Can You Become a God Through Card Draws? What About a Gambling Addict? [Insectoid]

[Teacher Shen is dealing cards live]

[Insect race + ensemble cast + cards + no CP + memoir + suggestive]

[This is not romance; that tag was added without permission]

[The insect race in this story is not StarCraft’s Zerg. It depicts the insect race genre as written for women.]

God, God, open your eyes. A crown of bones is woven, frost tears hang.

An indistinct figure sits upon the frozen throne.

A crown of thorns woven from bones rests on the god’s head, streaked with blood-red frost.

The god opens their eyes, and two blood-red tears fall.

God, God, open your eyes. The aurora pierces the skull, enacting devotion.

The faithful kneel and wag their tails, begging for the god’s gaze.

God, God, open your eyes. The faithful flay their skin to embroider the divine oracle.

The faithful have nothing, and can only offer themselves up to prove their loyalty.

“Father, please look at me.”

Shen Qifeng opened his eyes.

Everything felt both strange and familiar.

After getting dressed and forgetting everything that had happened in the dream, he left home for school.

An unknown presence was always whispering in his ear.

Sometimes it said “Father,” and sometimes it said a name.

He looked up at the sky.

It was just as it had always been.

As he stepped through the school gates, a classmate who looked remarkably like him came to his side. Amid the murmuring, the classmate smiled gently and said, “Fa… Xiao Qi, how did you sleep last night?”

Shen Qifeng lifted his lashes, his voice languid.

“I had a dream.”

The classmate’s smile grew even gentler, their voice ethereal and clear.

“What kind of… dream was it?”

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Father, please look at me.

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Note:

1. There are tons of original ideas!!! This is my take on the insect race genre.

2. The first part of the main story continues the events of How a Modeler Survives in the Insect World (though it does not pick up directly where it left off).