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Reincarnated in the Forbidden Village

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 Hey! Hey! Eis woke up suddenly to his sister's voice pounding in his ears. "What? Whaaaaat happened?" he mumbled groggily, blinking away the haze of sleep. "Wake up! We need to take a bath!" Kaela's voice shouted exuberantly as she rushed out of the room. "We've got to go now!" Eis slowly sat up, his mind still foggy. As he looked around, he realised he was in a small, rustic hut, just a simple shelter made of wood and thatch, nestled somewhere in the wilds of Ignis. His body felt heavy, and as he moved to stand, a flood of memories began rushing into his mind, crashing like a tidal wave. His name was Eis Vulcan, a sixteen-year-old boy living in a world that was far more brutal and strange than anything he'd ever known. His thoughts drifted to the darkness he'd recently faced, thinking about the despair that had almost led him to end his own life, overwhelmed by relentless bullying. In this world, having a wide or curvy body was considered ugly, a mark of weakness. His mother and sister, Kaela, both had the kind of figures that drew ridicule in their society: curvy, beautiful, and proud. But in the world of Ignis, everything was different. It was a land of ancient mysteries, where myths and monsters thrived, and history was etched into every mountain and river. Exactly 6,000 years ago, two mysterious eggs fell from the sky, one in the cold of the mountain peaks, the other somewhere deep in the volcanic plains. Out of these eggs emerged two incredible creatures, one male and one female, each radiant and terrifying in its own right. These creatures, born from the celestial eggs, multiplied rapidly into countless beings. They weren't just monsters; they became a central part of the world's ecosystem. Their flesh, surprisingly, was a delicacy, highly sought after for its supposed power to strengthen the body and grant supernatural abilities. It was said that eating the meat of these monsters could elevate a human's power level, from mere mortal to demi-god and even divine. In Ignis, both humans and monsters had rankings, levels from Tier 1 to Tier 9, with demigods and gods at the pinnacle. Stay with as eis will go on adventures and claim curvy women additional tag #wincest
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