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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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Lonely Journey

"To think you would escape huh?

I just offered you a way to heal him, I'm not sure if it will even work or not since he has been... injured... for longer than we normally use it.

It is quite the precious artifact you know?

Are you sure it's a good idea to not tell your other tribe members?

Especially your grandfather?

The advent of so many savage beasts all attacking en mass from every Savage Land is proving to be a right pain in the butt. Such attacks on this scale have never been seen before. Not to mention they are seemingly more vicious and organized than ever before."

The talking beastkin sighed as the one seated opposite her did not respond at all. Not this attempt, and the plenty she had tried beforehand. For as much as she enjoyed silence at times, the absolute silence and aura given off by the beastkin just staring outside was too much even for her.