The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 1

Chapter 1

Night fell, and the starlight twisted and swirled into a silver sea.

Inside the bedroom, warm light spilled across the floor.

A gentle voice read a whimsical, dreamy story:

“…The little knight, holding his sword, his gaze firm, swung his sword and defeated the evil dragon under everyone’s hopeful watch.”

“He brought peace and stability to the town.”

The picture book closed, and the blond beauty’s eyes curved into a gentle smile.

He lowered his head and, with a movement as light as a feather falling, kissed the cub in the bed.

“The story is over, Zaizai. It’s time to sleep.”

The human cub who was kissed had the same light-colored hair as the blond beauty, soft and fluffy curls scattered across his shoulders.

His eyes were clear and bright as he looked at his dad, showing no sign of wanting to sleep.

The cub’s pronunciation wasn’t very clear, his voice sounding sticky and sweet: “More, pwease~”

The blond beauty shook his head, his pale, slender fingers pressing against the little cub’s forehead.

His tone was gentle but firm:

“No, this is already the fifth time.”

The story of the little knight defeating the evil dragon with his wooden sword was a favorite of Zaizai’s.

Hearing this, the cub’s eyes dimmed. Knowing there would be no more stories, he buried his little face in the blanket.

The blond beauty could only smile as he tucked the cub in, softly whispering goodnight.

Zaizai closed his eyes.

The sound of the door closing echoed.

Zaizai opened his eyes.

His small eyes were dark and bright, shining like stars in the warm light.

Making sure his dad was gone, Zaizai pushed the blanket off with his small hands.

He crawled to the head of the bed on all fours, sat cross-legged, and reached for the picture book on the nightstand.

Turning to the last page of the book, Zaizai’s round eyes stared unblinkingly at the colorful picture—

The little knight, holding his sword, majestic and fearless, facing the dark, enormous, monstrous dragon.

Zaizai loved it. His light hair swayed, and he curved his eyes, touching the sword in the picture with his small hand.

As he was looking intently, a slippery, soft sensation brushed against his shoulder.

Zaizai turned his head in confusion—

Nothing.

He furrowed his small brow, imitating his dad, and scanned the warm-toned bedroom.

Finding nothing, he shrugged his little shoulders.

The click of shoes against the floor sounded from the doorway.

Zaizai’s eyes widened instantly, and he hurriedly put the picture book back.

In his haste, the book fell to the floor with a thud.

Zaizai curled up in a small ball under the blanket, not daring to move, pretending to be asleep, his little eyes tightly closed.

The blond beauty stood at the doorway, looking at the book on the floor, his eyes gleaming, and shook his head slightly.

“Is Bao Bao asleep?”

A soft, little nasal sound came from under the covers, a small “Mmm-hmm.”

It was a complete giveaway.

The blond beauty, Shen Wen, his eyes filled with fondness, couldn’t bear to expose the little cub’s pretense.

“Alright then, I won’t disturb you.”

Turning around, Shen Wen’s gentle expression vanished in an instant.

Frost gathered in his eyes as he glanced at the patterned wall.

A distorted black shadow monster, floating on the wall, was terrified and desperately trying to burrow into it.

Unfortunately, it was caught by Shen Wen in the next second.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow monster shattered into a cloud of black mist in mid-air.

The black mist vanished instantly, without disturbing the lightly sleeping cub.

Shen Wen raised his eyes and slowly scanned the bedroom.

After making sure there were no other uninvited guests, Shen Wen suppressed a smile and walked out of the bedroom.

Living room.

The luxurious crystal chandelier cast a shimmering light on the dark floor of the ancient castle.

Shen Wen wore a richly patterned robe, his skin fair, his waist-length golden hair like woven brocade, flowing smoothly over his shoulders.

Perhaps, he should consider moving.

Raising a human cub required plenty of sunlight, clean water, delicious food, and…unreserved love.

This dark, decaying world of despair and struggle was not suitable for a fragile human cub to grow up in.

Not far from the castle was a strange, dark city.

Shen Wen walked to the window with a serious expression, looking out at the city where humans, called players, struggled to survive in this monster-ridden world.

Huge, distorted monsters, their bodies so grotesque they could drive one insane just by looking at them, were writhing and devouring the tiny, ant-like humans.

This was the world Shen Wen was born into.

Absurd, bizarre, filled with numerous dungeons.

Known by human players as the Infinite Horror World.

In the eyes of human players, Shen Wen, the villainous boss who created countless dungeons, was a figure of fear and dread.

However, no one would ever imagine that Shen Wen could also give birth to his own offspring.

A small, fragile, soft, standard human cub.

Shen Wen didn’t have a human heart, but he could still feel the unique blood bond between himself and his cub.

For this, he could abandon the ancient castle he had lived in for countless years and go to the human world.

He wanted to give his cub a beautiful environment to grow up in.

Shen Wen lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the distant city, and returned to the living room to begin preparing his moving plan.

In the city, the monster that had been under Shen Wen’s gaze for a few minutes finally felt the deathly fear dissipate after Shen Wen left.

It clumsily moved its body, fleeing in a panicked hurry, away from the castle.

The human players who were battling the monster looked at its retreating figure, exchanging confused glances.

However, having escaped death, they didn’t have the energy to investigate and quickly submitted their mission to leave this terrifying city.

Dawn broke through the thick night, light piercing through the castle windows, casting faint shadows on the floor.

The cub woke up groggily, sitting on the bed and rubbing his eyes, his thick eyelashes wet and clumped together.

His small, fair face was dazed. He slumped against the pillow twice before finally managing to sit up straight.

Zaizai turned his head and looked around, but didn’t see his dad.

Anxiety instantly washed over him, and Zaizai hurriedly climbed out of bed, calling softly,

“Daddy.”

The cub, nicknamed Zaizai, whose full name was Shen Xing Nuo, stumbled out of the bedroom barefoot.

Before he could run out the door, he was gently picked up.

“Why are you running around? And without shoes on.”

When facing Zaizai, Shen Wen was patient and gentle, his eyes filled with uncontainable affection.

There was no trace of the ruthlessness and indifference he displayed when crushing monsters.

Held in his dad’s arms, Xing Nuo felt completely safe and no longer panicked.

His small hands clutched the fabric of his dad’s robe, and he rested his cheek against his dad’s shoulder, his round, cat-like eyes curving into a smile.

Xing Nuo was a late talker. Almost three years old, he could only speak a few words at a time.

He stammered out a fragmented sentence:

“Didn’t see…Daddy…lost…find.”

This was another reason why Shen Wen urgently wanted to move.

There were no other normal humans in this dungeon world.

Let alone human children.

The lack of interaction with peers was a serious problem for a cub.

Xing Nuo was frail, his skin pale and sickly from lack of sunlight, and his personality was particularly clingy, soft and sticky like a little burr.

Wherever Shen Wen went, Zaizai would follow, taking small steps around him, reaching out to be held.

It was only in the last couple of days, in order to sneak a peek at the picture book, that he had slept alone.

Shen Wen estimated that within the next day or two, the little burr would definitely cling to him, wanting to sleep with his dad again.

He couldn’t delay any longer, Shen Wen thought.

Moving was urgent!

So, during breakfast, Shen Wen brought up the matter of moving with Zaizai.

“…We’re going to move to a warmer and more comfortable place.”

The cub, with a vague understanding of the concept of moving, nodded his head in confusion.

“Okay.”

Shen Wen ruffled Zaizai’s soft hair, praising him with a smile.

“Zaizai is so good.”

Xing Nuo’s hair was ruffled into a mess, and he quickly reached up to cover it.

His hair wasn’t as smooth as his dad’s, short and only reaching his shoulders, and the lower it went, the curlier it got.

Zaizai wanted to have long, smooth hair like his dad.

Not like now, fluffy and curly at the shoulders.

Not pretty at all!

Before he even finished his meal, Zaizai ran to the mirror in the living room and combed his hair several times with a small comb.

The ordinary comb, also known as the “Mutated Ordinary Comb” prop, could temporarily transform any hair after combing.

Straight to curly, curly to straight.

Other than that, it was useless.

Shen Wen had specifically gone to a certain dungeon, beaten up another boss, and snatched this comb.

After combing, Zaizai looked at the still short, but now smooth, light hair draped over his shoulders in the mirror and curved his eyes in satisfaction.

His hair was a very light gold, with a hint of flaxen.

Although not as golden as his dad’s, it was still very pretty.

Happy again, Zaizai hummed a nursery rhyme he’d heard somewhere, continuing to exhibit his clingy nature, and ran to his dad to be held.

Shen Wen sighed softly and indulgently picked up the little cub.

Turning his head, Shen Wen continued to instruct the monster butler in front of him:

“Pack everything up. Take everything we might need.”

The butler, still not quite used to his new human skin, his face wrinkled and hollow, bowed respectfully at a ninety-degree angle.

“Yes, Master.”

Shen Wen nodded in response.

Leaving the moving arrangements to the butler for the time being, Shen Wen took Zaizai to the basement for their daily treatment.