Fusion Beast Agito の小説・ストーリー

Maeve leaned forward, squinting at the glowing gold numbers floating above the screen: > **REMAINING PRINCIPAL BALANCE: 150,000,000 SILVER SHARDS** > **STATUS: CURRENT / NO DEFAULT PENALTY** > Maeve’s mouth dropped open in shock. "Fifty... fifty million? In three weeks? Aggie, how? Did you rob a high-spire vault?!" "No," Agnes said with a soft, radiant smile, a gentle flush warming her cheeks as she thought of the man who made it possible. "I partnered with Apex Champion Rhys Stormfang. I fixed his relic gear, overrode his harness in the underground contender match, and we took the entire purse and pay-per-view bonus."

He made it a point to note that he needed to make her pay but for now, he had more pressing needs. No one knows what he was doing so they had no fucking right to blame him for anything. He needed to let his beast out. It needed fresh blood. The blood of the hag would have served as the best meal to his beast but he couldn't. Not that he cared about her four hundred lives but he had to keep the promise he made.

"Look, Mr. AOTRDC, you contacted us. We provide a service. That service entails arranging meetings with several eligible females according to your specifications. If that isn't what you wish, we can end this interview immediately." I give her my fire-breathing-dragon gaze and she has the audacity not to melt into the floor. "I want a mate," I say and pound my fist on the table for emphasis. "I will kidnap her and take her to my realm where she'll be held until she agrees or I decide I don't want her." Beatrice's face goes from ghost white to red, but I ignore that. "My dragon form is as large as this building. Do you want my cock size for your form too?"

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

but. "Danger! Root! Beets! R****h!" Olivia hooted. "Hotpot *hoot*!" Caihong perched atop Chen's head and hooted. But Ah Yin and Chen didn't have the mind to pay attention to them. "Spirit Fusion," Ah Yin gazed at the two men in front of her. Both of their original Martial Souls only flashed for a moment before fusing but she saw it— A red r****h and a Black Beetroot.

Iron-eating Beast: "Great! It's a deal then! Master~" [Spiritual beast: Iron-eating beast (young)] [Name: Unnamed] [Master: Sebastian] [Strength: Early stage of Foundation Establishment] [HP: 8000/8000] [Attack: 90] [Defense: 85] [Speed: 65] 【Skills: Furious Bite, Furious Thunder, Crushing Strike】 After reading the introduction of the Food Iron Beast, Sebastian knew he had hit the jackpot. At that moment, a game announcement suddenly sounded.

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

“Its not worth it, you can't see…” “Through our bond,” Abiagan cut him short, “show me through our bond, Jamie, Let me see what you saw." Realization dawned on Jamie, "will it work?” “Definitely, just follow my instructions, and focus on what you saw.” Jaime closed his eyes and focused on the memory just like Abiagan had said. He felt Abiagan's presence in his mind, gentle and warm. He tried as much as possible to visualize how he saw the dark end zone. He shared everything he had witnessed.

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.