvia, the coral-haired beauty was getting on his nerves. Combined with the earlier annoyances piling up, his desire to kill her grew.

"Is that a threat? You are on MY turf you know...I could have you killed right here, right now. I'm sure there are plenty of seakin who would happily take your place."

Contrary to what he had expected, Silvia just smiled eerily at his threat.

"Oh no! Blessed Mother Bellis save me from this fate!"

Still smiling despite the obvious sarcastic tone in which Silvia prayed for salvation, she shrugged and laid back into her chair and sipped from her glass. "I quite enjoy all the commotion you try and stir between the great tribes. I haven't had this much fun in some time."