Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
In the cold lands of the northern main continent—
There was a village in a snow-capped land. Its denizens were a tough and hardy lot, each wearing the thick furs of hunted beasts as their clothing in the chilly climate.
There probably weren’t more than a thousand individuals in this settlement. And almost all of the people within it were half-bloods. A variety of features that would never manifest in pure-blooded humans could be seen in the population. Some folk bore traces of clear barbarian heritage in their genes, and others seemed to harken to some kind of snow cyclopean ancestry.
In these snowy plains lived the cruel snow cyclops. These humanoid monsters were brutal and loved to hunt humans to sate their desires for sport, food, and lust
Reproductive isolation was very rare in the world of San Soliel, and almost any interracial creature could be born. This village was a haven for the crossbreeds between humans and cyclopses.
These people could not live in a human society not only because of their strange appearances but also because of the snow cyclop's blood in their bloodlines.
The northern snowfields were sparsely populated but also rich in various species of creatures. These villagers rely on hunting for a living. The furs, frozen meat, and other items their village produced were used for trading with nearby cities. They would usually send humans with less shocking appearances to trade in the cities nearby.
For hundreds of years, this land of mixed blood had this kind of lifestyle.
The God of Strategy Anhur was born and grew up here. He was a gifted person who achieved the position of demigod hundreds of years ago. After becoming a demigod, he did not leave his hometown but instead became its guardian. With his strength and wisdom, he protected his people from the monsters nearby. Due to his protection, the village had grown from a few hundred to thousands of people.
As a result of all this, Anhur was worshiped by the people in the village. Although the people here were few, they were all devout b
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