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From an apocalyptic world, Xu Feng transmigrates into a parallel world with a third gender. The heavens took pity on the 19-year-old who died as he awakened his ability in his original world, so he started a new life as a ger.

What is a ger? The third gender, a man who can impregnate women and be impregnated by men. 

There were even more surprises waiting for Xu Feng. He not only awakened a wood ability from his previous world, he was also met with a contract marriage he couldn’t refuse in the new world.

“Carry my son’s child, and I’ll make sure you live comfortably for the rest of your life.” 

“Whether you can birth a son for me or not, I don’t care. Just don’t get in my way, and I’ll make sure you want for nothing.”

Xu Feng looked at his “mother-in-law,” then back at his "playboy" of a “husband” before looking toward the fertile fields and vast mountains.

A peaceful farming life as a landlord with a spoiled young master was better than living life in the apocalypse. But Xu Feng was transported to a world with cultivation, demon beasts, and hidden secrets, a simple farming life might be too much to ask for.

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[Cultivation, Farming, Multiple partners/Throuple, BL, R-18, Child, HE]

The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]

Read author's note in ch.20 ch.547 or ch.501 for more!! TIA~

DECEMBER 2024 HIATUS!!!

Xu Feng's long and rounded fingers unfolded the crumpled letter, ironing it straight with deliberate patience. His gaze shifting from the neat handwriting that adorned the page to the peculiar symbols that decorated the bottom section of paper.

It was a simple letter, devoid of any pressing information, yet it was the strange characters at the end that held his attention.

As he read through the contents, his expression remained composed, betraying no hint of the curiosity that gnawed at him from within. He was a master at concealing his emotions, his calmness a mask that few could penetrate.

Beside the letter lay another piece of paper, previously folded and neatly stored away, yet still bearing the markings of their meticulous planning.

From Momo, to Momo