Beast Evolution Forge - Chapter 126: Dungeon Games 2

Of the ancient gods only one remained in the world. This god lived alone for thousands of years and no longer had any desires. Legend had it that during the great war between the worlds he used his powers to turn the tide managing to seal the cataclysmic rift bringing order back into the three realms. Time flew by and hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it.Synopsis:When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Reborn into something new and in a new world, Morgana found herself with no memories about her past. She lost them when a powerful entity took pity on her and offered her the chance to be reborn in her own primitive world.A letter left by her past self told her about... well, nothing really. The old Morgana was glad when she learned that she would lose her memory due to being reborn as part of this deal. She accepted without hesitation, especially after the powerful entity explained everything in detail.“WHAT!” Morgana exclaimed, reading the letter. “We’re both BIG perverts! And what do you mean by spreading my legs and pushing out many babies?”“EXPLAIN!”Reborn with stunning silver hair, crimson eyes, and a Futa, Morgana now belonged to a new race called Breeder.Follow the journey of Morgana as she tries to survive in this primitive world, with a LOT of Breeding.…[Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including pregnancy, futanari, Incest, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.]

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.