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

Chapter 1

Nightfall. The myriad stars twisted and swirled into a silver sea.

Inside the bedroom, warm-colored light spilled across the floor.

A gentle voice read a dreamy, childlike story:

“…The little knight, holding his sword, his gaze resolute, under the expectant gazes of everyone, swung his sword and defeated the evil dragon.”

“Bringing peace and stability to the town.”

The picture book closed, the blonde beauty’s eyes curved into crescents, his gaze tender. He lowered his head, his movements as light as a feather falling, and kissed the young cub in the bed.

“The story is over, it’s time for baby to sleep.”

The human cub who was kissed had light-colored hair exactly like the blonde beauty’s, soft and fluffy, curling around his shoulders.

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

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

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

His tone, gentle yet firm: “No, this is already the fifth time.”

The story of the little knight defeating the evil dragon with his wooden sword, the cub never tired of hearing it.

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

The blonde beauty could only smile and tuck the cub in, whispering goodnight.

The cub closed his eyes.

The sound of the door closing echoed.

The cub opened his eyes.

His small eyes, dark and bright, shone like stars under the warm lamplight.

Confirming his dad was gone, the cub used his small hands to push away the blanket covering him.

He crawled to the head of the bed on all fours, sat with his little legs crossed, and reached for the fairytale picture book on the nightstand.

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

The little knight, holding a sword, majestic and imposing, facing the pitch-black, enormous, monstrous dragon, showed no fear.

The cub absolutely loved it. His light-colored hair swayed slightly, and he curved his eyes, touching the sword in the picture with his small hand.

He was looking intently when he felt a slippery, soft touch on his shoulder.

The cub turned his head in confusion—

Nothing was there.

He furrowed his small brows, mimicking his dad, and looked around the warmly-toned bedroom.

Finding nothing in the end, he shrugged his little shoulders.

The click of a sole against the floor sounded from the doorway.

The cub’s eyes instantly widened, and he hurriedly placed the picture book back.

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

The cub, a tiny bundle nestled under the covers, didn’t dare move, pretending to be asleep, his little eyes tightly shut.

The blonde beauty stood at the doorway, looking at the book on the floor, a glimmer in his eyes, and gently shook his head.

“Is baby asleep?”

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

He practically gave himself away.

The blonde beauty, Shen Wen, his eyes filled with indulgence, couldn’t bear to expose the little cub’s pretense of sleep.

“Alright then, I won’t disturb you.”

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

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

A distorted, black shadow monster floating on the wall, frightened, frantically tried to burrow into the wall itself.

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 in a flash, without disturbing the lightly sleeping cub in the slightest.

Shen Wen raised his eyes, slowly scanning the bedroom.

Confirming there were no other things that weren’t paying attention to how things were, the corners of Shen Wen’s mouth pressed together as he walked out of the bedroom.

The living room.

The extravagant and dazzling crystal chandelier cast a layer of shimmering light on the dark floor of the ancient castle.

Shen Wen wore intricately patterned pajama robes. His skin was fair, and his waist-length golden hair, like woven brocade, flowed smoothly over his shoulders.

Perhaps, he should consider moving.

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

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

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

With a serious expression, Shen Wen walked to the window, gazing at the city, watching humans, called players, struggling to survive in this monster-ridden world.

Monstrous, twisted bodies, the sight of which was enough to make one’s sanity plummet, writhed as they devoured the tiny, ant-like humans.

This was the world Shen Wen was born into.

Absurd, bizarre, filled with numerous instances.

Called by human players, the Infinite Horror World.

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

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

Small, fragile, and soft, a standard human cub.

Shen Wen didn’t have a human heart, but he could still feel the unique bond of kinship between himself and the 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 good growing environment.

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

In the city, the monster that had been watched by Shen Wen for several minutes, the sense of death and fear surrounding it finally dissipated after Shen Wen left.

It clumsily moved its body, hurriedly and in a panic, quickly moving away from the castle.

The human players who were battling the monster looked at its fleeing back, exchanging glances, bewildered.

However, the human players who had escaped death didn’t have the energy to investigate the reason and quickly submitted their mission to leave this terrifying city.

Dawn lifted the thick curtain of night. Light pierced through the castle windows, casting pale shadows on the floor.

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

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

The cub turned his head and looked around, but didn’t find his dad.

A sense of unease instantly washed over him. The cub hurriedly climbed out of bed, calling softly,

“Dad.”

The cub, nicknamed Zaizai, official name Shen Xing Nuo, padded barefoot, stumbling out of the bedroom.

Before he could run out the door, he was gently scooped up into someone’s arms.

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

When facing Zaizai, Shen Wen was patient and gentle, his eyes full of unconcealable affection.

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

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

His small hands gripping his dad’s clothes at the chest, Xing Nuo rested his face on his dad’s shoulder and curved his round, cat-like eyes.

Xing Nuo was late to speak. Nearing three years old, he could only say a few words at a time.

He spoke haltingly, his sentence fragmented:

“Didn’t see…Dad…lost…look.”

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

In this instance world, there were no other normal humans.

Let alone human children.

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

Xing Nuo wasn’t in good health. His skin, pale and sickly from lack of sunlight, and his personality was especially dependent, soft and sticky like a little glutinous rice ball.

Wherever Shen Wen went, Zaizai would follow, taking small steps at his side, reaching out to be held.

It was only these past two days, to sneak peeks at the picture book, that he had slept alone.

Shen Wen estimated that within the next day or two, the little sticky bun would definitely cling to him, wanting to sleep with his dad with an aggrieved expression.

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

Moving was imperative!

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

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

The young 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, ruffled into a mess, quickly reached up to cover it.

His hair wasn’t as smooth as his dad’s, short, reaching only to his shoulders, and getting curlier the further down it went.

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

Not like now, with fluffy, curly hair at his shoulders.

Not pretty at all!

Without even finishing his meal, Zaizai ran to the mirror in the living room and combed his hair several times with a small comb.

An ordinary comb, also known as the “A Mutated Ordinary Comb” prop, which would temporarily transform any hair after combing.

Straight to curly, curly to straight.

Other than that, it was useless.

This comb was something Shen Wen had specifically gone to another instance, beaten up another boss, and snatched.

After combing, Zaizai looked at the still-short, but now smooth, light-colored 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 brilliantly golden as his dad’s, it was still very pretty.

Happy again, Zaizai hummed a nursery rhyme he’d heard from somewhere, continuing to display his clingy nature, and ran to ask his dad to hold him.

Shen Wen sighed softly and still indulged the little cub, picking him up.

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

“Pack everything up, bring everything we’ll need.”

The butler wasn’t quite used to the new human skin he wore; his cheeks were hollowed and deeply wrinkled as he bowed respectfully at a ninety-degree angle.

“Yes, Master.”

Shen Wen nodded in response.

Leaving the moving matters temporarily to the butler, Shen Wen took Zaizai to the basement for their daily treatment.