[Mosui Sui’s online dog-training session~]
[Interstellar + ABO + Tycoon System + Fantasy Species + Bottom Protagonist + Multiple Secret Identities + Nonhuman Characters + Splits + Villain + Mild R-rated Content]
[No fixed CP in the main story, so ship whoever you like. The ending is one-on-one.]
For reasons unknown, Lin Mosui and his System husband were kicked into an interstellar world by some @#%* deity from the insect race’s world.
Good news: there’s a System, a tycoon System.
Bad news: it’s not his System husband.
[Ding~ Suitable target detected. Binding initiated.]
Lin Mosui scowled. “Who are you? Where’s my husband?”
[Ding~ Host detected as having no husband~]
“Smack.”
System 123 stared at its newly bound Host in disbelief after being slapped.
“You took my husband’s place, and now you’re telling me I don’t have one?!”
System diary:
[I bound a Host who’s mentally ill. He thinks he has a System husband.]
*
Lin Mosui stood on a garbage planet, looking around with a critical eye.
“If I win over the male lead, can I get my husband back?”
[Yes.]
Lin Mosui looked at the lump huddled in a corner and said,
“Come with me.”
“I’ll feed you and give you a place to stay.”
A filthy little puppy hid in the shadows, gazing at the radiant red-haired boy with wide-eyed wonder.
*
A foolish red-haired elf had wandered into the Silver Pivot Palace of the Empire.
The poor little elf. We must treat him to the very best.
Xilaxier thought this, sorrow filling his eyes.
He prayed without pause
Prayed to the gods:
“Please show mercy to this poor elf.”
Holy light fell, and the poor elf was destined to perish.
