The First King of Beasts - Chapter 11 D-Day

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel.

My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO’s unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant.

As for me, I’m nothing special. I’m just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five.

…

Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book.

She had been transformed into a cute little five year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There were also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt...

Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother.

What bad intentions could a five-year-old have?

She just wanted to protect Mama.

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Until one day...

The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared.

As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

[Warning: Mature content, R18, Harem, Monster Girls, No NTR, No Rape ]He was a prostitute who had a simple dream. Living in peace, going to college and getting a good job like an average man of his age. But when he decided to leave his old life behind and pursue his dream, he was killed by demons.But he got a second chance as a dragon king in a different world. A world filled with monsters and strange tribes that he had never seen before. As the protector of that foreign world, he tried his best to regain his power before the other tribes realized it. Then ... he discovered the secret of the Dragon King's power was he must build a harem ...

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.