Training-Addicted Mage In A Progression Fantasy - Chapter 46: Occult Magic

Alex is a normal girl in a post-apocalyptic world of monsters. The remaining pockets of humanity now coexist with tamed creatures that defend their towns from existential threats beyond the edge of the map.Then a Mark appears on Alex after a unique encounter. Now she can transform herself using monster essence! But the more she changes, the further from human she drifts.Join Alex as she becomes stronger, assembles her allies, and eventually founds a clan to fight for dominance of the region!It takes a monster to fight a monster, and someone has to breed them.Slightly interactive with periodic CYOA votes.This is an obvious parody with a semi-serious tone, lots of monster sex, a futanari protagonist, and a growing harem of monsters (mostly girls with a few exceptions).WARNING, Alex is bisexual and there will be both male and female monster species. If any of that isn’t your thing, move along.All characters are +18 including the monsters, who are sapient with the ability to consent. Some scenes have villains committing acts of sexual violence, but there will be no non-consensual sex scenes with the protagonist.

Looking at the desperate survivor surrounded by zombies under the high wall, Tang Ye opened his hands and shouted: Welcome to paradise (Welcome to heaven)

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I want an S-Rank skill too! I want it so badly, I could die for it!

Eh !? WHAT IS THE POINT OF GETTING ONE IF I DIE !?

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”