The God Virus - Chapter 424: Who Can Stop Me!

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin before this, system!’Imagine that you lived a painfully average life, died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered and gave you a second chance in another world.There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days.Which means, for about two months. Because I’m a bee. And my queen is also a bee. And bees don’t live for long.The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop my bee colony. A hard task in this huge world filled with dangerous and hungry beasts, other war-hungry insect tribes, and natural disasters.But I have a hundred thousand daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable!===Note: no NTR, harem, incest, or outright smut.

In Amukelo, you can expect a fantasy adventure filled with action and complex characters facing tough moral choices. The story involves intense battles, quests across dangerous lands, and a deeper struggle against both demonic forces and inner turmoil. Themes of revenge, redemption, friendship, and the weight of past trauma are woven throughout, with high stakes that escalate as the world faces a growing supernatural threat.

As the number one pill alchemist of the immortal world, Mu Chen had always believed that it was because he had single-mindedly focused on concocting pills that led to him to neglect disciplining his disciple. Which in turn, caused his disciple to be led astray by the seduction of devil cultivation, leading to the three realms to fall to disaster. After his rebirth, Mu Chen resolved to properly teach his disciple, give him the very best resources, earnestly love him, carry him close to his heart, teach him by way of example, and didn’t let him grow corrupt.

Sure enough, his disciple became more and more “intimate”. Every day his disciple even crawled into his bed, rubbing against his chest and clinging to his thigh. It was just that his expression isn’t exactly quite right……

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My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.