"After all, Huo Tianhao was originally supposed to fall off a cliff and die."
"However, she seemed to be your special antidote for this world."
The man was the Cosmic God Slayer, his spiritual power a rare SSSS-rank. He was born a destroyer in human form, with power comparable to a supermassive black hole.
His very existence was the guarantee of the Sirius Star’s stability. At the same time, the immense spiritual damage he suffered from each interstellar war required tens of thousands of missions to alleviate. If left unchecked, he would either fall into an eternal slumber to self-repair or self-destruct—taking the entire Sirius Star with him!
He glanced down at a certain part of him that had become a little too excited. ’Sure enough, once that door has been opened, it’s hard to close it again and pretend nothing happened.’
’Am I going to have to choose a woman to spend my life with in every world from now on?’
He was used to the loneliness that came with being at the top, accustomed to a solitary existence. The thought of suddenly becoming an ordinary man, sinking into the decadent comfort of a life with a wife and kids, was something he found impossible to accept...
Faced with reality, even someone as powerful as him had no choice: either wither into oblivion while resisting, or debase himself by accepting it!
"I can modify the character’s attributes, right?" He wasn’t ready to concede just yet; he wanted to put up a bit of a fight.
’Last time, choosing a body that was already on death’s door didn’t help me avoid my luck with women,’ he thought. ’This time, I’ll have to try a different approach!’
"Yes, Master, you can. But the changes shouldn’t be too drastic, or they could cause irreparable damage to the native world, and you might have trouble returning smoothly," the butler said with a nod.
"This time, give me mysophobia—and make it the kind where I’m allergic to touching women, breaking out in hives all over my body!"
The butler paused. ’The Master is truly hard on himself.’ But this kind of allergic mysophobia was a psychosomatic condition, not a foolproof solution.
’What if the Master ends up turning gay because of his own machinations?’
He knew that for someone with such immense spiritual power and fighting prowess, once they had their first taste, certain... appetites became very difficult to suppress. Going back to a life of solitude would be out of the question...
However, smart as he was, he said no more and respectfully complied.
He could only hope that when the Master returned this time, he would still have his basic sanity intact and wouldn’t take his frustrations out on him!

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