The State Assigned Me Three Wives, but None of Them Are Human

The moment Lin Mo opened his eyes, he received a text from the government: “Your cross-civilization spouse match has been confirmed. Please be ready to sign for delivery.”

The delivery method was intense.

Three bolts of lightning pierced his ceiling and sent him three “brides”:

Bride Number One, a sword-wielding immortal cultivator, drew her sword and looked around in dismay. “This place is too small. I’ll expand it into a two-bedroom apartment with one slash.”

Bride Number Two, a mechanical AI, scanned Lin Mo impassively. “Biological efficiency is too low. Reformatting and recycling recommended.”

Bride Number Three, a spiritual singer, had just opened her mouth and said, “Waaah!”

Every light bulb, television, and electric kettle in the house burst into tears.

And that wasn’t all. A broken-down program calling itself the “Seeds of Civilization Protocol” booted up in his brain:

Two more wives are on their way: a military commander and an interstellar CEO.

If he couldn’t get the representatives of five alien civilizations to genuinely accept Earth within two years, the planet would be reformatted into dust.

And Lin Mo’s only golden finger consisted of memory fragments from his past life as an administrator, along with a silver tongue that could make the dead sound alive and the living sound crazy.

Looking at the sword immortal ready to tear his home apart, the AI trying to reboot him, and the singer making the voltage in the entire building fluctuate, Lin Mo took a deep breath of milk tea and smiled.

You can tear the place apart, but you’ll do it by my rules.

After all, saving the world is important.

But milk tea has to be extra sweet.

Besides, you wouldn’t want…

The commander wife arriving later to find out that you were the ones who destroyed our first home, would you?

Interstellar love triangle chaos + hilarious trope subversion + System-driven + one man, five wives

When immortal swordsmanship collides with scientific cultivation, and absolute rationality encounters baffling human behavior, Earth’s future depends on how long this silver tongue can hold out.