Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows!

As I scrolled down the screen for a good while, all I could see was a desperate escape.

Being chased and chased again, hiding bodies in thorn bushes, getting pricked by thorns as sharp as razor blades while evading pursuers.

Digging into the dry ground to drink muddy water because there was no clean source...

It reminded me of the atmosphere in those charity commercials asking for donations for refugees on TV.

In reality, it wasn’t much different. If there was a slight difference, the ’Someone’ who was the protagonist of these messages was the head of a household, a patriarch on the run, trying to save his family from pursuers intent on killing them.

The messages continued to pop up, detailing a frantic flight, constantly running to evade someone’s gaze.

Month X, Day X

[Just a little, just a little further and we can reach the Forgotten Paradise where God descended in the past. But today, my wife collapsed, unable to endure the hunger any longer. I gave her some of the emergency rations to provide nutrients for now, but how many more days can we last...]

Even without seeing it with my own eyes, just reading the logs of their daily tracks conveyed how urgent the situation was and how desperate this ’Someone’ felt.

As the messages of this frantic escape moved closer to the present date, their condition was becoming increasingly critical.

In a situation where they were wandering without proper shelter, essential survival supplies were running out—that was a given.

There were even messages stating that some of the children, who had gone out to find food, were returning injured.

Month X, Day X

[There isn’t much left now. Two days? Three days? It has been a long time since we shook off the pursuers after our lengthy escape, so there really isn’t much further to go!]

I didn’t know who lived there or where this was, but perhaps their hard work was finally paying off after losing family members and fleeing.

The message window, which had been dyed a deep crimson, turned a somewhat lighter shade of pink.

However, as if to smack me in the back of the head, the text that floated up next came with a message window that had turned blood-red once again.

Month X, Day X

[Finally, the last of the emergency rations has run out. I shared my portion with my collapsed wife and young children, chewing on bitter grass roots, but without a stable shelter, I can no longer see a future. But just a little more! Just a little... just a little... if we just go a little further...!]

The color was a precarious, bursting red, showing that the condition of the patriarch, who had starved himself to feed his family even one more mouthful, was rapidly deteriorating.

That date corresponded to yesterday. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

And floating right below it was the date indicating today.

Month X, Day X

[Is this the end... I have collapsed with only one step left to Paradise. My children are trying to help me up, but my body, which hasn’t had proper nutrition or sleep for so long, feels heavy as a thousand pounds...]

The crisis message began to blink on and off.

It wasn’t that I particularly understood a father’s heart, but it was hard to imagine the children crying out for him to stand up.

However, having grown up watching my own father live with chronic illness, I found myself unwittingly cheering for him.

But as the chronological messages reached the most recent time—right after I discovered the creek where the three or four goblins lived, and exactly when I had pressed the [Shipment] button—a new message window floated up.

Month X, Day X, Hour X, Minute X

[It is a miracle! Just as my consciousness was fading, the sky suddenly split open and a shaft of holy light poured down! And when I followed the fading light—my god! Twenty heads of livestock had descended! The legend of the Forgotten God’s Paradise spoken of by our ancestors was true!]

The message window I had seen earlier—

[Someone from Another World is bewildered by the Master Breeder’s gift!]

[Someone from Another World is grateful for the Master Breeder’s grace!]

—Was that simple message just like a mobile game notification?

The ’Someone from Another World’ slot was displaying a log of the recipient’s tracks and status, as well as a brief report on the day I sponsored the pigs.

And the moment I finished checking the message windows—Pshh!

The SD Character popped out again. As if the seriousness from earlier was a one-time thing, the brat returned to her cute, two-head-tall chibi form and floated a message window in front of me.

[Fufufu, that went well! The Master Breeder’s mercy saved the lives of an entire family!]

"..."

What should I say to this... I suppose I should be happy about it. But I’m not some doctor from a documentary volunteering for refugees in a war zone where shells are raining down.

I just lifted a finger and clicked a button. Yet, seeing her dance around saying ’Praise him!’ because I saved lives made me feel strangely embarrassed.

[Someone from Another World, who barely escaped death, is greatly rejoicing over the pigs sent by the Master Breeder!]

And in that instant, message windows began to flood my vision. The main content, like what was mentioned before, consisted of messages expressing gratitude toward me.

[Someone from Another World begins to praise and worship the Master Breeder!]

Furthermore, it eventually escalated to full-blown worship.

My eyes were already hurting from the messages scrolling up without a single second of rest, but now the screen was being plastered with burdensome messages of adoration.

"Can’t I turn this off somehow?"

[Hmm... How about using the ’Transmit’ function in the [Someone from Another World] interface?]

"Transmit?"

I scrolled past and closed the diligently rising messages of gratitude to look for what she called ’Transmit.’

Before long, I confirmed that an interface labeled ’Transmit’ had appeared under a small envelope icon at the bottom right of the screen.

Admiring the detail that made it obvious what this function did without needing to ask, I pressed down on ’Transmit.’ A bright blue screen immediately floated up before my eyes.

[Convey your heart to Someone from Another World!]

"..."

Along with a phrase reminiscent of a Red Ginseng gift set advertisement during the holidays, a ’Send’ icon floated lonely above a large blank space, looking just like writing an email on the internet.

"...So, if I write here and send it, it gets delivered?"

[Of course! Come on, why don’t you try sending one quickly? You don’t have to write anything profound, just write a single line telling him to be moderately thankful!]

"Hmm..."

Thinking this was some sort of tutorial, I did as the brat instructed. I wrote a phrase telling him to be moderately thankful and pressed send.

Immediately, with an effect of a letter flying away, another message flew back to me.

[Someone from Another World is overjoyed to have received a revelation from the Master Breeder! He intends to stop the incessant greetings of gratitude according to your word, but he begs for permission to offer prayers of thanksgiving to you at least three times a day!]

The situation just got way more serious...!