Puresol

~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.

Cultivator in the Beastworld

Ember shrugged. "Just making sure that your age hadn't dulled your senses, granny."

A small cross-shaped mark formed on her forehead as Silvia's grin widened even more. "You do know that I'm only three Lunar and a half older than you right?"

"And?" Embervesent looked at the pink-haired Tribe Leader with a questioning gaze as if she hadn't just proven her point.

"I was going to suggest changing into some training gear, but I guess you're ready for a beating now.

Unless you're scared." Still smiling with a vicious menace, Silvia felt her clenched fists twitch slightly from being so frequently provoked. A sensation she rarely got anymore due to many seakin being too afraid to challenge her anymore. Or at least any that would, are dead or heavily injured.

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