The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 263: A Big Enough Dream

Chapter 263: A Big Enough Dream

The knowledge that Xu Zeng would have access to fresh, homegrown food filled him with a deep sense of pride, much like the satisfaction he felt when the people he loved in Nanshan enjoyed the food and beverages he prepared with his own hands.

It was a feeling of contentment that exceeded the boundaries of any world, a connection to his true self that remained unchanged even in the chaos of the apocalypse.

"I enjoy being a homemaker," Xu Feng joked with a light chuckle, though a hint of truth lingered in his words. In this world where traditional gender roles often dominated, being a stay at home mom was a job typically reserved for women.

But in the other world where he was a "ger," or a male who could become pregnant, Xu Feng had found himself defying the conventional norms of this world. The whims of transmigration gods had molded him into a role that allowed him to follow his dream. Fate, it seemed, was working its intricate threads behind the scenes.

As the day began to transition into evening, Xu Feng set to work in the staff dormitory building. With the bounty he had collected earlier, along with Xu Zeng’s own rations and some items scavenged from the kitchen, he started on a mission to cook a hearty, home cooked meal for his younger brother.

His adopted grandmother had prepared countless loving meals for him, and now it was his turn to respond. The scents of the kitchen filled with sizzling ingredients, melding into an aroma that was both comforting and tantalizing.

The compound was far away enough from the city to keep him anonymous, but this couldn’t be a common occurrence. This was all the more reason to make something truly special for Xu Zeng.

Xu Feng’s imagination knew no bounds, and he was determined to create a memorable feast for his brother. Using the snacks and items he had scavenged as the foundation, he transformed them into a culinary masterpiece.

Or as best as he could do with limited resources.

A semi culinary masterpiece?

A culinary servant piece?

Xu Feng continued to grin as he cooked, his glow growing, his mood lifted, and excitement budding as he thought of everything under the sun.

The snacks became flavorful appetizers, the long shelf life goods turned into hearty mains, and his meticulous arrangement on the plates was a fun touch to round things out.

The result was a table adorned with a symphony of colors, textures, and flavors—a feast fit for a king, or in this case, his new brother.

After preparing the meal, Xu Feng set it out in Xu Zeng’s room, creating an inviting setting in the dimly lit dormitory. It was more than just food; it was a gesture of love and care in a world where such gestures were increasingly rare.

His brother would undoubtedly appreciate the effort, and for a brief moment, it would feel like they were a normal pair of brothers enjoying a peaceful meal together.

With the meal ready, Xu Feng turned his attention to himself. The body he inhabited had not been filthy when he found it, so he decided to take a proper cold bath this time. It wasn’t just a quick wipe down; it was a thorough cleansing.

He changed into fresh clothes and took the time to brush his teeth, maintaining some level of hygiene in a world where cleanliness had become a luxury. Even with these precautions, he conserved water carefully, aware of its preciousness.

Once he was refreshed and ready, even his old cell phone was fully charged and everything was as it should be, Xu Feng settled down to cultivate before his departure. The evening had arrived, and the world had irrevocably changed, moving in a new direction.

As the evening unfolded, the world remained cloaked in the shroud of the unknown. The once familiar landscapes had transformed into an unpredictable realm, and there was no turning back the clock to the way things were.

The world was evolving, shifting into a new trajectory—a path whose ultimate destination was uncertain, and where the outcome depended on one’s perseverance and luck.

The night sky above was a breathtaking portrait. Even from the perch on the far periphery of what had once been a bustling city, the stars adorned the sky with their radiant brilliance. They shimmered like celestial diamonds, casting their twinkling light across the canvas of the night.

But during this celestial beauty, the world’s descent into chaos was obvious. The once distant roars of monstrous creatures now punctuated the night, haunting with dangers lurking in the darkness. The occasional cries of both humans and animals alike pierced the stillness.

The struggle for survival that had become a relentless battle.

Yet, perhaps the most persistent reminder of this grim reality was the ever present stench that clung to the air. It was a foul and putrid odor, lined with the decay and suffering that filled the world. It was a scent that no amount of beauty in the night sky could entirely mask.

Within a dimly lit bedroom on the top floor of a quiet dormitory building, a young man sat in solemn meditation. The room was shrouded in darkness, its windows securely shuttered to keep the terrors of the night at bay. Further inside the confines of the room, a soft, frail glow emanated from a circle of crystal nuclei meticulously arranged around the man.

He sat upright, his posture solid, fully immersed in his cultivation. Every breath he took was a deliberate and measured act, each movement carried a purpose. His entire being was attuned to the flow of energy around him, harnessing it with practiced focus.

This was the first time he had been so wholly dedicated to cultivating.

The burning desire to become stronger had ignited within him, an unquenchable thirst for power that had never been so potent or defined. But now, it all made sense. His newfound strength was not merely for self gain, it was a shield and a sword, a means to protect and safeguard his loved ones—those near and dear, and even those distantly related by bonds of fate.