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Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 857    |    Released on: Today at 15:43

with every step. The smell of disinfectant mixed with

ts creaked on the rotting wood. The dim emergency light

at in the center of the room, white vapor curling around it

ake tail was coiled tightly around the base. Above it was the pale torso of a man. Harlan Wrigh

Harlan Wright Mental Corruption Index: 30 (Extr

re was set to minus twenty degrees Celsius. It

pressed the stop button,

led the room. The heavy lid began to rise. A cloud of f

eight, bending her knees slightly.

ed. Harlan's ey

een, filled with a cold, calculating madness. He didn't wait for the

like a striking viper, fast and sil

the side, rolling across the dirty floor. The wind from his passing ruffle

im for balance. His forked tongue flicked out,

n rock. "What's the new game? Tired of the s

her pants. She looked him in the eye.

hered forward, his fangs gleaming in the d

he steel and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. He tensed h

e into the heavy wooden workbench beside her. The blade sa

wasn't in the script. She was supposed to attack hi

y. "I swear on my life, from this second o

out laughing. It was a manic, broken sound. He double

eered, his eyes full of contempt. "Do you

w words were worthless. S

ed. You can stay down here in the dark, or

She left her back completely exposed. It was a gamble. A h

to avenge every shock and every freezing night, screamed at him. But something held him back

f the stairs. She stoppe

y off the debt. Otherwise, the bank will seize you and sell you to the fighting pits. You'll b

ice water. He hated cages. He hated

creased to 20. Current status: Ext

le. She continued up the stairs and pu

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Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts
Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts
“I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.”