After a Hundred Billion Years of Painful Childbirth, the Gods Call Me Mom?

(Plot-driven + no System) “First, let me make it clear: I’m a man through and through. Second, I admit... you really are my children.” Jiang Yening rubbed his forehead, unable to understand how something so absurd could have happened to him. On the surface, the world was being led into a new age of civilization by the Boiling Water faction. But under cover of the unseen night, countless extraordinary people were fighting against the uncanny and the mythical. They bore the weight of the world, shared the name “patients,” and all practiced the same profession: night watchmen.