You transmigrate into a restricted novel. In the middle of the night, your boyfriend knocks on the door. His eyes are bloodshot as he grabs you by the waist and pushes you onto the bed.
To your horror, you realize there are more than two hands grabbing your waist.
His eyes are red with hunger.
You transmigrated into a restricted novel, but it was a bootleg. Your boyfriend is an awakened evil god, and he wants to eat you.
You kill him instead.
The evil god's followers are furious, shouting that they will burn you alive. At the last moment, you pick up a little boy by the roadside and claim he's the son you had with your boyfriend.
The little boy is fair-skinned and adorable. He timidly hides in your arms.
You teach him to call you Mother, but he refuses to speak.
Yet the pitch-black shadows at your feet writhe wildly. Like living creatures, they curl around your ankles and coil tightly around you.
The followers wear strange expressions of fear.
Somehow, you've become powerful thanks to your son.
A giant octopus covered in eyes respectfully calls you Madam.
When you take your kid out for a walk, fish-headed monsters lurk in every direction, bowing down to you.
One day, an undercover agent contacts you, saying he'll rescue you from this evil den.
You drool over his handsome face and ask your bargain-bin son if he'd like a new dad.
The next day, you hear that the agent's cover has been blown and he's going to be burned alive.
Amid a sea of people kneeling in worship, your bargain-bin son transforms into a tall, cold adult man.
In the flickering firelight, his silver hair moves like a living thing, brushing your cheek inch by inch.
He holds your chin and softly calls you "Mother."
- Obviously, you and the evil god are not related by blood
Told in third person
Blurb revised
Theme: A mother's love is great.
