Weak and Pitiful, but with Eighteen Tent**lese

Jiang Que is a monster.

He awakened in the abyss and was trapped in the abyss, surviving only by devouring human emotions.

Humans, lazy and ungrateful. Their emotions were tasteless and unsatisfying.

Jiang Que had been feeding on them for a whole eighteen years, successfully killing ten of his formerly eighteen tent**les.

He finally grew furious.

To preserve the health of his remaining eight tent**les, Jiang Que decided to annihilate humanity and find a new source of food.

And so.

Blizzards raged, the sky turned dark, with low-pressure storm clouds.

Volcanoes erupted, spewing black smoke and lava, rendering the land barren.

The earth cracked and all living things trembled.

As natural disasters ravaged the world and humanity was on the verge of extinction-

At that moment, a romance novel fell into the abyss.

Jiang Que: Ahem! (*swallows it whole*)

!!! (*Pupils dilate*)

Such a beautiful love exists in the world!

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Serious and stern, Shen Tazhi, the head of the Shen family, had a secret.

He had been reborn.

In the previous life, during the apocalypse and calamities, he was betrayed and abandoned, left destitute, and by chance, fell into the abyss.

There was nothing in the abyss, except for a small creature with porcelain-white skin, black hair and black eyes, tearfully cradling its dead tent**les, shedding tears.

He encountered a monster.

Shen Tazhi lowered his gaze, thinking so.

The small creature looked up at him, curiosity overtaking its sadness, and with its remaining seven tent**les, it dragged him into its lair.

[Have you come from the outside! Can you tell me stories!]

[We can find food for you, anything you want, just tell us stories!]

The real-life equivalent of the King of Hell, Shen Tazhi, who had never told stories to anyone before: …

“…What story do you want to hear?”

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Reborn before the end of the world, Shen Tazhi only did one thing.

He brought the written version of the romance novel he had crafted in his previous life back to the abyss.

The small creature was still huddled, holding onto its dead tent**les and crying. Shen Tazhi half-squatted down, soothingly saying:

“Don’t cry, I’ll tell you a story, okay?”

He lowered his head and gently kissed the small creature’s tentacle, his ears turning slightly red.

“tent**les… can also be nurtured. I’ll be here with you.”

Jiang Que: !?!

What a kind-hearted person QAQ!!

To repay the other’s kindness, Jiang Que decided to express his affection in the most direct way possible.

He revealed his thickest, most beautiful tentacle, covered in barbs:

“Hello, nice to meet you! This is my reproductive tentacle. Can you bear my offspring with me?”