Another Cliché Cultivation Story - Chapter 8

Childhood sweethearts.
The most popular person in school is my childhood sweetheart.

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[A Slime Monster Evolution LitRPG]Our protagonist was set for what should have been a good life; born as a noble prodigy with a talent for Dimension Magic.Unfortunately, they did not get a chance to live that life of adventure, wonder, and accomplishment as they died an early death.However, a kind(?) grandpa gives our protagonist a choice for the next life; instead of having a generic life starting from zero, why not join one of his experimental reincarnations not yet approved?However, the experiment was a lot... Slimier than expected.What to expect?- Monster evolution and mutation- Traits and skills- Collect-a-Thon- Lots of experimentation- Adventurers and Dungeons- Deception and Disguises- Magic- Lots of slime

Anger issues was never a problem for Rio, but how can he say that after he swiped away his system in anger when the crystallization began on earth.With portals popping up and monster storming out of them how can Rio be expected not get angry at his lack of a level up tool.Armed with just an axe, as the days go by, Rio has a rapidly building peeve against his never present system and the last virtue on his list is tolerance.“System”“......... ”“System”“...…..”“Grrrrr!! Grrrr!!”With loud menacing growls the wolf like creatures approached, but Rio was busy looking for what spot in the room had better connection and would let him access his system.“If you guys don't shut up, I'll kill you.”Normally, worlds undergoing crystallization should be struggling to get stronger and survive the brutal process but on earth it is different as they are rather focused on pleasing their brutal and unforgiving Tyrant

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.