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Arthas is a Beast

Jack_Frost
There is no such thing as saving Azeroth alone; only by being surrounded by women can one enjoy themselves. Dragons, high elves, night elves, female trolls, female orcs, and female draenei, no female will be overlooked... The beast's pure pursuit of love. (This is a World of Warcraft fanfic with R18 scenes) (All characters are fictional and in no way represent anyone in reality) This is a translation for "A Beast in World of Warcraft". Ive seen other people post translations but they all are kinda bad so wanted to do my own. I translated it for my own reading but figured id post it for others who might also want to read it. This is AI Translated, I just touch it up here and there, mainly trying to put the right names and genders as the translators have a tough time with them
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The Infinite Weave

Reality is not solid. It is interpreted. Across existence stretch invisible Threads that bind together time, memory, causality, fate, and countless unseen laws. Most beings live and die without ever perceiving them. But some awaken. Those who perceive the Threads begin touching the deeper structure of reality itself. Some become Regressors—beings capable of moving through fractured sequences of time. Others ascend further, becoming Concept Users, individuals whose understanding allows reality to partially accept their interpretation of existence. The strongest are feared not for power alone, but because the world itself begins agreeing with them. Above all stand the Seven Thrones: Life. Death. Order. Chaos. Void. Probability. Perfection. They are not rulers. They are the laws by which reality stabilizes itself. But stability is not the same as truth. When Eryndor survives a regression event that should have erased him, he becomes something reality cannot properly define. Not yet a Concept User. Not yet a monster. But an inconsistency. As hidden wars unfold between the Imperium, ancient dragons, Concept bearers, and forces that exist beneath interpretation itself, Eryndor begins uncovering fragments of a forgotten existence erased from reality long ago. And buried within those fragments lies something impossible: Origin. The point from which meaning itself begins. If the Thrones are the laws of existence— then Origin may be the place those laws were first written. And if reality discovers what Eryndor is becoming— it may decide he was never meant to exist at all.
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