After Marrying the General Again, the Madam Has Eight Babies at Once

One is a hapless office worker who transmigrates through three thousand small worlds to experience every human emotion, only to become a miserable mission-runner mercilessly exploited by the System;

The other is a cold-blooded killer of the Great Jing, born with an extraordinarily hard fate. He gets allergic whenever he encounters a woman, and kills whenever he has an allergic reaction. Only after meeting his destined woman does he finally get it up;

One has a woman's body but a man's heart, understands nothing about love, and thinks about nothing but completing her KPIs all day;

The other is a clingy puppy who falls in love with his own imaginary version of her, adores his wife, loves only her, and can't be driven away;

Then one day, she suddenly starts throwing up violently. Someone breaks down and sobs, “System! What kind of man gets pregnant? Have a heart!”

No way. She's going on strike!

[The Host is carrying octuplets. Saving one life is worth building a seven-story pagoda.]

Tang Sensen: “...”

[Host, count it out on your fingers. How many pagodas is that?]

One pregnancy... eight babies?

Eight times seven... fifty-six stories of pagodas!

Someone's vision goes black. Having a baby is one thing, but why does it come with seven more for free?

Does she look like a pig to you?

Bajie: Master, are you calling me?

Wukong: You idiot, what a pig's brain. Master is obviously so happy she's lost her mind.

Wujing: It's certainly worth celebrating. We'll soon have eight little junior disciples.

The killer says helplessly, “That's enough. She's my wife and those are my sons. Get in line behind me.”

The disciples: “She's our master.”

The killer: “She's my wife now!”

[Through all the twists and turns of fate, our love has endured across lifetimes. Though you no longer look as you once did, I know it's you. It has always been you.]

[Everything is destined, though we cannot see it.]