Wuthering Waves: From Frost Tortoise to Divine Beast

[Wuthering Waves] + [Third-Person Perspective] + [Frost Tortoise] + [Devour and Evolve] + [System] + [Comedy]

I’m a tortoise, an utterly ordinary soul from Earth.

One second, I was passionately arguing with a truck driver who’d run a red light;

the next, I’d become an adorable little turtle that had just hatched.

I thought I’d drawn the short straw from the start and would have to survive by relying on my trusty “Turtle Head Retreat” technique.

But it turned out Heaven had given me not only a cheat: the [Devour and Evolve System],

but an even bigger one, too:

looks.

Yes, I mean the looks of the young ladies I meet.

Every single one of them looks like she’s been run through a beauty filter. It’s completely unfair.

There’s the energetic redhead who’ll point a gun in your face at the slightest disagreement;

the sweet girl-next-door, so gentle she seems to drip with tenderness, and who appears to understand my “coo-coo” calls;

the white-haired older beauty, as cold as an iceberg, who’s always trying to dissect me for research;

and the gorgeous boss with dragon horns and dragon scales, whose smile makes my XP system explode on the spot…