Do You Think I Care? [Western Fantasy]

[Please add Sleep God Is a Cool Young Guy to your reading list! Thank you, everyone!]

Murphy recently read a novel called Otherworldly Conquest. The beautiful Saint Conan Murphy, whose mysterious introduction made a huge splash, had amassed a whopping eight million female fans.

Then, later in the story, he inexplicably died in a truly awful way, prompting a legion of devoted fans to raise their knives. Murphy was the one who killed him most viciously...

And now, Conan Murphy, the radiant Holy Son of the Radiance Empire, was pondering the meaning of life.

One moment, he was pleased with himself for writing an eight-thousand-word negative review. The next, he opened his eyes to find himself in a great hall, praying alongside a congregation.

Feeling the position he was in, Murphy almost thought he'd transmigrated into someone doing yoga. His face blank, he thought: Well, this is a bit of a problem.

According to the original plot, this beautiful but powerless Holy Son would become a formidable ally to the protagonist, only to fail to withstand even a single slap from the God of Darkness and go meet his Radiant God...

Would Murphy let that happen?

Of course not!

Determined to keep a low profile and avoid the world, Murphy drove the protagonist away when he came to visit, then prepared to return to his cultivation and protect his life.

Wait, can someone tell him why the God of Darkness is in his bed???

The black-haired man gave him a wicked smile. "Sweetheart, how are you supposed to cultivate without me?"

Murphy: "No! I don't want to cultivate at all!"

And then the Holy Son got more cultivation than he could handle.

Upcoming Story:

After sleeping for two thousand years, the God of Sleep Shen Su found his temple abandoned and crumbling in the rain and wind. Looking at his gaunt subordinates, he resolved to change himself and become a cool young guy.

But he hadn't expected the mortal world to have changed, too.

"I'm under so much pressure. I'm awake until three or four every night and can't fall asleep. Which god can help me?"

"Please, melatonin isn't working anymore. Let me sleep!"

"I vow to lose ten pounds if you grant me a dreamless night's sleep."

Seeing all these prayers, Shen Su said, "??? That's it?"

Shen Su planned to descend to the mortal world and make a living by treating insomnia. He was bringing his whole household, but still needed somewhere to stay.

The room Qiao Su had listed online for over a month finally found its first tenant.

After going several days without sleep, Qiao Su opened the door to find a drenched young man with a backpack standing outside.

Qiao Su frowned. "Where's your luggage? What are you going to sleep under? How are you paying rent?"

Shen Su examined his dark circles, pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket, and tentatively held it out. "I can make you sleep whenever you want, forever free of insomnia. What do you think...?"

Qiao Su: "...Come in."

Shen Su: "Go to sleep already, or you'll go bald! Me? I'm a cool young guy. I only go bald if I sleep!"

* A lazy, pampered, overly familiar god who is the shou × a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted mortal gong drowning in stress

* You sleep today, I'll sleep tomorrow. Sleep is good for your health.

* As always, sweet enough to make your heart flutter.

Theme: Hold on to your kindness