Apocalypse Expert in a Beastman World

Chapter 3

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nly thing tethering her to the world of the living. Bl

ep-seated terror of his Mistress was a more powerful chain

however,

ive leg, corded with muscle, swung back, re

es flashed. Th

the chaotic threads of the Biological Link, po

wave of pure agony

nnected to her

being twisted in his brain. A strangled groan escaped his lips and his knees buckled, sen

ushing pain clamped around his heart, forcing

s wings flapping uselessly as he tumbled

t and gasping for air, his eyes wide with shocked

n a red haze. A sweet, metallic taste flooded her mouth, and she

pain, excruciating as it was, made he

n the kneeling, agonized form of Kameron. Her voice, though weak, was

d. "Carry me. To

Link was absolute. A direct command, fueled by such a violent exertion of wi

er, each step a testament to his resistance. He bent down, his movements rough and contemptuous,

for a second, but she bit down on the inside of her cheek, f

shot up and clenched the fur of Kamer

he cave, Genevieve craned her neck, her gaze finding t

thin thread of sound. "Dry wood.

nk was undeniable. He gave a stiff, resentful nod

nd, his roar of frustration echoing t

rembling snake-man to his feet, murmuring soft word

didn't slow down. He strode past the main sleeping area, a nest of soft, luxu

word, he d

The impact sent a jolt of pure agony through her, and she cur

hest heaving, a cruel smile f

is voice dripping with venom. "But

nergy. She forced her body to uncurl, to lie flat on the col

o hold on. Jam

tools, and no help was about to b

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Apocalypse Expert in a Beastman World

Out Of Town Fantasy

“Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind-she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress. But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die. "We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess." Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction. She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot. She refused to accept this ending. Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.”