A Plant Master from a prosperous magical era died and reincarnated as a physically defective Sub-Beast on the Beastman Continent. Orphaned right after birth, he was raised by the entire tribe. Kaelen thought he would live a peaceful, uneventful life until the end of his days.
Unexpectedly, during an instance where he accidentally wandered into a cave where a beastman was in a state of frenzy, he was violated by the beastman Sane.
After that unintended night, neither of them liked the other, so they reached a secret agreement to keep the matter quiet. Sane took responsibility for providing Kaelen with daily necessities and various new seeds until one of them found a mate. Thanks to these supplies, Kaelen began using his Plant Master abilities from his past life to farm step by step, transforming the barren land around his house into a lush, little green farm.
What Sane didn't expect was that the more he interacted with Kaelen, watching how quietly and gently Kaelen cared for each young sprout, the more adorable he found Kaelen to be. Sane grew to like being around Kaelen more and more, constantly reminiscing about the fresh scent of grass and vegetation lingering on Kaelen's body.
Could it be... I've fallen for him?
While Sane was still tangled up in his own feelings and had yet to realize that Kaelen's body was secretly gestating a little egg, Kaelen's bountiful magical harvests had already alerted the outside world. A whole bunch of stinky beastmen with formidable backgrounds began swarming around his soft, sweet-smelling darling to vie for Kaelen's attention. There was the incredibly arrogant Young Chief of the Lion Tribe, the fierce Intermediate Warrior of the High City, the Oracle of the Temple holding supreme authority...
Sane: “...”
Get lost, all of you! That's my son's Papa!

"I won... haha, I won again! Come on, come on, bring your faces here quickly!"


Asher laughed heartily, leaping towards the upside-down pot, wiped his hand on the pitch-black bottom of the pot, and then triumphantly waved it in front of his three cardmates. Kaelen, Susan, and Cecil helplessly presented their faces for Asher to smear soot on.


Previously, Kaelen had spent half a day perfecting the deck of cards and half a day teaching the other three how to play, yet in just two short days, the number of times he won could be counted on one hand. He didn't know whether to blame Asher for being too good at playing cards or Kaelen's own luck for being too bad.


In short, his face right now looked no different from having just crawled out of the Quang Ninh coal mine.


Susan pouted, saying unhappily: "You've been winning the whole time today, it's not interesting at all!"


Chapter 100 - Chapter 100: The Sword of the King