Being dragged into a weird talk about the rules that was broadcast live around the world, I forcefully kissed the most handsome sleeping ancient corpse in the dungeon as a talisman. I treat him as an NPC, but he changes the rules and makes things weird for me. When I returned to reality with the ball, the domineering fiancé who once hated me to the bone came to the door, and my "NPC husband" also tore apart space and came. A strange tide surged behind him, but his eyes were locked on the baby in my arms: "Have you had enough fun? The baby seems to be mine."
