What Do I Do with This Little Brat I Picked Up?

The Eighth Star Zone is the most chaotic and dangerous place in the entire Alliance.

The young master, who had lived in the Third Zone for seventeen years, had never seen such a rowdy, disorganized, garish dive bar.

Nor had he ever seen such a fierce, haughty, and dazzlingly beautiful black-haired young man.

An innocent, devoted young master gong x a stunning beauty who's weathered countless hardships and grown ruthless shou (the young master is the gong!)

----The complete story is 11,000 words, all in one go, happy ending----

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#A beloved-by-all demon lord shou, a black-hearted immortal who pursues his pregnant husband in every way imaginable#

The demon lord is despised by all, ruthless and cruel.

The immortal lord is as cool as snow, with the greater good in his heart.

Yet on the night the demon army launched its 170th attack on the Southern Heavenly Gate, an accident led the demon lord to spend the night with his nemesis, who was not in his right mind.

Afterward, the demon lord clutched his lower back in fury, spending every day thinking about how to cut off the immortal lord's head.

But the immortal lord was noble and honorable, gentle as jade

He always accepted the demon lord's challenges. When the demon lord got tired from fighting, he escorted him back. When the demon lord felt sick, he even brought him water.

Wait! Why did he feel sick?

It wasn't until the demon lord's 180th assault on the Southern Heavenly Gate that he felt his slightly rounded belly, blacked out, and fell into the immortal lord's arms.

The great demon: You bastard! You defeated loser! Ugh... I'll tear you to pieces... Ugh, ugh...

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The demon lord heard that he was being "confined" beneath the gloomy Demon-Suppressing Tower.

But... looking at the sunny courtyard brimming with spiritual energy, he wondered if the immortal realm had a different definition of gloomy.

Except that the immortal lord had been acting strangely lately.

The immortal lord, who should have been as cold as frost, stood before him every day, white robes like snow, his eyes churning with emotion.

"Whose child is it?"

The demon lord was sick of the question and rolled his eyes. "It's my sweetheart's. Got a problem with that?"

"Then where is he?"

The immortal lord gritted his teeth, barely holding back his anger.

"Sorry," the demon lord said with a brazen smile. "He's dead and gone."

#How do you deal with a nemesis who just won't stay dead?

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The demon lord didn't know that a portrait was hidden in the room of the aloof, solitary immortal lord.

The person in the painting wore black from head to toe, with a bold, flamboyant face.

The white-robed immortal lord had traced those striking features countless times, turbulent emotions lurking beneath his usually gentle gaze.

The immortal lord also didn't know that a thousand years ago, he had descended to the mortal realm to undergo a trial, and that the memories of that life had been erased.

In the mortal realm, he had married a man, exchanged vows with him, and given him his most precious keepsake.

Later, when the immortal lord regained his memories, his gaze turned dark. Clutching the keepsake he'd lost a thousand years ago, he cornered the pale-faced demon lord at the foot of the bed.

"Whose child is it?"

"My sweetheart's."

The demon lord kept stubbornly insisting otherwise.

The immortal lord laughed in fury, placing one hand on the demon lord's round, pregnant belly. His touch was gentle, but left no room for refusal.

"With that big belly, Your Majesty still wants to see your sweetheart?"

[Black-hearted, love-struck immortal lord gong, gentle on the outside and a lunatic within x A beloved-by-all demon lord shou, unaware of his own charm, tsundere, short-tempered, and swaggering, who can only be won over with gentle coaxing]

Thesis: Study hard.