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Damp Egg Palworld

My Wild Beast

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa
Kelly_Starrz · 8.9K Views

The dragon's harem

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!
Alen_Tanor · 2.5M Views

feral Oath(bxb)

Nikolas's POV) The city had been my home for years, and I had no intention of leaving. My job at the hospital, my tiny apartment, the constant noise and movement it was all I knew. All I wanted to know. But life had a way of ripping comfort away when you least expected it. When my grandmother died, I didn't have time to process it. Between arranging the funeral, handling the legal mess she left behind, and working double shifts to keep myself from thinking, I barely had a moment to grieve. Then my uncle showed up. I hadn't seen him in years, but he looked exactly the same tall, imposing, with sharp eyes that always made me feel like a child again. He pulled me aside after the burial, gripping my shoulder a little too tightly. "You can't stay here, Nikolas. It's time to come home." Home? What home? My parents had died when I was too young to remember, and my uncle had sent me to live with my grandmother. I had no memories of whatever life came before. No connection to the place he called home. "I have a job here," I told him. "My life is here." He scoffed. "And what would your father think? Wasting your talents in some rundown hospital?" I clenched my jaw. "He's not here to have an opinion." That should have ended the conversation, but my uncle was persistent. "You don't want to know what really happened to them?" His voice dropped lower, his fingers tightening. "About the beast that killed them?" I wanted to roll my eyes. I'd heard his stories before. Wild animals. Some vague, dramatic talk about beasts and monsters. It was easier to ignore him. But a week later, I received my transfer papers. I hadn't requested a transfer, and yet there it was—an official notice that I was being relocated to a private research facility. The name was unfamiliar. Raventhorn Facility. I called my uncle, demanding an explanation, but his response was simple. "You'll still be a nurse, just… working with something more important." And somehow, I found myself leaving everything behind. Raventhorn Facility wasn't like any hospital or research center I'd ever seen. It was deep in the woods, surrounded by thick, towering trees. The building itself was cold concrete walls, security checkpoints, and hallways that smelled of antiseptic and metal. I was introduced to the other staff, most of them doctors and researchers. And then there were the hunters men who operated with military-like precision, dressed in tactical gear and always armed. I told myself it was normal. That these wolves must have been part of some government research project on wildlife. That they were studying aggression, or conservation, or something logical. And I convinced myself of that. Until the night they brought him in. I had been out with a group of hunters, sent to pick up supplies from a nearby outpost, when the call came through. "We got him," a voice crackled over the radio. "Alpha male. Strong. Nearly tore three men apart." The hunters exchanged looks, muttering among themselves. "Took this long to catch him?" one of them grumbled. "Figures. He's the strongest one out there." "What do they even do with them?" I asked, adjusting the strap of my bag. The man beside me shrugged. "Test them. Study them. Doesn't matter. Orders are orders." I didn't argue. It wasn't my business. But when we got back, I saw him. Not a wolf. A man. He was being dragged through the main hall, his hands bound in heavy metal restraints, a thick collar around his throat. He was shirtless, his skin streaked with dirt and blood, but his body was built like a weapon broad shoulders, solid muscle, raw strength barely restrained. His hair was dark, damp from sweat, but it was his eyes that made me stop cold. Gold. Burning. Wild. "What the hell?" I whispered. One of the hunters laughed. "Didn't expect that, did you?" "You're You're bringing in people now?" I demanded, my stomach twisting. "You said you were studying wolves!" The hunter smirked. "We are."
Princess_Onjewu · 213 Views

Falling for the billionaire's deal: The Deal of a Lifetime

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.
Miradevlin06 · 5.2K Views

The Owner Of My Chains

For five hundred years, he remained in the darkness. Raviel, the demon bound to the Vermillion family, had known nothing but chains and silence for centuries. Deep beneath the grand castle, locked away in an underground cave, he sat motionless inside an enormous iron cage, his wrists and ankles shackled by ancient, glowing runes. The magic pulsed with a soft, eerie light, a reminder of his eternal servitude. The air was damp, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. Time had long lost its meaning to him. He had witnessed generations of Vermillions rise and fall—greedy, selfish, and cruel. None had dared to free him, nor had any of them been worthy of his protection. But then, something changed. Far above, within the golden halls of the Vermillion estate, a child was born—the heir of the family. And with his first cry, the chains around Raviel's wrists shuddered. A sharp crack echoed through the cave as one of the magical seals flickered for the first time in centuries. The demon's crimson eyes slowly opened. He exhaled, his breath a whisper against the cold air. "So… the heir has finally arrived." His lips curled into a slow, dark smile. The silence of five hundred years was about to be broken. --- The grand Vermillion estate stretched across acres of land, surrounded by towering walls and an air of untouchable wealth. But within those walls, past the marble halls and golden chandeliers, there was a place untouched by power struggles and whispered schemes—the secret garden. A small boy, no older than four, ran barefoot across the soft grass, his silver-white hair shining under the golden sun. Nao Vermillion, the only true heir of the Vermillion family, giggled as he chased after a butterfly, his tiny hands reaching for the delicate creature. "Careful, young master," a gentle voice called out. Amara, the aging housemaid, watched over him from a distance. She was the only one in the household who truly cared for the child—not as an heir, but as a boy who deserved warmth. Nao turned to her, his icy blue eyes filled with innocence. "Ama! Look!" He pointed excitedly as the butterfly landed on a white rose. Amara smiled, stepping closer. "Butterflies are delicate, my dear. Just like you." Nao pouted, puffing out his small cheeks. "I'm not delicate!" He stomped his tiny foot, making Amara chuckle. "You are," she teased. "But one day, you will grow into a strong young man." Nao didn't understand her words yet. All he knew was that the garden was his favorite place—a hidden world where he was just a boy, not an heir. But deep beneath the castle, locked away in the dark, a pair of crimson eyes had already opened, waiting for the day their paths would cross...
Leachi · 785 Views

My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world

In a world ruled by spiritual energy, Kent is a nobody—mocked as a poor egg seller and struggling to survive. But when fate grants him an "SSS-Rank system", everything changes. His FIRST ability? "SSS-Rank Copy Spiritual Energy." - He can steal power from anyone—through their emotions. - Every laugh, every rage, every moment of despair -fuels his growth. - The stronger the emotion, the greater his reward. Ding! +1000 SP copied from a grand elder (Shock). Ding! +5000 SP copied from a divine emperor (Despair). His SECOND ability? "SSS-Rank Architect of Creation." (From chapter 54) - He doesn’t just copy—he rebuilds everything. - He can craft weapons, techniques, and divine skills from pure spiritual energy. - He doesn’t need to steal artifacts—he makes better ones. Kent's little sister Nima, she also get a Dark power "SSS-RANK Soul Binder" ability. She Boss around all the time, influence by Anime, Manga, and TV dramas. From the shadows of poverty to the pinnacle of power, Kent’s rise is unstoppable. But when the world learns of his -godlike abilities-, every sect, emperor, and deity will hunt him down. Will he become the greatest cultivator in history—or the most wanted thief of all time? ___ WSA 2025 Contest. ---- Show some support by:- 100 comments= 1 extra chapter. 100 power stone= 1 extra chapter 30 Golden tickets= 1 extra chapter. 1 Castle= 5 extra chapter. Thanks you. -------------------
NF_Stories · 491.6K Views

The Alpha's Ruin

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me
Obruche_Princess · 2.7K Views

I Wear Two Crowns: One of Royalty and One of Assassination

Philip, a misunderstood young adult, is perceived as a nuisance by those around him. However, he is actually a kind and empathetic individual. One day, while picking up his mother's Alzheimer's medication from the pharmacy, Philip encountered a group of delinquents who brutally beat him up. They stuffed him into a cloth sack and threw him into a river in the middle of the forest. Believing his life was over, Philip was fortunate to be rescued by a hermit named Beardman. However, his life took an unexpected turn when his spirit was transported to another world called Meadowglaze, where he found himself inside the body of Prince Revaliant. Prince Revaliant, a runaway prince from the Kingdom of Lovelrinth, had been living in an abandoned house in the dense forest. Following an invasion by nomads, he was captured, stuffed into a chest, and thrown into a river. Fortunately, Procko, a Meadow Feral and like a son to Beardman, discovered the chest underwater and rescued the prince. Due to his parents' wrongdoing, Revaliant was implicated, and a substantial bounty was placed on his head by the new throne owner, King Leclerc. Many were hunting him down, but with Beardman's help, he felt safe. However, those pursuing him were not ordinary individuals, as they possessed extraordinary strength. Some people could summon elemental powers or upgrade their wielded weapons due to their innate Musk. Others acquired unique powers by finding and consuming the Mythical Meadow Feral Egg. As Philip searched for a way to return to his world, he was forced to bear Revaliant's burdens. When he decided to avenge the prince, he realized that King Leclerc's abilities were not to be underestimated, especially since he had a royal army with extraordinary abilities. Before facing the king, Philip had to take down the Royal Zodiacs, particularly the twelve captains of the different platoons. To unlock his innate Musk, Revaliant had to enroll in the High Periphery, an academy that trained individuals to become alpha assassins or Larkansas. To keep his true identity a secret, he changed his appearance and name, entering the High Periphery as Afghast Agysmal.
lovesherlovesmenot · 432 Views

My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God

Gary Smith arrived in a peculiar world of beastmasters, where an ancient taboo was reborn from the depth of time, and an evil god was lurking. In this world, birds and beasts, rivers and mountains, even elements could spawn spiritual power and turn into pet beasts. Among them, the powerful ones became ecological niches by themselves, radiating secret realm ecosystems such as the Yellow Spring, Skeleton Kingdom, Succubus Nest, and Kingdom of the Sky Tree, nurturing countless followers. The beastmasters make contracts with the pet beasts, nurture them, and control the spiritual power. After witnessing the "Taboo Sun" event, Gary Smith obtained the ability to extract materials from everything in the world and compile "Secret Food". Through the Evolutionary Secret Food, the combination of "The Shattered Dusk World" + "Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg" results in the Feast of the End. When the pet beast consumes it, it evolves into the Dusk Dragon God. The Dusk Domain erodes the world, turning into the God at the end of time. The Skill Secret Food allows the pet beasts to plunder skills from everything, becoming omniscient and omnipotent. The Sacrificial Secret Food snatches the taboo time, sacrifices the ancient beings, and blasphemes against the gods. His style of beast control also started to become peculiar. There is the Spider Shadow that devours ancient dragons and weaves dreams of all lives with its threads, the Red Master that pollutes the multiverse, and the Devourer of the Realms, who consumes worlds... In response to this, he explained, "My pet beasts are just a bit peculiar. They really are not evil gods!"
Morning dusk crow · 1.1M Views

RE: Fantasia

Have you ever thought about dying? Cole Sinclair did—all the time. Every morning when he woke up. Every evening when he left his soul-crushing desk job. Every night when he returned home, drained and empty. But no matter how much he thought about it, he could never take that last step. Until fate took it for him. One moment, he was crossing the street, too exhausted to notice the blinding headlights bearing down on him. The next, there was only darkness. No final regrets. No cherished memories flashing before his eyes. Just the cold, silent void. And then—light. Cole awoke in a forest, the scent of damp earth against his nostrils, the sound of rustling leaves whispering in the wind. For the first time in years, he wasn't shackled to his mundane existence. He had been reincarnated. A second chance. A fresh start. But before he could process his new reality, a blue screen appeared before him, its glowing text cutting through his thoughts. [Current Task: Kill the Spider King of Mehr] [Time Limit: 20 minutes] [Penalty: Death] No explanation. No preparation. Just a command. He moved. The system didn't give him a choice, it only demanded obedience. Thrown into battle with only the equipment granted to him, Cole had no time to think, no time to hesitate. It was kill or be killed. When the dust settled, the tyrant of the forest lay dead at his feet, and a new title was burned into his soul: [You have become the Spider King] With it came power, an ability unlike any other. Extract. The right to claim the skills, abilities, and forms of his slain enemies, to bend their strength into his own. He inherited the former Spider King's domain, its fortress, its territory. But something was coming. Something far stronger than he was. And it was hunting him. If he wanted to survive—if he wanted to protect himself and his newfound people—he had to grow stronger. Faster. Because in this world, only the strong would survive.
Jeffery_XXVI · 199 Views

Grotto of Infinite Cycles

His life as a pragmatic Swiss engineer met a definitive end, only for awareness to dawn again beneath the borrowed skies of a Xianxia world. He awoke trapped in the body of Chen Yi, a young master burdened by unfamiliar customs and the encroaching memories of a life not his own. Before he could fully grasp this impossible reality, a strange interface materialized before him—a system powered by the world's spiritual energy: Spirit Stones. Driven by a chilling curiosity born from the shock of transition, he activated it. The cost: one Spirit Stone. The result: a horrifyingly visceral simulation of his new family's impending doom – a wedding feast destined to become a bloodbath, culminating in his own brutal, simulated demise. Armed with this terrifying foresight and governed by the cold calculus of survival inherited from his past life, he made his choice. Heroism held no appeal; saving strangers bound only by phantom memories was illogical. Survival was paramount. Taking only the simulation's grim memories as his reward, he ruthlessly abandoned the doomed Chen Mansion, fleeing to a hidden grotto revealed during his simulated escape. Here, in the damp darkness, a new strategy takes shape. The system offers knowledge, experience, even items pulled from simulated timelines, all for a cost intrinsically tied to his cultivation realm. The path becomes chillingly clear: remain a mere mortal, keep the simulation cost minimal, and exploit this reality-bending power from the unbreachable safety of stone walls. While the world outside hurtles towards inevitable chaos, he will cultivate knowledge through infinite simulated lives, mastering theories of power and immortality, surviving on scavenged scraps pulled from virtual pasts. His sanctuary is a grotto; his cultivation ground, the endless, recursive possibilities of the simulation. Let others chase tangible power across the lands; he will build his foundation unseen, cycle by cycle, until the cost of godhood itself becomes affordable.
asdf123_fffggg · 396 Views

The Hawk and The Flamebound: Breaking Dawn

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]
Buvi_Sailor · 48.8K Views

How Did I End Up as a Monster Breeder?

The New World, The Frontier, Manifest Destiny, Whatever you call it I will tell you one thing, it’s none of that. This land an untouched and uncharted territory of the world that would better be called a cursed land, Demon Territory, a Monster Paradise, and to me? A Death Trap. Why am I here? it’s very simple. Debt Not my Debt mind you, no no it was all from my worthless parents who decided to sell me off to debt collectors to stave off their debts they had made ever since I left home. And it only worked out because I was born with a rare skill of making me a natural born Monster Breeder and Tamer. Monster Products make plenty of money in this world, Holstarus Milk, Griffin Feathers, Dragon Scales, Arachne Silk, Harpy Eggs, Goblin Ale, Ork Testicles, just to name a few. And Monster Breeders can make loads of money and that’s what I’m forced into doing but not back in the Old World but here in this new world as new species and possibly extinct species of monsters can be located in this New World. So I’m forced to make a profit for them to pay off my debt or else I’ll have to pay the consequences by going through the pain and suffering of Torture since getting a new Monster Breeder would be to hard to find again. But by hook or by Crook I am going to get my freedom and get the hell out of this Death Trap I find myself in! Male, Female, Futanari, Tomboy, Femboy, various types and genders will be in this story though it’s mostly just Men and Women as all the other types are considered Rare in this story.
OneMoreScore · 38.8K Views

CONSULT RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY: TO HIRE A BITCOIN HACKER RECOVERY

The day my house turned against me started like any other lights flashing at my command, blinds snapping shut with military precision, and my coffee machine chirping a cheerful "Good morning!" as if it hadn't just witnessed me going broke. Here I was, a self-styled tech evangelist, huddled on the floor of my "smart" house, staring at an empty screen where my Bitcoin wallet once sat. My sin? Hubris. My penalty? Accidentally nuking my private keys while upgrading a custom node server, believing I could outsmart the pros. The result? A $425,000 crater where my crypto nest egg once grew, and a smart fridge that now beeped condescendingly every time I opened its doors. Panic fell like a rogue AI. I pleaded with tech-savvy friends, who responded with a mix of pity and "You did what?! " I scrolled through forums until my eyes were streaming, trawling through threads filled with such mouthfuls as "irreversible blockchain entropy" and "cryptographic oblivion." I even begged my fridge's voice assistant to turn back the chaos, half-expecting it to sneer and respond, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." A Reddit thread buried deep under doom scrolls and memes was how desperation finally revealed to me Rapid Digital Recovery, a single mention of gratitude to the software that recovered lost crypto like digital paramedics.". In despair, but without options, I called them. Their people replied with no judgment, but clinical immediacy, such as a hospital emergency room surgeons might exercise. Within a few hours, their engineers questioned my encrypted system logs a labyrinth of destroyed scripts and torn files like conservators rebuilding a fractured relic. They reverse-engineered my abortive update, tracking digital crumbs across layers of encryption. I imagined them huddled over glowing screens, fueled by coffee and obscurity of purpose, playing my catastrophe as a high-stakes video game. Twelve days went by, and an email arrived: "We've found your keys." My fingers trembled as I logged in. There it was my Bitcoin, resurrected from the depths, shining on the screen like a digital phoenix. I half-expect my smart lights to blink in gratitude. Rapid Digital Recovery not only returned my money; they restored my faith in human ingenuity against cold, uncaring computer programming. Their people combined cutting-edge forensics with good-old-fashioned persistence, refusing to make my mistake a permanent one. Today, my smart home remains filled with automation, but I've shut down its voice activation. My fridge? It's again chilling my beer silently judging me as I walk by. If you ever find yourself in a war of minds with your own machines, believe in the Rapid Digital Recovery. They'll outsmart the machines for you so you won't have to. Just perhaps unplug the coffee maker beforehand. Contact Info Below: Whatsapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Telegram: h t t p s: // t. me / Rapiddigitalrecovery1
Evans_Sorensen · 414 Views
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