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I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game

[Polyandry + Adored by All + Pregnancy Runaway + Leveling Up + Pure Male Harem] Qiao Suisui opened her eyes and found herself in an interstellar beast world where females were scarce compared to males. How scarce? Looking around, she was the only viviparously born female! Bound to the fertility system, she became the target of a scramble among the big shots— A Colonel from the Empire Military Department, who betrayed his family just to give her a status. "I swear on the honor of the Sikoses Family, I will never let anyone harm you." A previously indolent member of the Royal Family started on the path of power struggle just to protect her. "Suisui, no matter where your heart lies, I will never let go." An obsessed scientist, who kneeled at her feet, humbly begging for love. "Qiao Suisui, you're lying to me... you also love me, right... why won't you look at me..." The last blood of the Wolf Clan, who was a bloodthirsty killer in public, but behind closed doors, he transformed into a big dog, warming her feet with his belly. "Sister, our Wolf Clan mates for life. You touched my tail, so you have to take responsibility." (More men joining the lineup...) System: The stronger the male gene, the higher the quality of the reward. Qiao Suisui: (Resting her chin on her hands) Let me see who I should seduce today... PS. The female protagonist appears fragile but is actually calculating and self-serving. All males are merely tools for reproduction.

Mr. Five Tones · Fantaisie
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Chapter 136: Entanglement

Lanze stepped into Kanbukun, his gaze fixed on the ancient church. The setting sun's afterglow sprinkled over the mottled walls, giving the entire church a mysterious aura. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, his footsteps echoing in the spacious hall, as if reminding him of every detail here.

He looked around, identifying the faces of each clergy member one by one.

The old man was not there.

Lanze frowned slightly, a growing sense of puzzlement in his heart.

He walked to the small garden in the backyard, where there were only a few old brooms and an empty hut.

Returning to the church, Lanze decided to ask the people around him.

He approached a Cultivator who was lighting a candle and asked softly, "Is there an elderly janitor here?"

The Cultivator shook his head, "I've never seen one."

Lanze continued to inquire among others, and everyone's answer was the same: the person he described was not here.

The church bells rang at that moment, deep and distant.