The Lustful Young Master is Sinister! - Chapter 227: Exploration 4

Outside the planet, there is a dead and boundless darkness.

Unknown planets are connected, woven into shelters of life, and countless cosmic races explore, develop, multiply, and fight against the empty darkness.

The little nameless clan can gain power for hundreds of years, and the powerful clan of billions of years can disappear in an instant.

Cultivation and inheritance, Tianjiao contends for glory, and heroes rise.

The human race started strong and went to the end.

No. 5 Broken Star, 732 Island Town, Wang Yu started his cultivation.

A few years later, the human race has bloomed in every corner of the world.

Countless human race arrogance looked up at the only human race god emperor.

“God Emperor Wang Yu, how can I cultivate to follow in your footsteps?”

The god emperor looked back and was slightly surprised. “Cultivation is not just repetition over and over again. It will become natural after you have fully practiced. All of you are more talented and savvy than me. I believe I don’t need to say more about it.”

The arrogance of the human race looked at the figure of the god emperor floating away, and remained silent.

“Proficient, what is that…”

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Yuuta was the weakest, most average guy on Earth—barely surviving college, working a part-time job, and raised in a quiet orphanage with no real family to call his own. But everything changed the night he had a vivid dream... of marrying a stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world.He woke up thinking it was just a dream. Until she showed up in his room—with wings, horns, and a daughter who calls him Papa.Turns out, it wasn’t a dream. And now Yuuta’s life is anything but normal.With half her power sealed, the Dragon Queen—Erza—is stuck living in the human world, adapting to cramped apartments, dishwashing shifts, and the chaos of Earth. Yuuta, once a lonely soul, suddenly finds himself with a family, a responsibility, and feelings he never knew he was capable of.As fatherhood, monsters, magical secrets, and mysterious enemies creep into his life, Yuuta must rise—not as a hero, but as a man who has something worth protecting.

When her heart stopped, fireworks lit up his wedding.Tiana Linden was coughing up blood as she pushed her daughter Daisy in front of Aiden Grant to entrust her to him,he was trying on a wedding ring for Vivian Linden.“Daddy...” Daisy was just about to speak and was pushed aside.Aiden Grant tore up the paternity test with a cold laugh: “The daughter of a scammer, does she really deserve to enter the Grant Family?”He didn’t know that Daisy was deaf in her left ear and couldn't stand the harsh yelling,nor did he know that the critical illness notice in Tiana Linden’s bag read — terminal lung cancer.When Daisy had a high fever of 40°C and begged him to save her mom,Aiden Grant told the bodyguard to throw her into the stormy rain: “Don't learn to play the sympathy card like your mom!”While Tiana Linden crawled to pick up the scattered painkillers, there was only one belief in her mind.“Daisy can't live without a mother. She has to survive.”As the wedding march played, Aiden Grant rushed into the hospital room as if he were mad.He desperately pressed the defibrillator: “Tiana Linden! Do you think pretending to be dead will absolve you of guilt!”As the monitor's alarm sounded, declaring Tiana Linden’s death, he panicked at that moment...Later, many saw the president of the Grant Company kneeling in a garden filled with eustoma, crying bitterly:“The eustoma I planted has bloomed...Tiana, I miss you so much...”

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.