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... ss her entire body. She could hear him take in a breath as he, too, climaxed, and she felt the something heated pour into her belly.

The interior of the silent study echoed with the sounds of the two breathing roughly.

“Haaaa…….”

Vivian slowly let out a breath and slowly opened her once tightly closed eyes. Her state was still chaotic as a drop of sweat that trailed down her forehead pricked her eye, and tears fell continuously from her eyes.

As she wiped at her eyes with ...

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Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc.

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Only thanks to his dual cultivation technique, “The Twelves Gates of Bliss”, could he attain those heights.

Because in the distant past, he was merely an above-average half-orc, thanks to his cultivation technique and lucky encounter. He suddenly stepped on the path to becoming a powerful Chimaera after receiving a special reward in his first dungeon.

However, dual cultivation with monster girls could only improve his new reward. He could only advance so far with combat alone!

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Over countless years various races and humanity melded together after generations of war and chaos; now, you could find goblins serving as accountants and orcs working as policemen.

With the dawn of rapid progress, they created an occupation for those seeking to explore these monoliths.

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Adventurers would delve deep into the mysterious monoliths, which were given new names to match the Adventurers.

They were called [Dungeons] due to their nature being identical to those found in the home worlds of the races that transferred to Almos I.

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Alistair Granbell, a half-orc born to a beautiful orc mother and human father, led a dull but stable life, working as a salesman to support his beloved through college.

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He would take the name Raven to honour his late mother and father, stepping on the road to becoming an unstoppable and feared existence for his enemies.

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