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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 · Eastern
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Eve of the Tourney (Edited)

A charred piece of reddish material flew across the training area and littered the already messy area filled with chunks of target dummies with various types of damage. Many of them were either sliced cleanly off, corroded with some unknown poison, or burned from a ferocious fire.

A pristine shadowy blade was half sunk into the ground and stood next to an exhausted black-eared beastkin using the weapon to keep him half-standing.

Sweat poured from his brow and every part of his body ached. "Let's take a break Ember. We've been training and sparing nonstop since we forged our Weapon Spirits. And Elder Gundlach certainly seemed enthusiastic to spar with us."

Rubbing a large bruise on the side of his ribs that he had received after a fierce kick from the Elder, Noxtis sighed as he saw the equally tired but still enthusiastic Ember attacking one of the few standing target dummies.