Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong's fate - Chapter 31 - Our Master-Disciple Bond Ends

Grayson is a poor college student, scavenging leftover food, betrayed by his girlfriend, and constantly looked down on by everyone around him. Little do they realize he’s actually the heir to the mightiest billionaire family. When the seal on Grayson’s fortune is lifted, he transforms into the ultimate second-generation rich kid. He only wants to keep a low profile, but fate just won’t let him!So you think I’m just a loser? Fine. I’ll quietly use my money to solve everything behind your backs. Then I’ll make you all choke on your own words, swallow every insult, and slap you hard in the face...（This is anovel full of twists, comebacksand face-slapping moments, witha tightly woven and engaging plot—definitely worth your time.If you enjoy my story, please support it by adding itto your favorites. Your encouragement is the driving force behind my continued creation of exciting contentI also promise there will be no disappointing ending—the storywill have a satisfying conclusion. As the author,I already have 1.5 million words in reserve and willupdate with at least three chapters daily on average.）

Humanity, on the verge of reaching the singularity through AI advancement, fell before it could grasp it.In a cyberpunk world where Seoul—and even all of Korea—no longer exists, a story unfolds of someone living leisurely amidst the chaos.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

In a world where 99.9% of all men were wiped out and future births only had a 0.1% chance of being male, the role of men in society became that of celebrities graciously donating their seed to the masses. With the world population declining, pregnancy has become a social status, affording women government assistance, health insurance, and citizenship should they find a man to bless them with seed. With an only 1 in a 1000 chance of finding a guy, many women will do anything it takes to get close to a man and become pregnant. And should those women bear a male, it’s like winning the lottery, the remainder of their lives set as they receive massive stipends and no responsibility but to nurture their sons. Clyburn was reincarnated into such a world. Can a former unsuccessful business man properly navigate a female-centric world full of woman who just want to use him for his seed? With an overprotective mother, two caring sisters, and the mind of an adult, he might just.