God of Pregnancy and Evil

"What are you going to breed today?" "Supernatural creature or magical object?" "Forget it, I'll figure it out myself." [No heroine + Grammatical world view + Breeding flow] I woke up late at night and felt a strange belly. Not life, but a gift from the mother of all things. He walked through the fog of knowledge, stepped through the undercurrent of the starry sky, and escaped the whisper of the abyss. But every time I look back, I hear the same voice. This book is also called "I Have Many Children and Many Blessings in the Grammatical World"