All the Cubs I Picked Up Are Divine Beings

Next novel: The Paper Doll Starts a Real-World Gaming Empire in the Beast World. ** The Fourth Dorm on Desolate Star is the most dangerous place in the Beast World. Terrifying monsters live there, with blue faces and fangs, bloodthirsty and volatile, rated S for danger. People hear a new dorm supervisor has arrived and feel sorry for him. But instead of news of his demise, they see the dorm thriving. He leads the residents out of poverty, helps them rebuild their home, and keeps bringing in more and more adorable, pitiful little ones. But as he keeps taking them in, the little ones turn out to be more and more extraordinary. The world: "Holy crap, isn't that the marshal | business tycoon | entertainment mogul | medical grandmaster | mechanical scientist | mercenary queen? Who exactly is this guy?" The dorm supervisor, whose combat strength is off the charts and whose affability is maxed out, smiles gently when interviewed. "I'm just a lost traveler." The ancient hidden families who see the interview are thrown into a frenzy: "Oh my gosh! The Beast! God! Himself!" P.S. The Beast World has pheromones, and the story will feature various little gods and divine beasts. P.P.S. The protagonist's status is noble. He starts at max level, reaches godhood, and sleeps straight through to the future. The little ones he raised at home have all become interstellar bigwigs. P.P.P.S. Beloved by all, beloved by all. An interstellar version of building up a desolate planet. ** Upcoming novel: I, the Imperial Crown Prince, Raise Paper Dolls by Picking Up Trash. I'm invincible, adored by all, and become a god. A gaming app bigwig arrives in the Beast World, turns into a paper doll, and gets picked up by someone and brought home. The person who takes him in is blind, lame, poor, and ugly, and makes a living picking through trash. What a pitiful life. Paper doll: "I'm the main System in this game. I can give you a city, good health, and a workforce." Gu Wenyuan is the crown prince of the empire, the richest man in the interstellar world, and an eight-thousand-year-old hottie. Betrayal and a terminal illness send him into the abyss. In the final days of his life, his frozen heart is stirred. He stares deeply at Mo Shi, his eyes full of anguish and a fervent, obsessive longing. "If I weren't terminally ill, I would confess my feelings and never let you go." Mo Shi: "Stay strong. Even if you're ugly and poor, you've recovered now. Don't worry, picking through trash isn't shameful work." Gu Wenyuan: "???" Notes in Crown Prince Gu's little diary: #Clear skies. I still haven't managed to admit that I'm not ugly or poor, and that I don't pick through trash. _(:з"∠)_ Gu Wenyuan: "My big brother's army is attacking. Go. I can handle him." Mo Shi: "Picking through trash is so demanding these days. Now you have to fight for territory with mechs? I'll post a quest and summon ten thousand players to crush him with their battleships. Don't worry, all the trash here is yours!" Theme: An interstellar age unlike any other.