Creating Monsters With Semen and Causing an Apocalypse

“Hello.”

“Oh, welcome. Hehe.”

As the children and I got into the car, the taxi driver grinned.

“Are they your nephews? Or… your own children?”

“They are my children.”

“Oh, goodness. You got married so early.”

The driver glanced at Ilho sitting in the front passenger seat.

Then he kept glancing back and forth between me and the children sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

On the left was Iho, in the middle was Samho, on the far right was me with Saho on my lap. And finally, Oho was sitting on Ilho’s lap in the front seat.

Children’s motorcycle helmets.

They were matte black with heavily tinted shields, hiding their faces. They wore children’s tracksuits ordered in bulk from the internet.

They all looked like elementary school students, attracting no suspicion whatsoever.

Just adorable and cute.

The taxi carrying us swiftly arrived at our destination.

An area densely packed with numerous companies.

Mainly where IT-related companies are clustered.

“Um, is that the building?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Ah, I see. I’ll drop you off at the traffic light.”

Arriving in front of the building, I looked up at the high-rise structure.

This building housed the headquarters of a web novel platform.

Behind me, the children stood side by side, receiving attention from passing women. Some women petted their helmets as they walked by. Others took pictures and moved on.

“The place where my dream was crushed.”

The dream of a web novel writer who endured years of hikikomori lifestyle. But my dream crumbled due to the tyranny of the platform.

What kind of tyranny?

Revenue generation became impossible for 19+ adult content.

For someone like me who only used minor themes, it was practically a death sentence.

I even received advice to write according to the tastes of the Hufijub 4 drones. But how can I write something I’m not comfortable with?

Writing without joy is nothing short of torture.

No amount of cursing would help.

There was nothing aspiring writers or individual authors could do.

Swallowing my frustration, I endured each day until awakening due to a certain incident.

Having gained abilities along with awakening, I came here first for revenge. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and looked at the children.

My children and soldiers.

Five goblins were waiting for my command.

“Let’s go.”

And thus, the apocalypse that led to the extinction of humanity began.