Apocalypse: I Slaughtered My Way Through the First Run, and the System Dumped a Baby on Me

[Female-audience novel with a male-audience style, invincible power fantasy, told from the bottom’s perspective, nonhuman love interest, never takes human form!]

[The protagonist ascended to godhood in his first life. In his second, he takes his kid (crossed out) and his wife everywhere, utterly unstoppable.]

[Easygoing, laid-back, hungry husband top × stubborn, feral, doglike bottom with maxed-out combat skills]

[From beginning to end, the biggest villain is the stubborn, warm-hearted protagonist himself. His own personality is his greatest obstacle.]

Wen Shiran was born a killer.

Unlike ordinary people, his emotions, whether pain, joy, jealousy, or anger, all manifested as a thick, clinging bloodlust.

So when the apocalypse game arrived, his first instinct was to grab a fire axe.

Then he beat the game, wiping out everything from the beginner village zombies to the magical Pokemon on the rooftop. He sent every last one of them to hell.

And then he got stuck.

The apocalypse game was essentially a “civilization selection” process, and Wen Shiran had killed off all “civilization.”

With no candidates and no future civilization, the entire timeline ground to a halt.

The game System fell silent for three days, then restarted the timeline with tears in its eyes.

But to keep this menace from slaughtering all of humanity in his second life, the game System gritted its teeth and assigned him an “emotional anchor to prevent rampages”: a little alien brought over from another world.

The little alien was dark and tiny, looked like a chunk of meat coral, and liked to paw at Wen Shiran’s fingers and rub against them.

Wen Shiran: Ahem, it’s kind of cute…⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄.

The System breathed a sigh of relief: I knew this menace was not only wired wrong in the head, but had bizarre taste, too.