The young monk, He Qing, transmigrated into the interstellar world and became a frail, helpless Omega who couldn’t even take care of himself. On top of that, his family sent him to Enigma, the God of War, Duan Zhan Shen, to “ward off bad luck.”
Everyone thought it wouldn’t end well:
“The General definitely won’t take a liking to him. He’s just a useless vase who can’t help the General at all!”
On their first meeting:
He Qing: “Amitabha, benefactor, your forehead is clouded with dark energy, and you’re surrounded by mu*derous aura. I’m afraid you don’t have long to live.”
General Duan, sitting in his wheelchair, lifted his eyelids: “I know.”
He Qing: “???” Wasn’t he supposed to get rejected?
On their wedding night, He Qing chanted scriptures by the bed:
“General Duan, I won’t break my vows.”
General Duan, sitting on the other side: “Come up here.”
He Qing hesitated for a moment before sitting cross-legged beside him, continuing to chant: “I really won’t break my vows.”
General Duan swiftly started undressing.
He Qing hesitated again…
General Duan: “Apply the medicine for me.”
He Qing: “… I can heal your legs. After you’re cured, can we divorce?”
General Duan: “What will you use to treat me?”
He Qing: “Ahem, my pollen.”
“…” The General thought he was joking—until his legs were actually healed.
Later on…
“General! These Zerg are terrifying!” The plant-being He Qing, who was naturally afraid of bugs, hid behind General Duan. Then with a wave of his hand, the Zerg turned to ashes.
The corner of General Duan’s eye twitched: “…” What happened to the helpless, delicate Omega?
At night, General Duan grabbed his chin and asked: “Who are you, really?”
He Qing smiled faintly: “A White Lotus Flower Demon.”
General Duan: “Wait, then your pollen is…?”
He Qing answered righteously: “Exactly.”
