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Rimworld Mechanoid Corpse

Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"
Jade Brocade Sword · 1.4M Views

Bloodline Awakening: Tempest in the Bizarre World

The story follows Walter, a half - pure - blood werewolf who can control his transformation. He lives in the Theocratic Diwei Holy Kingdom, where heterospecifics are mercilessly hunted. Walter, aiming to cross the Shates Wall and reach the Greenland Kingdom, stays at the Arthur family's house, posing as their nephew. He tries to gather information to leave, such as observing Baron Kurtis' mansion. During a witch doctor's execution, a werewolf's attack reveals Friar Fula's powerful strength. Walter realizes that the chaos can be an opportunity to contact other heterospecifics, but he decides to wait until the Church's intense hunting subsides. When he later explores the mansion again, he encounters a powerful werewolf, which forces him to flee. However, this encounter leads to a breakthrough in his perception. To gain resources and information, Walter uses his painting talent to become an apprentice of Painter Alva in the South District Church with the help of Friar Ferra. The prior of the church tests him, but he manages to hide his true identity. While at the church, Walter notices a suspicious worshiper who he suspects is a heterospecific. He follows the trail to the slum, where the strong stench makes his search difficult. Eventually, he finds a blood slave in a small wooden house near the forest. The blood slave, Adel, is in a frenzy for blood. Walter enters the cellar and discovers a corpse and magic potions. He realizes the inhumane actions of the blood slave and takes a book from a hidden compartment. After leaving a warning note for Adel, he escapes and cleans himself in a river. The discovery of the blood slave makes him worry about the complex situation in Roya, especially the possible existence of a pure - blooded vampire.
nan_nan_1708 · 2.5K Views

Fiendhunter

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.
Gelden · 3.4K Views
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