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

<p>A cascade of long silvery hair spread across the plush light sea blue cushions. Thick and plush covers, the same color as the cushions, spanned the entire length of the large bed. The bed itself wasn't that large, was more circular in shape, and was designed to look like a very soft clam shell. Near the top of the bed was a small bump as the silver hair connected to the slightly exposed head of the small seakin sleeping beneath. The tiny bump rustled beneath the plush and comforting sheets as two dainty hands peeked out.</p>

<p>A very cute melody rang through the room as the lump straitened out as the muscles of the cute seakin felt themselves stretch as they tried to wake up from their comfortable sleep. 'I'm not sure if having such a wonderful bed is a good or bad thing. My bed makes sleeping well soooooo much better, but I never wanna get out from it in the mornings.'</p>

Shining Shadow