Straight, but Father of Eight

Fang Xubai woke up to find that the world had gone mad.

To be precise, he was the one who made the world go mad.

After working overtime on a stormy night, he was on his way home when he stopped at a convenience store to buy a grilled sausage. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in another world, where asphalt flowed through the streets.

Blood vessels crawled out of neon lights, and the celebrities on billboards grinned at him, their smiles stretching to their ears.

[Welcome home, Mother.]

Countless voices roared inside his head.

Many years later, Fang Xubai still didn't understand.

He hated being touched by these contaminants. Probably.

"...Get your hand off me."

He lay listlessly on the bed, frowning as something slowly wriggled beneath the skin of his abdomen.

"Don't touch me."

"...Disgusting."

But those things still clung to him. Their cold, slimy tentacles slithered out of the shadows like snakes, winding around his wrists, ankles, and neck.

"Mother..."

"...So hungry."

He closed his eyes and sank into the blankets.

'Get lost.'

But he was the contamination itself.

He was the breeding ground for monsters.

1. Fang Xubai, male, unconventional mpreg, not 1v1. Pure indulgence, with every nonhuman creature I wanted to write thrown in.

2. He's really bothered by all these sticky things. Maybe.

(The blurb may still change. This is just the first draft.)

Coming soon: Helping Me Win Over My Mission Target Is Everyone in the Galaxy

1.

He Yu woke up to find he had transmigrated.

The good news: He'd transmigrated into the recently popular interstellar war game, Age of Chaos, and got bound to a System.

The bad news: He'd become the bottom-ranked student in the logistics department of a human military academy. His major was "Interstellar Battlefield Supplies Management and Equipment Maintenance," commonly known as... a battlefield mechanic.

He Yu looked down at his skinny arms and legs, then at his physical fitness test score of 29, and finally at the glaring prompt on the System screen:

[Win over Alez, one of the Demon Race's Round Table Demons]

He slowly typed a question mark.

"System, wake up! He's one of the bosses in a late-game dungeon who can split a planet in half with one strike! And I can't even afford a ticket to his lair!"

[Ding! Host's lack of motivation detected. Task assistance mode activated automatically.]

[Starter pack delivered: Demon Race Aesthetic Preferences Analysis Report x1]

[Helpful reminder: Your target has recently taken an interest in human handicrafts.]

He Yu: "...Is this System seriously messed up?"

Starting task: [Give Alez an embroidered handkerchief. (Reward: Cyborg Race Gamma Branch Construction Diagram)]

He Yu: "..."

"I don't even know where he is. How am I supposed to give him anything?"

He closed the System panel and decided to pretend he hadn't seen it.

Then, a day later, the military academy suddenly held an "Interstellar Culture Festival" and required every student to submit an embroidered item.

He Yu casually turned in a handkerchief he'd embroidered himself.

A week later, the task was complete.

[Reward delivered: Cyborg Race Gamma Branch Construction Diagram (Complete Edition)]

He Yu stared at the file that had appeared out of nowhere in his terminal, utterly baffled.

"I completed the task? I haven't even seen Alez's shadow!"

2.

Alez, one of the Demon Race's Seven Commanders, suddenly noticed a line of floating text in his field of vision one day:

[Give Alez an embroidered handkerchief. (Reward: Cyborg Race Gamma Branch Construction Diagram)]

He narrowed his crimson eyes and sneered. "Whose illusion is this? How boring."

He casually mentioned it at a meeting of the Demon Round Table, only to find that all the high-ranking demons were giving him strange looks.

Alez: "...You can see it too?"

The demons: "Sure, but what does that have to do with us?"

He thought it over and decided to ignore it.

A week later, he encountered the human army. The humans suddenly sent an envoy to present him with a handkerchief embroidered with crooked little flowers, saying, "The human He Yu admires Lord Alez and embroidered this especially for him."

Alez: "..."

He looked down at the task description on the panel, then at the handkerchief, and fell silent for a long while.

Task complete.

[Reward delivered: Cyborg Race Gamma Branch Weakness Analysis]

Alez: "...Interesting."

3.

The human military recently held a "Cyborg Race Construction Theory Contest" with generous prizes.

He Yu looked at the [Cyborg Race Gamma Branch Construction Diagram] in his System and hesitated, but eventually submitted it.

Two months later, the humans won a decisive victory in their battle against the Cyborg Race, precisely striking the Gamma Branch's energy core.

Looking at the battle report, Alez suddenly realized:

"Damn! Can the humans see that task panel too?!"

4.

He Yu had been very confused lately.

His System tasks kept completing for no apparent reason:

[Task: Give Alez a flower and receive a gift in return.]

The next day, an envoy from the Demon Race delivered a bouquet of roses, saying they were "a gift in return from Lord Alez."

[Task: Have dinner together.]

The human military suddenly arranged a "social dinner between the two races" and seated him next to Alez.

[Task: Hold hands once.]

On the battlefield, Alez "casually" pulled him out of danger and even squeezed his wrist.

He Yu: "???"

"Isn't this romance progress a little too fast?!"

Theme: Even if you fall into the muddiest, most wretched world, you have to pick yourself up. Because even when you're no longer powerful or in your prime, someone will always love you with all their heart until death.