Xiao Sang, a young boy from the junk planet, had just boarded a stowaway boat when he was sunk by a damn interstellar anti-smuggling ship and ejected to an interstellar arena.
Fighting, hunting, live broadcasting... Hey, this group of tentacle monsters that came up to him during the escape and made a nest in his hair were soft and sticky, and they seemed to be very scared?
It's pitiful. It must be an infant whose mental body failed to develop and was forcibly stripped away by the Sentinel master?
... That night, in the luminometer of the Interstellar Live Channel, the small tentacle expanded into a shape-shifting monster with teeth and claws.
After a cold-blooded fight, brutal slaughter, and crushing of all obstacles, the behemoth put away its sharp claws and fangs, and weakly crawled back to the young man's henhouse.
Onlookers from all over the galaxy: ... This horse-riding guy is outrageous, okay? .
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Federation Marshal Gu Lingfeng has fallen ill since he commanded an interstellar anti-smuggling war.
He was in a coma during the day, his mental power fluctuated violently late at night, and all his body data was so chaotic that it looked like it would explode at any time.
The most terrifying thing is that his spiritual body cannot be summoned at all.
Until one day, the family doctor accidentally raised his head and glanced at the holographic projection on the wall.
Yoho!
"Marshal, good news, your son's mysteriously lost spiritual body has been found."
"Ah, great! Where is it?"
"The bad news is, it seems like it's gone crazy and it thinks the thief is its father."
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... Xiao Sang hugged the little tentacle monster that depended on each other vigilantly: "You said, this is your spiritual body?"
The icy-handsome federal young marshal looked indifferent: "Yes, thank you for always helping me soothe it."
Xiao Sang: "It's not comforting, okay?!"
"That's not the point. The point is that I want to take it home."
Xiao Sang: "But it is tugging at my hair, as if it doesn't recognize you."
The young marshal thought for a while, and a huge and ferocious tentacle monster formed a shadow behind him.
"Hello, let's get to know each other. This is my spiritual body. Can you accept it as well?"
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Intention: Destiny is the strongest shackles, connecting you and me who should never meet.
