The Entire Federation Went Mad After We Got Engaged

After a certain war against the heterospecies, the lofty general of the Federation became a sickly invalid, downgraded from an outstanding SSS-rank warrior to a mediocre C-rank ordinary person.

Facing the sneers of old enemies and rivals, he calmly announced that he would officially retire from the military and hold a wedding, then spend the rest of his life in peace.

The whole world was in an uproar.

The person the general announced he was marrying was merely an ordinary Federation citizen, someone who had appeared out of nowhere, with no status or connections and an air of ordinariness from head to toe.

The general had expected plenty of people to kick him while he was down and was prepared for unscrupulous media to mock and disparage him. He never imagined that the first to leap to his defense would be his former enemies.

A tycoon with wealth rivaling an entire nation angrily shut down the flood of gossip online, then stormed over and threatened him with a dark expression, demanding that he end the engagement immediately.

An arrogant Federation congressman lost his composure on the spot. He was willing to give up his right to run for office just to keep the general by his side, pinning him in a corner and demanding to know why he would debase himself.

Another marshal, equally distinguished in battle, refused to back down. He coldly declared that if the general did not end the engagement, he would use every means at his disposal to imprison him. The general would never be allowed to marry anyone else.

They did all this because the fiancé was so weak that he was unworthy of the once-radiant Federation general. Or perhaps there were also some obscure, unspoken feelings that even they themselves had never noticed...

The former Federation general, at the center of the controversy, merely gave a cold laugh and ignored the farce. He reached out, lifted his fiancé's chin, and gazed at his deceptively human face with a grim, mocking smile.

"Great Heterospecies Emperor, take a look. Nobody thinks you're good enough..."

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Lan Jichuan could never forget the strange, icy whisper of the heterospecies that reached his ear as his starship collapsed and he lay dying.

"--Don't reject me."

Survive.

Even if it meant having a heterospecies inject him with genetic factors, turning him into its companion and making him its prisoner.

He had to survive.

For the souls who had died unjustly, he would crawl out of hell if he had to.

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* Heterospecies Emperor x Federation Morning Star

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Coming soon: "Pregnant with Something Sinister." Add it to your collection if you're interested!

Every time Wen Yao woke from the damp darkness, surrounded by his warm offspring, he would remember the day he first arrived at the laboratory as an intern and saw "It."

It had been a complete and utter trap.

On the surface, it was an internship. In reality, it was a way to gather a group of young, clever students so "It" could choose its... food.

Wen Yao was one of them, both food and sacrifice.

That day was also the first time "It" had responded to a human prayer.

Fanatical researchers threw Wen Yao into a feeding tank, hoping to earn more divine favor from "It."

"If It doesn't eat you right away, darling... then you have to find a way to please and worship It. That's the only thing you can do to stay alive."

The devil's believer said with a smile.

Everyone thought Wen Yao was as good as dead. But a few months later, something stirred in "Its" nest. A vast, uncanny force razed the laboratory to the ground. As the researchers lay dying, they saw a scene they would never forget.

"Its" beautiful, immense body unfurled beneath the stars, radiating the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, like a god.

A familiar figure was nestled in the arms of the god, sleeping with his eyes closed, his expression gentle and his cheeks rosy. Like the nectar dripping from a delicate flower, he was filled with the scent of ripeness, as if he had been very well cared for.

Yet his belly had a subtle swell, and the faint stirrings of life could be sensed within...

* Mpreg

First draft of the blurb written on 2025.6.27

Theme: Never give up too easily.