The Evil God at My Bedside with a Baby in the Dead of Night

Jin Yin was a veteran monster hunter with off-the-charts combat prowess, a ruthless heart, and a short temper.

He'd struggled for years in this land overrun by aliens. What kind of alien hadn't he seen?

The dark and terrifying, the filthy and deranged, the grotesque and bizarre... No matter the type, he slaughtered them without mercy.

But this delicate, lovesick lunatic of an alien standing before him was one of a kind.

A man of uncanny beauty wore a grimy, torn, heavily embroidered pure-white wedding dress. His cheeks were flushed with a sickly red, and his vertical pupils brimmed with infatuation as they locked onto Jin Yin.

He shoved his forearm into his own chest, the wet squelch of churning flesh ringing out again and again.

"Wait... wife... long... human... gift..."

Blood sprayed everywhere. The alien bride blushed coyly, fidgeted, and pressed down on the restless bulge beneath his skirt before dropping to his knees, his many arms and legs moving awkwardly.

His delicate fingertips trembled as he lifted a still-beating, blood-soaked heart above his head, offering it reverently to his destined wife.

"..."

The cigarette fell from Jin Yin's mouth.

Deranged. Completely deranged. What kind of era was this, that aliens were proposing to monster hunters?

In his life, Jin Yin had never fallen into anyone's hands. Except for Kaspar's.

Who could have guessed that beneath that beautiful wedding dress were heaps of his dad's slimy tentacles?

He had too many arms. There was no way to escape.

Not only could Jin Yin not escape, but that damn alien even planted an egg in his belly, turning him into a laughingstock among all the monster hunters in the lower city.

One misstep, a lifetime of regret: Jin Yin, the legendary ex-hunter, had no awareness whatsoever of being a pregnant man and kept taking dangerous jobs.

Until one day, an alien knocked Jin Yin from a high tower, and he was about to die without a body left intact.

A thick, dark, deathly stillness instantly engulfed the entire lower city. Sticky, powerful tentacles wrapped around the monster hunter's lean waist.

As he plunged down, Jin Yin saw his neglected spouse, who stayed home crying every day and was good for nothing but his looks: his frail, newlywed tentacle darling.

With his beautiful face, he silently sent out countless bizarre, terrifying tentacles and strangled the alien to death, swallowing it whole.

He even found time to extend one small tentacle and wrap it sweetly around Jin Yin's fingertip, giving it a coy little wiggle as if showing off.

The baby was born after all. When a friend came to visit Jin Yin, he saw the little tentacle clinging to the head of the tentacled alien and couldn't help warning Jin Yin to be careful.

"It's fine. I know what I'm doing." Jin Yin glanced at the tentacle in the kitchen, wearing a pink apron and cooking with the baby on its head, and scoffed. "All it does is take care of the baby and cook. What threat could it possibly pose?"

He had no idea what he was doing.

His friend sighed. The guy was completely besotted.

A sweet, lovesick, girlish, dark and deranged tentacle-top x a foul-mouthed, stone-faced monster hunter with off-the-charts combat prowess, forced to carry an egg

Theme: Work hard to build a happy life