Picking Up Beautiful Girls In The Post-Apocalyptic World! - Chapter 245

Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.

He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.

They call themselves—Gamers!

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This is a story of a transmigrator leading a small martial sect to rise. It is a fantasy tale set in a world of ordinary people cultivating and vying for supremacy, without the assistance of any system.

“You might be my wife, but I shall not lay a hand on you.”

“Is that so? Then can I lay my hand on you?”

“……Pardon?”

***

Around 20 years in the future, the world is destroyed due to the invasion of demons. There’s only one way to prevent the destruction.

Marry the Duke known as the Monster and give birth to his child who will grow up to be the future warrior.

“Mielle, that marriage, I’ll do it instead.”

Yelena, who saw the future,
decided to get married to the Monster Duke and give birth to his child to save the world, however…

“Are we going to keep being idle like this?”

She thought she would be able to get it over and done with (?),
but her husband’s impregnable fortress-like defenses are beyond imagination!

“I told you to strip! Why aren’t you stripping?! Is it a part of your skin?”

Can Yelena safely give birth to the warrior and save the world in the end?

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’