Surviving The Beast World Apocalypse with My God-Tier Space System

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my palm. I pulled the drawstring and peered inside. Ten tiny, brown, w

? I just fought off a biohazardous minivan with a pointy stick and a rock! I was pr

t energy output. Further complaints will result in

, quickly tucking the pouch into my pocket. "We're a team, right? A be

looked even worse in the morning light. The dark, tar-like fluid oozin

rolling up my ripped sleeves. "If I can't eat it, ma

r the creature's chest, poking at its thick hide. The flint scra

all my weight onto the stone. "Wha

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ching thud against the dirt floor. Its front paws flexed

aking two cautious steps backward. "I impaled yo

muscle. The splintered wood stick jammed beneath its chin snapped in half as it forc

d the back of the cave. "What is the return p

ption Core. Physical trauma alone is insuffic

ual!" I shouted, grabbing a handful of loose

ain. The beast let out a distorted, double-toned

" I chanted, diving behind a massi

its enlarged, mutated shoulders, it couldn't turn quickly in the cramped space. It got wedged b

an old wooden log from the burnt-out campfire rin

ve me enough time to scramble around its back. I climbed up onto a higher ledge, holdin

ce!" I screamed, dropping the boulde

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to the dirt, pinned under the rock's weight. Dark black

pping the rock wall while leaning over the edge. "Give me

ore exposed. Host may harvest the

asked, sliding down the ledge and cauti

bone fragment lying near the wall and poked at the glowing spot. The skin parted easily this time, like warm but

aching down and carefull

up my arm. The dead wolf dissolved into a pile of gray ash, leaving behind

ed stone up to the sunlight streaming into the cav

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and catching it. "Does this mean I get to open the kitchen properly? Can

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"Real salt! Vera, if you could see me now, you'd

rm near the back of the cave. With a flick of my wrist, I

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and a cloth sack of white rice materialized on the stone. I dr

ly, patting the burlap sack. "I will never tak

n a generous pinch of coarse salt. Using a couple of dry sticks and my trusty flint, I sparked a small fire beneath th

a thorough stir. "Now, if I can just build a wooden door, find a soft bed, and figu

erclap suddenly shook

rridge onto my thumb. "Ouch! What w

g my steaming bowl of porridge in one

x of dark purple and crimson clouds. Thick, bloody rain began dripping from the sky, sizzling as it hit the leaves of the su

ot porridge. "Please tell me that's just a locali

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giant, snapdragon-like jaws and take a bite out of a passing

lock the narrow entrance, leaving only a tiny crack for air and light.

You've got a cave, a pot of porridge, a magic system, and a fr

ly echoed from the bushes rig

the rocks. "Is that... is that hot food I sme

, and blinked at the barricade. "Di