Prologue
Tweet, tweet! Tweet-tweet-tweet! Chirp chirp~
The sound of birdsong drifted into my ears.
Ugh... why is it so bright?
Half-conscious, I slowly lifted my eyelids.
And then the world came into focus.
Warm sunlight, white clouds, a blue sky.
A blue sky?
Why the hell was there a blue sky all of a sudden?
My eyes snapped fully open.
Name: Na Ganghae
Age: 28
Grade: F
Mission: Plant the seed in the woman's womb.
Receive points for each success.
Lose your memory upon failure.
Remaining Time - 23:58:33
What the hell was this?
Was I still dreaming?
A status window...
Na Ganghae.
The name my parents had given me, hoping I’d grow strong despite being born frail and undersized.
It was written there, sharp and clear.
And my age, too—twenty-eight, exactly right.
Grade F?
Damn it. Of course.
But a mission to plant the seed in a woman’s womb?
If that meant putting a seed into the womb...
No way.
That meant...
Just then—
Aaaaahhh!
Women’s screams rang out.
And in front of my eyes, there were naked women.