Monster Hunter, start with a wife!

Although the invasion of the Void Realm caused a massive loss of the human population.

However, the major cities in Tacheng do not actually lack people.

On the contrary, most of the outer city of Tacheng is overcrowded.

However, the Tacheng Federation still implemented various mandatory policies to promote population growth.

The goal is to acquire more high-level awakened individuals.

The Tacheng Federation still retains the freedom to marry, but there are explicit regulations on reproduction: men and women must marry before the age of twenty-two and have children within two years of marriage.

Newlyweds will receive a subsidy of 50,000 city-state coins and a resettlement house.

Furthermore, the monogamous system was abolished.

Of course, those with a base card of grade E or above, or those who have entered the advanced stage of card cultivation, are not subject to this rule.

If it weren't for the discovery that people with low-level Origin Cards and low gene unlocking rates could also produce offspring with high-level Origin Cards, the Department of Procreation would have added a maximum limit of four wives...

People at the bottom of society may completely lose the opportunity to reproduce.

To allow those who fail in free love to marry, the city-state's reproductive committee arranges an official marriage ceremony on the 15th of each month.

Once you register, you will have three chances to participate.

The first two times, participants can freely choose from among those who have participated.

Men and women who still fail to find a match on their last attempt will be grouped together and forced into marriage based on age.

This kind of official marriage might be a good thing for those who can't find a partner.

But for Cheng Zhuo, it was undoubtedly a distressing matter.

He's not even nineteen yet. Although his awakened Origin Card is the lowest tier, he's done well in his studies and has a decent appearance. There's no way he'd have to participate in an official marriage arrangement right now.

Upon hearing what Fatty Liu said, Cheng Zhuo instantly understood what was going on.

He looked at his drunken father with some anger:

"You're the one who registered?"

Cheng Qingshan's eyes darted around, and he said somewhat guiltily:

"I'm only worried about you finding a wife because you awakened such a trashy origin card. Your Uncle Liu said there are lots of pretty girls out there, you can choose any you like!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Fat Old Liu echoed.

Cheng Zhuo glared at Cheng Qingshan, furious, but too lazy to argue with him. He turned to Fat Old Liu and said:

"Uncle Liu, could you please cancel this for me? I don't want to get married right now."

Fat Old Liu looked troubled: "Ah, it can't be cancelled!"

Cheng Zhuo asked in surprise, "Why? Doesn't registration require personal confirmation?"

"It wasn't because your dad was pressuring me that I had to use an inside connection through the Department of Childbirth..." Fat Old Liu turned and gave Cheng Qingshan a reproachful look:

"Old Cheng, you too, such a big matter, why didn't you discuss it with the kids?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhuo felt a sense of frustration.

He's the one who got married, why didn't he even tell her?

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Fat Old Liu chuckled and said, "Hey, Xiao Zhuo, don't be angry. Your family is struggling financially, so it's normal for your dad to want some subsidies."

Cheng Zhuo was even angrier upon hearing this: "With such a gambling addict and alcoholic in the family, it's no wonder they're poor!"

Cheng Qingshan's eyes widened, and he scolded, "How dare you talk like that, brat?"

"I'm talking about you, so what?"

Cheng Zhuo roared, staring coldly at Cheng Qingshan, and said, word by word:

"Listen up, you won't get a single penny of my marriage allowance!"

"you!!!"

Cheng Qingshan pointed angrily, but Cheng Zhuo's cold gaze made him feel uneasy, so he subconsciously took a step back.

He felt a bit aggrieved, angry, and timid.

This kid's eyes don't look like those of an eighteen-year-old boy at all.

"I'm not eating anymore, you guys eat."

Cheng Zhuo left the dinner table dejectedly and returned to his bedroom.

"Xiao Zhuo, don't be late tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. Violating the breeding regulations is a serious crime!"

Fat Old Liu's instructions came from outside the bedroom.

"Okay," Cheng Zhuo replied, collapsing wearily onto the bed.

What a frustrating day.

Awakening to the true nature of trash, forced to initiate a breakup...

And then suddenly they're getting married tomorrow?

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was heartbroken, had given up on love, and had just married someone else.

"This damn world!"

Cheng Zhu cursed under his breath, raised his wrist, reached out and touched it, and a fluorescent screen instantly appeared.

This is a smartwatch, similar to a mobile phone from the previous era, only with more advanced functions.

He opened the text message and, sure enough, saw the notification from the Department of Childbirth.

Click the link.

Rows of names paired with photos are all information about the people participating in tomorrow's marriage event.

Cheng Zhuo clicked on the women's section and looked through them one by one.

Most of them look indescribable.

I finally found a few decent-looking girls, but their contact names were all—

"Divorced with two kids, but still a fairy-like woman, waiting for her true love!"

"A 30-year-old widowed single man is demanding a dowry of 300,000 yuan and that the house be registered solely in my name!"

"I am 20 years old, with an Origin Card of Rank F, a federal public servant, earning 3,000 yuan a month, and 160 cm tall. Requirements: Origin Card of Rank E or higher, public servant with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan or higher, and a height of 180 cm or taller."

……

Cheng Zhuo flipped through a few pages, becoming increasingly frustrated.

He gradually realized that those who participated in officially arranged marriages generally fell into the following three categories:

One option is to find someone under 22 years old who is too unattractive, comes from a poor family, and cannot find a partner.

Secondly, some are quite outstanding, but their social circles are too small, and their standards are too high, so they have to participate in marriage when they reach a certain age.

Thirdly, there are divorced or widowed individuals who feel empty or unable to make ends meet and seek companionship with others.

He looks down on the first type of person.

The second type of person wouldn't look down on him.

As for the third type of person... he still wants to find someone young.

In short, it would be extremely difficult for him to find a partner among this group of people, someone he truly likes.

Never mind, I'll see for myself when I get there tomorrow.

Cheng Zhuo turned off his watch in frustration.

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Early the next morning.

Cheng Zhuo refused his family's request to accompany him and arrived at the event building of the Department of Childbirth alone.

There was a fully automatic identification device in front of the door. As Cheng Zhuo approached, he heard a "beep" and his personal information instantly popped up on the large screen.

"Identity confirmed. We wish you find your ideal partner."

A gentle, electronic female voice began to play.

hope so.

Cheng Zhuo took a deep breath, suppressed his agitation, and went inside.

The venue was a huge square hall, with rows of cool white lights embedded in the dome, illuminating every detail.

The people in the Department of Childbearing have put in a lot of effort.

This lighting can easily expose whether your makeup is too heavy or your skin is in poor condition.

The hall was already packed with people, with many couples getting to know each other.

"Young man, are you here for a matchmaking event too? Wow, you're quite handsome!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched woman's voice came from beside me.

Cheng Zhuo was startled.

Turning around, he found a middle-aged woman dressed in fine clothes, adorned with gold and jade, her face as white as if painted, smiling and staring at him.

She subconsciously licked her lips, circled around Cheng Zhuo, and her squinting eyes gleamed:

"How about dating your sister? She's rich. She can buy you an apartment and a brand new OPhone 1988 watch, plus a Porsche Speeder!"

Cheng Zhuo hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, thank you, thank you, I'll look around some more."

"Sigh, young man, you don't know how good your older sister is! Little one, remember to call me if you regret it!"

The middle-aged woman laughed like a barbell.

She then reached out and rubbed her hand on his chest before swaying her hips and leaving.

Cheng Zhuo felt as if he had been granted a general amnesty.

Just as I was about to turn around, I found another fat woman, as big as a tank fortress, coming up behind me.

The plump woman blocked Cheng Zhuo's path, staring at him shyly:

"The way you look at me...you're in love with me, aren't you?"

"what?"

Kiss me, now!

"Are you sick in the head?!"

Cheng Zhuo glanced fearfully at the enormous mouth that might devour him whole, and fled in a sorry state.

I took a quick stroll around.

Cheng Zhuo's handsome appearance still attracted a lot of attention, but as he expected, most people were somewhat...strange.

There were some things he thought were pretty good overall.

The conditions he was given were beyond his reach.

No wonder people online say that most people will be forced into a third round.

Everyone wants to find their ideal type, but how many of those ideal types end up in an official marriage arrangement?

"What are you pretending for, you little bitch! Besides me, who else here can afford to support you and these two burdens! And you're complaining that I'm too old? Look at those kids who haven't even grown their pubic hair yet, who can afford to support all three of you at the same time!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd behind them.

Cheng Zhuo curiously went over to them.

Upon seeing the cramped girl surrounded in the middle, Cheng Zhuo couldn't help but be slightly taken aback:

"Huh, Ruan Qinghe???"