Dead on Mars - Chapter 166 - Sol Two Hundred and Eighty-Two, Legend of Obasuteyama

Arranged marriage? Or a child first and then love?After being defeated and captured, the dragon slayer Leon became the prisoner of the Silver Dragon Queen. Facing certain death, Leon made a desperate move.In a twist of fate, he impregnated the queen right before he was supposed to die.He thought that by doing this, he could condemn the queen to live with the shame for the rest of her life, fulfilling his mission as a dragon slayer.But two years later, when Leon opened his eyes, he found a little dragon girl with a tail beside him.“Daddy! You finally woke up!”Not only was Leon alive, but he had also become the father of this little dragon girl.After that, the Silver Dragon Queen started her relentless revenge. In a way that was truly “tit for tat,” she subjected Leon to non-stop bed exercises. But as a mere human, how could he possibly withstand the unending onslaught of a dragon's... desires?Leon decided to escape.However, every attempt ended in failure.Finally, under the queen’s threats and bribes, he resigned himself to being a stay-at-home dad.“Hm, you’ve been behaving well. I’ll reward you by having a second child with me,” the queen declared.Leon swore, “I’d rather die! I’ll leap from the Silver Dragon Palace, and I still won’t have a second child with you!”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!

He was not a human since no human is aware of himself even before his birth.

He has no blood and no heart, but emotions?

He does have feelings, but can he express them?

Why was he called a Devil’s Spawn at his birth?

Why did they cut away his arms and a leg?

Why did no one ever visit him for years?

And why does this emptiness... feels so... just so familiar?

Why does the Void feel so... full?

Who is he? Or rather... What is he?