Imite, an 18-year-old college student on Blue Star with clear, innocent eyes.

Affected by Blue Star civilization’s Ascension Dimension Assessment Tournament, he is forced to become a contestant.

It’s said that this tournament is extremely difficult to clear, so Imite just plans to make up the numbers.

But unexpectedly, after a series of maneuvers, Imite ends up making it through…

With countless interstellar races and complex tournament rules, there’s no shortage of all kinds of pe*verts—from the O of Indulgence, to Mobius O Paradise, to Underwater O City… you name it!

Interstellar viewers watching the livestream look down on them, believing low-tier Blue Star people are nothing more than monkeys who wear clothes, and bet on how long it will take for Imite to be completely devoured by the cruel competition.

Yet who would have thought that the interstellar community’s most brutal, cold-blooded, and ruthless overlord—the monster lurking in the abyss, the Insectoid Race—would actually fight fiercely over Imite??

When a dungeon boss extends its claws, ready to tear Imite apart—

Insectoid A, who just a second ago was impatient and clamoring to devour Imite, immediately turns crimson-eyed and crushes the dungeon boss with one hand!

When a Mutant Species bares its fangs, ready to bite through Imite’s slender neck—

Insectoid B, a cold, ruthless, blood-soaked god of slaughter, draws his long blade, shielding Imite in his arms, and slaughters his way through the entire Mutant Species nest!

And…

As the tournament goes on, not only does Imite not die, but he also surpasses a host of interstellar powerhouses to claim the top spot on the leaderboard.

Blue Star viewers: Hooray, no need to worry about being colonized by Higher-Dimensional Civilizations!

Interstellar viewers: Wait, are the brutal, cold-blooded Insectoid Race described in textbooks the same creatures in the livestream wagging their tail hooks like puppy tails and fighting jealously over each other??

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Finally, in the interstellar livestream, the question that puzzled everyone is answered—

Surrounded by a group of frenzied Insectoids, the beautiful youth kneels as they all drop to one knee, gazing at him with obsessive fervor, licking every inch of his skin.

And with possessive intensity, they call him—“Mother.”

Lost for 500 years, the being feared across the stars, the deity of the Insectoid Race, their young Mother Worm, will finally be crowned once more!

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