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

Winston has this idea, and he can certainly make it happen.

Because the Empire's current fighting strength is at its strongest.

After all, their generation had the most powerful monarch in history, Winston, and Winston's offspring all possessed superior genes.

With the power of the Winston family alone, they could prevent foreign enemies from invading for five hundred years, and even make the empire the most fertile land when resources are scarce.

If Winston had such ambition, it would only be a matter of time before he took control of the entire Ring Belt.

However... the most important thing right now is not the invasion of foreign enemies, but the shortage of resources.

Their home planet is becoming increasingly resource-poor.

Winston looked at the islands that seemed to be built almost in mid-air, knowing that one day they would abandon this blue planet and venture into the depths of space.

However, following the genes passed down from ancient humans, they were also reluctant to part with this planet where all of them had lived for tens of thousands of years.

After all, the concepts of emotions among today's new generation are simplistic, and society today is more like a military-dominated society.

People haven't seen the "moon" for a long time, and the only thing they can miss is the place beneath their feet called their hometown.

Winston had originally planned to relocate the entire empire, but after the cubs were born, he hesitated.

He always felt that the appearance of the cubs was not so simple.

Do his and Wulan's genes really qualify them to have a child with ancient human blood?

Winston looked at the child. He knew that Ulan had named the cub Wutu, but he didn't understand what Wutu meant or what kind of beautiful blessing it contained.

Therefore, Winston felt that the migration plan could be slowed down.

He wanted to wait until Wutu grew up a bit, understood things, and could remember his mother and his home before leaving.

The little guy started whining again when he saw his dad.

Winston snapped out of his reverie and looked at the cub. He was now able to tell what the little guy needed by listening to its cries—whether it was hungry, uncomfortable, or sleepy.

If there were a parenting competition, Winston might win first place right now.

However, no one has invited him now.

Winston approached the cub and instinctively tried to pick it up, only to find that the cub's little face was flushed red and its forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Where's the doctor?! The doctor!"

Winston's expression immediately turned to fear.

He looked at the child in front of him, thinking about how weak the child was, and what would happen if something were to happen to him...

Seeing the little guy like this, the doctor quickly and efficiently put him on the machine.

Just as they were waiting for the instrument results, the cub, which had been pale just moments before, suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye.

wrong.

The doctor walked over and lifted the little guy's clothes.

Inside, I saw a tiny child, no bigger than the palm of my hand, as cute as a BJD doll.

The little guy's face no longer showed any discomfort; he was just lying there, seemingly fast asleep.

The doctor glanced at Winston and whispered:

"Your blood genes are too strong. The offspring can't handle it and will experience temporary changes, including but not limited to physical discomfort, blindness or hearing loss, amnesia, shrinking, injury..."

"This is his body protecting him, using more energy to consume the energy in your blood."

"This situation can only be seen in parents and children with significant genetic differences."

The doctor's words were tantamount to saying that the little guy was too fragile, unable to even withstand Winston's blood, let alone become stronger.

But Winston showed no sign of anger or embarrassment.

He carefully placed the miniature creature in his hands, held his breath, examined it closely, and finally, solemnly uttered a sentence:

"Now I can finally put him in my pocket and take him wherever I go."

The doctor was also taken aback by the extent of Winston's doting affection.

However, when he looked down at the cub in front of him, which was only scaled down proportionally but with incredibly delicate little hands and feet and even larger-looking eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little urge to cover his nose.

So small, so cute...

For a moment, the doctor almost forgot his job and reached out to gently touch the little guy's toes.

The cubs were still whimpering, but they couldn't compare to the ones that had grown to the size of a nose and would cling to their father's fingers and act cute.

Looking at the cub in front of him, Winston finally thought of a very serious matter.

How exactly is he going to hide the cubs so that they won't be abused and ravaged by his older brothers and sisters?

Winston had no choice but to try putting the cubs in his pocket.

The cub would stretch out its arms and legs inside, rolling and wriggling for a long time, sometimes revealing its round bottom, sometimes turning around, and finally, after a lot of effort, it would finally show its little head, hanging its head on the edge of the pocket, looking almost like a doll keychain.

Winston walked to the mirror, looked at himself, and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

The doctor glanced at His Majesty, whose authority had greatly diminished due to the presence of a cub, and wondered what exactly he was pleased about.

Besides showcasing the cubs, are there any other benefits to this action?

But when Kaylan and Lilith came looking for the cub, Winston quietly pressed down the little guy's head in his pocket.

The cub slowly descended and hid in its father's pocket.

cub: ...

Kaylan couldn't help but ask, "Huh? Where's the baby?"

The little guy wriggled in Winston's chest pocket, and sometimes Winston could feel the little feet kicking against his chest, ticklish, yet tingling all the way to his heart.

Winston wished the little guy would treat him like his father and climb all over him.

He even had an urge to immediately kiss the cub's soft little face, chubby belly, round bottom, and plump little feet.

Although Winston had a lot of inner monologues, having mentally masturbated the cubs countless times, he remained expressionless on the surface, letting Kaylan search for the cubs everywhere, even rummaging through the soles of his shoes.

That brat.

Winston has recently come to think that Kaylan is getting more and more punchable.

Anyway, tigers are tough. They're huge cats, just like large dogs. You can slap them a couple of times with a military boot and they won't feel any pain. They'll grin at Winston and call him "Old Deng."

Just as Winston was about to make his move, the cub in the pocket couldn't hold back any longer.

So all those present could hear was a soft "hmm," as a small head popped out, blinking its eyes as it looked at Kaylan searching for him under his father's shoes.

"Ugh..."

The little guy is trying very hard to talk to the furry thing again.

In his eyes, Kalan was a big, fluffy, and warm furry creature.