"Sometimes, the gods don't choose heroes. They just pick whoever's bored enough to click 'Play.'"
The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and regret. Machines beeped in rhythm, counting down the seconds of Leon's fragile life like a ticking metronome.
"Beep… beep… beep…"
Leon Hart Valerya — though the nurses just called him "the terminal case in Room 402" — lay on the bed staring at the blank ceiling tiles. His once-fit body was little more than skin and bones now, wrapped in a pale hospital gown that crinkled with every shallow breath.
"Man," he muttered, voice dry, "this is the worst. Years in this stupid bed, and now they say tomorrow's operation decides everything. Either I live… or I get to find out if heaven's got Wi-Fi."
He chuckled weakly, but the sound was more of a cough than laughter.
He reached for his phone — his one escape from reality — and stared at the last message he'd received. It was from a random account, no name, no profile picture. Just a simple line:
"Would you become a god if I gave you the chance?"
Leon snorted. "Man, scammers these days. They really target everyone, huh?"
But instead of blocking the sender, he'd replied — partly out of boredom, partly out of curiosity. What followed had been a weirdly engaging chat. The stranger spoke like some cryptic philosopher trying to sell enlightenment, but ended with a link to a game.
And not just any game — an Eroge.
"Yeah, that kind of game," Leon muttered, shaking his head. "I'm dying, not dead… yet."
He downloaded it anyway.
And the moment he booted it up, he realized — this wasn't some cheap, sketchy browser thing. It was… beautifully made. High-quality models, dynamic backgrounds, an entire fantasy world populated only by beastwomen. Fox girls, cat girls, wolf girls — it was like the developers had raided every fantasy artist's dream folder.
He grinned. "Heh. Maybe dying isn't that bad after all."
It was good to the point that i got hard on this bed
Two hours later, Leon leaned back against his pillow, breathless from laughter. "Man, that was— that was amazing! I haven't felt this alive in years."
He wiped a tear of joy from his eye. "And now I can even make my own characters? Oh-ho-ho, this game's spoiling me!"
His fingers danced over the screen, eyes gleaming like a kid with a new toy.
"For the first one," he muttered, "let's go with a cute petite, loli little fox girl. Silver hair, twin tails, tiny but fierce — like a pocket-sized ball of chaos."
He typed the name slowly, whispering as he went. "Nyara… Moonpaw. Heh, that sounds cute."
For the second, his grin turned smug. "And now, the ultimate milf-type warrior — a mature nine-tailed fox, big milkers- enough so that i might want to grab them from here, tall, graceful, and dangerous. Name… Merys Lynx."
He hit confirm. The two characters appeared on-screen, rendered in perfect detail. His heart thumped with excitement.
"Man," he muttered. "If there's a god of creation, he'd better watch his throne."
Hmm… theyre asking for her clan,
Maybe a fox girl, kitsune type thing
Twin blades and slim body with sexy curves where they should be.
For a mature type women,she'll have a good plump but maintained figure , obviously a nine tailed fox type ,theyre the sexiest, name will be merys lynx
Reddish brown hair and a kimono like those in animes.
Hours passed in a blur of flashing lights and shameless fun. When the hospital monitor beeped louder — reminding him that time was running out — Leon sighed, stretching his stiff fingers.
Maybe i should make a trip to the bathroom after all that "aaah" and "yeahhhh" of breeding
ten minutes later
damn ,that was a good one...
"Alright," he said, yawning. "That's enough sinning for one lifetime. Tomorrow's my big operation, so…"
He set the phone aside, turned to his side, and smiled faintly.
"Guess I'll sleep on a good note for once."
And for the first time in years, he drifted into peaceful sleep.
Darkness.
Then, a voice.
"Yo, kid."
Leon blinked. "Huh?"
He was floating — weightless, surrounded by an endless black void. His hospital bed was gone. So were the machines, the beeping, the pain.
"Where am I?"
"In-between," the voice said, echoing like laughter through a cave. "You kicked the bucket, champ."
Leon turned. Before him stood a man — or something like one — tall, radiant, with golden eyes that gleamed with mischief. A crown of light floated lazily above his head.
"I…" Leon swallowed. "Died, huh?"
"Yep," the figure said cheerfully. "Operation didn't work out. Heart gave out halfway. Happens all the time. But hey, silver lining — you got my attention."
"Your attention?" Leon squinted. "Wait— you're that guy from the game?"
The man smirked. "Close. I'm Aureon, the God of Breeding."
Leon stared. "…The what now?"
Aureon folded his arms, unimpressed. "Don't act surprised. You were just role-playing as a divine breeder two hours ago."
"Yeah, but that was a game! Not— you know— real divine business!"
Aureon chuckled. "You humans are funny. Anyway, I sent that game across your world, hoping to find a successor. Someone who understands the art."
Leon blinked. "The… art of breeding?"
"You get it." Aureon winked. "So, congratulations. You're the chosen one."
Leon gawked. "You're joking."
"I'm divine," Aureon said. "I don't joke. Much."
Leon hesitated, processing everything. "So… you're saying I can become a god?"
Aureon nodded. "If you accept it. You'll reincarnate in a world ruled by beastwomen — the one from the game. They can't reproduce normally anymore. The world's dying. My powers are fading. So, you'll inherit my essence and… help repopulate."
Leon's jaw dropped. "…That's the mission?"
"Hey, don't look so shocked. You seemed pretty motivated back there."
Leon covered his face. "Okay, this is insane. But you know what? I'm dying anyway. Sure. Why not? Let's go make some chaos."
Aureon laughed heartily. "Now that's the spirit! As a token, I'll give you two powers — the same ones you used in the game."
He waved his hand, and two glowing sigils appeared before Leon.
[Seed of God] – your essence carries divine energy, capable of awakening bloodlines.[Rizzler] – your charm transcends reason; resistance from any beastwoman is nullified.
Leon stared, jaw slack. "You're seriously giving me these?"
"Handle them wisely, kid," Aureon said, smiling faintly. "Remember — the more life you give, the stronger you grow. The world's balance depends on it."
Leon saluted dramatically. "Yes, my lord of questionable job titles."
Aureon burst out laughing. "Now go, successor of the Divine Breeder!"
The light engulfed him.
When Leon opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the sky — wide, clear, and endlessly blue. Then came the warmth of sunlight on his face, the rustle of leaves, and the faint chirping of strange birds.
He sat up slowly, blinking. He wasn't in a hospital anymore. He wasn't in pain. His body felt… alive.
Looking down, he realized he wasn't the frail, dying man he used to be. He was tall, lean, muscular — like someone had photoshopped him into peak perfection.
"Whoa," he whispered. "Aureon wasn't kidding. This body's OP."
A faint breeze carried the scent of flowers and something wild. A glowing screen flickered into existence before him.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZED] Name: Leonhart Valerya Race: Human (Provisional) Title: Successor of the Breeding God (Provisional) Level: 1 Vitality: 100 Stamina: 100 Charm: 20 Authority: [Divine Breeder System] Abilities: — [Seed of God] : Your essence carries fragments of divine power. Capable of awakening and evolving bloodlines. — [Rizzler] : Active/Passive – Your words and presence charm any beastwoman. Resistance to charm is nullified. — [System Link] : Access Divine Breeder Interface.
Leon grinned, a spark of excitement lighting his eyes.
"Well," he said, stretching his arms. "Here starts the legend of the Divine Breeder."
The forest echoed his laughter.
And somewhere, faintly, the heavens chuckled back.
End of Chapter 1