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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.

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Troubled Mind (Edited)

"You already reached the peak?! How is that possible?! I have been trying my hardest to gather Qi for my Dawn and Dusk ever since we formed them and you're telling me that you're already at the peak of the stage?"

Pouting and eating the food in front of her and ignoring her previous duty of feeding Noxtis, Ember thought intensely about her own weapon spirits.

As much as Ember was a maniac for food, her first and true passion would always be the sword. That moment from her childhood, the elegant and graceful movements of the blade even at the intense speeds from back then had imprinted their mark on the youthful dragonkin. Combined with the resources and fierce training from her grandfather, Embervesent's title as the Crimson Princess wasn't just for show.