In the third year of global male extinction, I am the last man alive.
In order not to be regarded as a "reproductive tool" or an "experiment", I disguised myself as a woman and survived in a world dominated by women.
But I forgot that I couldn't hide my Adam's apple, my strength, or even my strangeness towards women.
Ling Shuang, the captain of the search team, always stared at my neck: "You seem to be different from other women."
Gentle neighbor Su Qing knocked on the door late at night: "I know you are a man and I will hide it for you, but you have to do me a favor."
Fanatic Rose took my hair sample and sneered at the city-wide search: "Find that man and cut him into pieces!"
The edge of identity exposure jumped repeatedly, but I discovered that the truth about the virus exterminating men is far more terrifying than imagined - and I am not only a survivor, but also the key to healing the world!
Taboo ambiguity, extreme escape, counterattack due to lack of information, in a world full of women, I counterattack by pretending, and am I still being snatched by strong women?
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If you don't have a golden finger, you can experience being a cow or a horse.
If you don't have a golden finger, you can experience being a cow or a horse.