My life can't be a harem game!

Omier frowned, took a long breath, and looked unhappy. "Mom was fucked to death by you. I'm glad I didn't use dirty words to describe you."

“…” Paulie did not deny this statement.

It can indeed be described as being dried to death. No matter how strong the bodies of ghosts are, they are still living beings after all, and as long as they are living beings, they have an upper limit to what they can tolerate. Giving birth to two strong and healthy daughters has already squeezed their vitality to the limit, and yet they still want to fulfill their duty and give birth to a third one...

It is not a tragic position, at least for the ghost clan. The long life, powerful combat power and the actually not long conception time are impossible according to the normal laws of life.

Every time a child is born, the mother or father of the child dies, and the life that should have lasted for quite a long time disappears as quickly as a candle in the wind...

Without reproduction, there is no way to continue the race, but if the race is continued, life will disappear.

The Holy Mother of the Ghost Clan gave birth to two children with her life. Although she died, it was while giving birth to her third child.

These words that sound quite funny are actually not funny at all, because what seems to be a complete joke to fertile people is actually happening.

There is no way to talk about such things with a smile, it is purely the pain of the race, and it is a pain that cannot be abandoned... The instinct of living things is to continue life, and if they cannot even do this, they are a species that should not be born!

"Hmmmm?"

Hearing this, the archangel in black tight leather jacket also completely woke up. According to his original thoughts, it should be the demons who do not allow human men to participate in the strongest male competition, but now for some reason...

The date doesn't match!

If it was according to the date the teacher said at that time, I should have priority over him now, why did it become like this...

"Sure enough, is this a trial given by fate?" The results were quite different, but the archangel was not discouraged. Instead, he felt that this was a trial given to him by God and looked quite expectant.

Omi rolled her eyes, with a bitter smile on her flaxen face, and once again expressed her helplessness to Paulie, "I don't understand what this human is mumbling all day long."

The Archangel responded quickly to what Omiel said, bowed politely and apologized, "I was just talking to myself. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Since humans have been allowed to participate in the Strongest Male Competition, then I don't have to go to so much trouble to change the official ideas of this competition.

"Baby, although I can do what you want to do, I won't do it..."

Although Paulie was smiling, he was still majestic as he sat on the throne. He taught, "The strong choose everything, the weak accept everything. Although I am unfamiliar with this man, he is indeed a strong man. Giving every strong man the opportunity to choose is a rule that your mother left for the ghost clan when she was alive. I cannot break it."

One becomes strong because he admires the strong, and is respected by the strong because he respects the strong. Although the queen of the old generation is now dead, this rule must be implemented and followed.

Even today, one or two powerful males occasionally come over from all over the world to submit to the Ghost Clan, relying on respect for strength. If they lose this bargaining chip and related negative articles spread, then there is no doubt that the Ghost Clan’s golden signboard will be smashed.

A little bit ill-considered.

Although he is the best among the ghost clan in terms of qualities in all aspects, he still thinks too simply. He only thinks that he can keep this person silent after catching him, but he has not considered that if the other party is not a single person, then the spread of rumors will become inevitable.

Lack of experience...

"Choice?" After all, she was the queen, and she was the one who now ruled the land of the subhumans. After hearing what her father said, Omier understood what he meant in just a few seconds, and turned around and asked, "Well, let me ask you, Archangel, what do you want me to do to be the seed male of our race..."

He is very straightforward and doesn't like any tricks. He can answer all the questions in one sentence.

I want you to be a breeding machine for our race. What do I have to do to get you to agree?

If they agree, just speak up and see if the conditions are acceptable. If they don’t agree, just start cursing and walk away!

"I belong to God, and I have my own girlfriend." The archangel waved his hand gently. He was wearing a smiling mask and his expression could not be seen, but his words were still firm.

"Girlfriend..." The first sentence was just bullshit, but the second sentence caught Omi'er's attention. She looked at the muscles all over the archangel's body and the thing that was obviously inconsistent with his human identity, and asked, "What race? Centaur or half-dragon?"

Such a strong body that can be seen with the naked eye, if I am not mistaken, only the two most durable races among the sub-humans can withstand it.

"You are totally wrong. I am a human!" The Archangel narrowed his eyes slightly under the mask. "Or do you think I am not a human?"

Don't even doubt you're human. With that outfit and that big dick, we'll believe you even if you say you're an alien...

"Let me show you a picture of my girlfriend."

Noticing that there was something wrong with Omi's eyes, the archangel simply pulled out a photo from his rock-like chest and handed it to Omi, "This is my girlfriend!"

Instinctively, he took the photo, glanced at it, and finally...

"Are you sure that this is not your daughter but your girlfriend?"

It is true that Asians are open-minded, but there are limits to this. The girl in the photo in my hand is carrying a red plastic schoolbag, wearing a white dress, and holding a small umbrella in her hand...

If we change it into human values, it is as incredible as a primary school student controlling a mature young woman. Not to mention how rich the young woman's life experience is, it is impossible to satisfy her just based on the size of the model!

"He looks like he's in his teens..." To pick out something that's not too serious, he could be a fairy who's hundreds of years old disguised as a human.

"She's twelve years old and will soon be promoted from elementary school to junior high school. She's my girlfriend." The Archangel responded decisively and gave a thumbs up. "She's a good student who is very keen on learning even in bed!"

"Um--"

Just think of it as reading and studying in bed?

...........

On the other hand, after preliminarily verifying his identity, in the inner city of Ghost King City, Lu Fengxian was already holding his black card and preparing to queue up to get his meal.

Perfect preparations were made, and although the technology was nominally forbidden to the human world, it was actually still used.

A black card that symbolizes free food and free drinks...

At least that was the case during the competition. Male subhumans from all regions of the subhuman zone gathered together, tens of thousands of people, including their relatives, tens of thousands of people opened their mouths...

The seven levels of red, yellow, blue, green, purple and black represent seven different levels. It is said that as the competition progresses, the cards of the remaining players will change. The meals that can be obtained by the black meal cards are only mashed potatoes, broth and a small amount of fruits and vegetables. The red meal cards are said to be cooked by five-star chefs from the unified human world, and the cost per person is thousands of dollars per meal...

I am very poor.

Lu Fengxian knew this a long time ago. Whether he went to work or did anything else, most of the money he earned would be saved for his sister's future dowry. There was very little money he could use, let alone a place like this...

The black life card really solves a lot of problems. At least I don’t have to worry about going hungry and sleeping on the streets every day because the Japanese yen in District 13 is not accepted here.

Just as Lv Fengxian was standing in line with gratitude, a discordant voice came from above...

"Who is that? He looks so stupid."

162. Start with a Punch

The strongest male competition held every two hundred years is of great significance to the sub-humans!

Select excellent seeds from the competition to breed an excellent next generation, use three promises to inspire the potential of all the strong people at present, and on the other hand, publicize the power of the sub-human race to the whole world!

All these things are purposes and causes. The strongest male competition cannot afford any mistakes, and this is also true for Asians!

"A human being is standing among the contestants. Is this a joke?"

"Is it because you want to have a free meal?"

"Those who can come here are all extremely wealthy people. It is impossible for them to do such a thing."

It is about ten meters away from the cafeteria ground, separated from the contestants participating in the strongest competition by only a layer of reinforced glass. It is a restaurant and also a special cafeteria for some of the upper-class demi-humans.

Those with power get everything. The strong nobles from all races of subhumans certainly cannot dine with some inferior subhumans who came from remote areas. That would be an insult.

That’s why the second floor is accessible only to demihumans of noble status, willing to pay money, possessing extraordinary strength, and a small number of humans.

The quality of the people in the second layer is far higher than that of the first layer, but the number is far less than that of the first layer. Compared with the mixed situation in the first layer, the people in the second layer are familiar with each other.

Enemy, Friend, Neutral...

Those who have a good relationship will say hello to each other or sit down and chat, while those who have a bad relationship will snort and keep a distance from each other with a cold face when they meet.

In fact, there is no need to use transparent glass, but in order to satisfy the bad taste of some people, this special glass is still used.

Humans had few opportunities to look down on sub-humans in sub-human areas. In fact, no matter which race it was, the harsh racial system still divided people into different classes, and even sub-humans were no exception.

It is precisely because of the comparison with human companions that we can find the humans on the first floor in the first place...

"What's going on? Didn't they say that humans were banned?"

A fat and big-eared pig-man slowly cut a piece of pork chop from the white porcelain plate in front of him and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. On his ferocious and ugly face, there was no trace of the simple and honest nature that a pig should have.

"Is that a human?" The pigman opposite him also looked over, with a rather unbelievable look on his face, and asked the other party in a rather ferocious common language, "Don't so-called humans all have beards or white, dry hair?"

"The humans we trade with may mostly be very old, but the human below is a young man, so his hair is black... It really makes me unhappy. He has nothing but brains, but he dares to show up in this great competition."

Then, a pig man suddenly stood up and began to walk towards the stairs. Several pig men behind him suddenly started to grunt and scream.

"What are you going to do Pigguli?"

"I didn't do anything. I just did what I was supposed to do and taught a lesson to the despicable human who dared to sneak in."

"This is against the law!"

"Here, fists are the rule!"

Then the pigman ignored the shouts of his companions and strode directly out the door.

Everything was seen by the demihumans present, including a few humans...

"If you want to stop him I'll help."

This sentence came from a young girl with an extremely charming appearance and skin whiter than milk?

That’s right, it’s the boy!

He looks like a girl because he is too beautiful, but in fact he is a real man!

Special race: Elves...

If the lifespan of sub-humans is more than three times longer than that of ordinary people, then the lifespan of elves is probably more than ten times that of ordinary people. If they were allowed to grow old and die normally, they would probably have to wait until they are three thousand years old to die.

They will maintain their youthful appearance until the moment of death, when they will instantly age and return to their original appearance after their life has been eroded by time.

No more, no less, the human in front of him looks like a handsome young man at the beginning, but he is actually 150 years old...

The limit of the limit. If he were to wait another year, he would not be able to participate in the strongest male competition. He has been the leader of the elves of the same age since he was twenty years old, which can barely be considered a teenager.

But at this moment, the person in front of him was a beautiful woman who was dressed quite maturely and exuded a hint of charm all over her body. She had almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, and her eyes contained a vicissitudes of life charm that those little girls never had.

"Thank you for your kindness, but we humans are different from elves. The competition among us is very cruel. I have no reason or obligation to help him."

It should be said that it is not a loss. Is it someone who has seen the years? There was no haze in the young woman's eyes when she was telling all this, and her cold and ruthless words sounded so natural.

However, after hearing her words, the eyes of the girl-like male elf became even more fiery, and he spoke again...

"It is disrespectful for a mere pigman ranked 14th to act wildly in front of me. This is just a piece of cake."

"Your Excellency, there is no need to say more. You helped a human here today, and you will help a human there tomorrow. If you continue like this, Your Highness, you will probably become a well-known good man. That will be very troublesome."

The young woman smiled and declined his request again. In fact, if the man in front of her really wanted to help her for free, she wouldn't mind saying a word to save him. But the problem was that since she first met him, he had clearly shown some impure sexual intentions towards her...

God has mercy on me. Although it is true that the boy in front of me looks very handsome, how can I, as a widow with a daughter in high school, have an impure relationship with a demi-human behind the back of my dead husband! ?

Moreover, although the elf in front of him now looks like he is drooling over him, he is actually quite clear about the other party's mentality. It is only because of his mature temperament that he has an urge to want him. Once he gets him, the urge will naturally dissipate. By then, he will probably be eaten up and thrown away by this hundred-year-old elf whose mental age is only in his teens!

If it weren't for the fact that the elves had always been the most closely connected demihumans with his own industry, if it weren't for the fact that he was no longer young and frivolous, if it weren't for the fact that he had a proud daughter to support at home...

"In that case, I'm not a nosy person, so forget it."

"Then let's continue with our meal, Lord Moriki."

The elf named Senmu did not hide the disappointment on his face. After receiving the other party's reply, he completely lost interest in the humans on the first floor. He directly picked up a fruit and started eating it, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

As an elf, he has plenty of time to waste and plenty of time to study the things he likes. Unlike humans who have a short lifespan of one hundred years, their average lifespan is more than two thousand years, which is several times that of normal humans!

The strongest male contest that takes place every two hundred years or so can only be participated in once, but one can watch it more than ten times. No matter how one thinks about it, it has no appeal. Besides, the noble elves will never allow mere humans to have sex...

entertainment.

But even if it’s just for entertainment, you have to win the championship!

This is the style of the elves, just like their habit of liking women among short-lived creatures such as humans. Although they hate humans from a biological level, they still like mature and charming women.

"..."

Knowing that the other party's silence now meant that he was still thinking about how to seduce her, the young woman picked up a glass of juice and took a sip, feeling a little helpless. It would be better if the other party was a truly charming man who met her aesthetic standards, but how could she like this teenager who was actually over a hundred years old, but whose mental age and appearance were no more than a dozen years old?

Even if the elves had helped her group overcome a crisis, they would never agree to such a thing. She had worked hard all her life and used her body to support the group not only for her deceased husband, but more for her own persistence and bottom line.

"I'm sorry, young man. Although we are both human, it's okay for me to sacrifice myself..."

Glancing downwards with an apologetic look, the young woman happened to see the pigman raising his hand in provocation towards the human boy who was queuing. The other party seemed to understand the huge gap between himself and the pigman, and never made any move, allowing the other party to jump and shout on the spot.

"Despicable human, are you planning to use some dirty tricks? Let me make it clear first, if I, Zhuguli, find out that you have done anything unusual, I will be the first one to not spare you!"

"Human, listen carefully. When you come to the land of subhumans, you must know who is the boss!"

"You dare to participate in the competition even though you are so weak? You must be a refugee from the human area who is so hungry that he is willing to die!"

One sentence after another, each one more unpleasant than the last, but they never went beyond a line. The current world is still dominated by humans. Leaving aside the first layer of humans who have no power and can only enjoy the free package, the second layer of powerful humans are more or less connected with the sub-human high-level people. If they are completely angered, it will be troublesome.

That's why she has been insulting him with words instead of hitting him directly with her fists. Although the pigmen's brains aren't very good, they still have basic IQ. In this situation, the best way is to lure him to take the initiative and then teach her a lesson!