Becoming the Dark Tyrant's Only Cub [Interstellar]

Five-year-old angel cub Chu Zao grew up alone. He had an unusual halo, jet-black hair, and would turn into a fluffy white ball of a little monster in moments of crisis. As an anomaly within his clan, he was alienated by the group and lived a solitary life for years.

One day, he was taken by a system to transmigrate to a polluted interstellar world.

His powers damaged, only able to turn into a little white ball, Chu Zao opened his eyes to see an enlarged version of a white ball just like him.

The big white ball looked much more imposing than him, standing amidst a field of ruins, wreathed in black energy. He looked both handsome and intimidating, like a legendary dragon.

The system told him that this was his father, and he had to prevent his father from succumbing to darkness and breaking down. In return, he would become the happiest little angel.

Little Chu Zao was skeptical. He shrank into a small white ball, moved to the big white ball's feet, his small golden halo wobbling, and whispered, "Papa?"

The big white ball, on the verge of destruction, was stunned. He looked down in disbelief and found the little white ball at his feet, not even as big as his fingernail.

Amos, whose race hadn't produced a cub in hundreds of years, was dumbfounded.

This was... a cub?

Huh???

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The Crown race, a special interstellar species, was born with formidable spiritual power, possessing a black spiritual halo like a crown and wings like a mythical angel. Their original form was as majestic and powerful as a dragon, an undisputed mythical race.

As the royal family of the St. Cass Empire, the Crown race could not escape the fate of destruction. The habitat where they were born was eroded by pollution, and their spiritual power crowns shattered one by one. All of the Crown race were heading towards extinction, with no cubs appearing for hundreds of years.

The reigning monarch of the St. Cass Empire, the dark tyrant Amos Dwight, who had expanded the empire's territory by more than half, was a standout among the last generation of the Crown race.

He was already prepared for the extinction of the Crown race in his generation.

Until, during a spiritual power riot in their habitat, he picked up a little white ball cub with a golden crown that looked exactly like him.

This indestructible mythical race, which had long forgotten the cub-protecting instinct in their bones, finally had warmth and a weakness again after hundreds of years.

And they also welcomed their salvation.

#Did His Little Highness drink his milk today?#

#Today is another day of fighting for the cub's affection#