The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

They leaned closer for a closer look and discovered that the little guy was indeed different from the new humans born in their time.

When the new humans are first born, they are all born in the form of beastmen. Only after learning will they transform into beastmen.

But the little guy in front of me, born into such a gentle and docile human form, had his eyes half-closed and his head resting on the edge of the eggshell because hatching was too tiring.

They look absolutely adorable.

But the cubs' softness gave these people bad intentions.

"Since he was born this way, with congenital deficiencies, can we exchange our precious child for him, so that our child can enjoy wealth and luxury?"

As the woman said this, she looked at a chubby Shiba Inu behind them.

"We're doing this for that family's own good. They'd be heartbroken if they knew their child would be born disabled. Even though our child is just a dog, it's still better than a mongrel with no animal blood at all, right?"

The man with the woman fell silent. His family had lived on this garbage planet for decades, and he thought this might be their only chance to change their fate.

"When our little one grows up, he can use the wealth of those nobles to support us. And this child can be sold for money."

The two exchanged glances, seemingly reaching a consensus.

However, the cub in front of him couldn't understand what the two people were saying. He just rested his head on the eggshell, lost in thought. His black hair and black eyes were also quite rare among orcs.

After resting for a while, the little guy reached out his hand to the adults in front of him, trying to find his blood relatives for protection, but the two adults ignored him completely.

The cub was hungry and tired. It didn't even have many baby teeth, so it couldn't chew the eggshell to eat and get its nutrition.

He was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to cry. He could only whimper softly and reach out for the gentle breath that had accompanied him throughout his incubation.

But Dad isn't here.

The cub's eyes filled with tears, and an indescribable sadness welled up in its heart.

Winston seemed to sense something and reached out to cover his chest.

"king?"

Winston looked up and asked his men:

"Did you find any trace of the egg?"

Maureen, Winston's second-in-command, replied respectfully:

"Your Majesty, we have located the incubation pod to a remote, garbage-strewn planet, which... is a notorious slum."

Winston said, "Go find it! Find it no matter where you go!"

Although the Winston family had quite a few offspring throughout their lives, Winston himself only hatched that one egg.

That was Winston's only masterpiece.

Unlike other children, they were eggs conceived and hatched by the royal family through artificial insemination for the purpose of ensuring the continuation of their bloodline.

This was the only child Winston had taken care of day and night from the very beginning, raising him with utmost care.

Because the way modern humans raise children is by laying eggs and then both parents incubating and raising them together, the responsibilities of parents are not clearly defined. Apart from their gender, they are both the ones who nurture the child.

Because the child's mother died unexpectedly, Winston was solely responsible for hatching the cubs.

You could say he was also a "mother" who cared for the incubation of the child.

He slowly and gradually incubated that egg, which only had a faint heartbeat, into a fully formed egg.

This child is still a high-needs cub.

Perhaps he also sensed his mother's disappearance, which is why he constantly needed his father's company.

Therefore, Winston disregarded his image and carried the brood pouch day and night, never letting the eggs out of his sight.

Even if an egg appeared in Winston's arms, he could still intimidate his enemies so much that they wouldn't dare to look up at him.

Even during battles, Winston would carry the eggs in an incubator.

This child almost exhausted all of Winston's patience and love.

It was also Winston's only gentleness and the pure land in his heart.

Winston will always remember those days and nights that tormented him, the days he diligently studied the knowledge of gestation, and the moments when his little hands high-fived him through the eggshell.

With such profound feelings, Winston could no longer transfer his affections to anyone else.

This is his very essence, the fruit he nurtured with everything he had.

So Winston was willing to risk his life to find him.

As father and son, he still has a faint connection with the egg.

Winston could tell that the little guy was still alive.

However, a wave of sadness welled up in his heart, as if the cub's current sorrow had also reached him.

"Hurry up..."

Winston grew anxious. He was unaware that the egg had hatched and was still calculating that there was only one month left until the chicks were born.

The child was already born with congenital deficiencies, and Winston was particularly worried that the cub would have some problems after experiencing such a change.

Meanwhile, the couple with wicked intentions were figuring out how to proactively spread the news that their child was here.

They searched through the cubs' incubator and finally found a contact method on the back; the bottom of the box was even engraved with the royal coat of arms.

The couple paused for a moment when they saw the sign.

Because all the inhabitants of the empire knew that no one other than the royal family could have this mark printed on their belongings or clothing; if discovered, it would be considered disrespectful and offensive, punishable by immediate execution.

Therefore, this child must be of royal lineage!

Upon realizing this, the first emotion that surged in the couple's hearts was not fear, but ecstasy.

They were blinded by the imagined power and money, and began to fantasize about their future life of wealth and luxury.

The woman pushed the man, who quickly went to an acquaintance and borrowed an old personal computer to send a message using this method of communication.

Winston answered the call almost immediately upon receiving the notification.

He looked at the message coming from the other end and personally verified the other party's IP address.

This address overlaps with the garbage planet located by the incubator.

So Winston immediately said:

"Entire ship is under martial law. The entire route to the junk planet must be maintained; not a single mosquito should be allowed to escape!"

"The rest of you, follow me to the garbage planet. We're bringing the young prince home!"

Everyone immediately touched the brim of their hats and bowed:

"Yes, Your Majesty! For Winston's glory to endure!"

The couple were still immersed in their joy and paid no attention to the baby's condition.

The cub kept clenching its lips against the eggshell, but it used all its strength and the eggshell was completely devoured, leaving only a smear of the cub's saliva.

When the little one gets tired, it rests, and when it's rested, it sucks hard.

Despite his strong will to survive, the little guy hadn't had any nutrition for so long.

His vital signs were getting weaker and weaker...