HE / 1v1 / dual growth lines / inhuman male protagonist / team infrastructure / daily direction / anti-routine
I picked up a black egg covered with dust. A black-scaled snake as thick as a thumb hatched. Mortal level, non-toxic, scales as soft as paper.
It doesn't call me mother, and it doesn't recognize the Lord.
It calls me "stupid human".
Every morning he patted my tiger's mouth with the tip of his tail, rubbed my fingers, and ate the black bread I broke.
Later someone told me that he was not a mortal black scaled snake.
I just forgot who I was.
It doesn't matter.
I remember he loved brown bread...
