I Raise the Evil God Like a Kid, and He Turns the Horror Game Upside Down

For some inexplicable reason, Sang Ning couldn't uninstall a little game called Raising a Baby from her phone.

Its pet was a pitch-black lump of clay with a few unruly little tentacles, pitiful and ugly.

Overcome with motherly love, Sang Ning checked in every day to feed it: Wangzai milk for calcium, Weilong spicy strips to whet its appetite, and, through the screen, she even used the "vacuum cleaner" item to suck up the giant monsters attacking it.

She watched the little black blob's affection level skyrocket, pink bubbles popping up on the screen every day.

One late night, Sang Ning was suddenly sucked into the SSS-rank deathtrap instance [Altar of the Myriad Gods], the only offering there, awaiting consumption by an ancient god.

Just as the sacrificial blade was about to fall, the entire horror game's sky screen came crashing down into nothingness.

A violent, oppressive eldritch presence instantly caused thousands upon thousands of evil spirits throughout the instance to explode on the spot.

A colossal, chaos-wreathed divine form blotted out the sky and tore through dimensions to descend. Tens of thousands of massive shadowy tentacles, each capable of crushing stars with ease, obediently spread out at Sang Ning's feet like a soft carpet.

The handsome, bewitching god, the corners of his eyes tinged red, carefully drew her into his arms and pouted as tiny pearls of tears fell from his eyes:

"Mom... No, Ningning, I tore apart all the instances that bullied you. Can I have a can of sweet milk as a reward tonight?"