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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 · Fantasi Timur
Peringkat tidak cukup
152 Chs
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Blood Claw Tribe Leader (Edited)

*yawn* "Oh! Hi everyone! I guess I'm late again. Tee hee!"

"Speak of the devilfish, and so she appears."

While Noxtis had seen quite a few beautiful beastkin at his time in Crimson Scale City, with Ember being the one who consistently ranked at the top of them all, none of them could hold a candle to the sensuality and seductiveness that radiated from the approaching female beastkin.

Despite her obvious lateness, the female beastkin strode towards the rest of them with a calm and regal pace, as if the world was waiting with bated breath for her arrival rather than the other way around.

Her red lips glistened in the light and were a fantastic contrast to her icy blue eyes. Covered soon by an elegant palm, not dainty as many would assume as Noxtis saw that hand clearly had experience holding a weapon of some sort.