Leo's last memory of Earth was a lukewarm convenience store bento and a spreadsheet that refused to balance. At 35 years old, overworked, underpaid, and perpetually single, he died the way many Japanese office workers feared most: face-down on his desk, unpaid overtime glowing on the monitor.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the middle of a forest—alone, sore, and half-naked.
"Where... the hell am I?"
Then it hit him. A blue screen hovered in midair.
WARNING: Exposure of this system will result in instant death.Welcome, Host. Your mission is to train five disciples to become the most powerful beings in this world……marry them, and extend your bloodline.
Leo sat up slowly, blinking. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Host is currently Level 1. No skills. No cultivation base. No survival knowledge.
He screamed into the trees. "You want me to train future goddesses… when I can't even cook rice without a rice cooker?!"
Mission accepted by default. Good luck.
Leo stared at the empty wilderness around him. No weapons. No shelter. No hope.
He exhaled, rubbed his temples, and muttered—
"Alright. Let's see if manga survival logic actually works."