Drawn to Obliteration: The 0% Beast Tamer
By @john1208
My name is Galderos Muntaz, and I am officially the worst Beast Tamer in the Orazian Conservatory. My capture rate? A mathematically impossible flat zero. I was perfectly content riding out my days as the academy’s favorite punchline, ignoring the floating system notifications mocking my existence. That was until a dead courier dropped a blood-stained sketchbook on my doorstep. It turns out, my Tame skill isn't broken; it just doesn't work on living creatures. When I slather ink on a page and use my skill on the canvas? The drawing crawls off the parchment with the stats of a primordial god. I proved this by accidentally one-shotting the Karkara - a city-devouring leviathan - with a hastily doodled ink-dragon. Did I get a medal? Of course not. The media branded me a demonic heretic practicing forbidden blood-arts. Now, I’ve got the academy's golden-boy rival clinging to me as an ally, a dangerously observant investigator trying to dissect my secrets, and an entire society out for my head. But the real kicker? The trusted mentor who gave me these paints is the one orchestrating the apocalypse. Can a cynic with a paintbrush survive a conspiracy before the whole city burns?
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The Monster I Forged is Faking His Wounds
By @john1208
Zevarah awakens impaled on a floating crystal spire, her body knitting itself back together through forbidden magic. Realizing she has transmigrated into a doomed timeline, the cold and calculating noblewoman immediately enacts a ruthless survival plan: she will overthrow her abusive family, House Qadar. To do this, she rescues Qosym - a tortured boy possessed by the dreaded Void-Eater spirit - and forges him into her personal weapon. Years later, after relentless, blood-soaked battles, her feral weapon has grown into a towering, unstoppable warlord. With her fierce academy rival Bairakh turned loyal ally, and the original saintess Farahile fighting back-to-back as her best friend and wingwoman, Zevarah stands on the precipice of total victory. Yet, her calculated life is unraveling. The terrifying Qosym constantly suppresses his monstrous aura and fakes battle injuries just to rest his head in her lap and demand hugs. Worse, a hidden vault reveals that Zevarah's own past self orchestrated this entire transmigration, deliberately cursing Qosym to ensure he would never look at anyone else. Bound by a bittersweet, unspoken love built on blood and utility, how long can she pretend he is just a broken weapon?
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The Crimson Graft Protocol
By @john1208
I ripped open the heavily armored courier package, expecting a set of titanium scalpels. Instead, I found a still-beating, iridescent beast organ and an anonymous invitation to the Zenith Conclave. Perfect timing, considering my return to the capital was instantly derailed by my ex-fiancé, Temur. Standing next to a weeping, fragile girl who looked remarkably like a softer version of me, he stammered that my endless surgical studies abroad meant he thought I was never coming back. I couldn't help but laugh - I only ever dated him because his resting heart rate was the perfect control group for my thesis on combat adrenaline. Without a second thought, I revoked his access to the Zenith Spire, permanently banning him from the only medical bays that could repair his gear. I immediately partnered with my aggressively uptight academic rival to dive headfirst into the explosive, high-speed world of live apex beast grafting. But as we slice through monsters under heavy fire to claim the Conclave's legendary Sovereign Core, a terrifying pattern emerges in the tissue samples. What if the grand prize we are risking our lives for isn't an evolution, but an assimilation?
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The Shameless Masterpiece
By @john1208
Shavara Denth was the pride of the Opherix Crystal Forges, a delicate genius and the unforgettable first love of Lord Kethran. That is, until a severe case of Vitro-Blight forced her into a two-year secret quarantine. She finally recovers, returning on the exact day a courier mistakenly delivers a breathtakingly tacky glass figurine of Kethran kissing her terrified lookalike, Ninza. Confronted at his estate, Kethran whimpers the ultimate cliché: 'I thought you were never coming back.' Shavara’s response? A shameless cackle, revealing she only tolerated his terrible poetry because his estate had the best sand-kilns in the city. Leaving Kethran to eventually be scammed out of his entire fortune by his tearful stand-in, Shavara sets her sights on the Imperial Menagerie Commission. She strikes an unholy alliance with her fiercely stoic rival, Voshari Fenn, whose hostility masks a bittersweet, unspoken devotion. But as they forge towering glass leviathans to secure her legacy, Shavara uncovers a chilling truth. Her trusted mentor didn't just fail to cure her - he engineered the Blight itself. Can she shatter his conspiracy before the entire city shatters with her?
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