The Whole Clan Picks Me to Be the King

Yun Huai was born into a brutal post-apocalyptic world, only to awaken a seemingly useless ability—the stronger a being, the more irresistibly drawn they are to him. As a result, Yun Huai was thrown into a horde of zombies, luring all manner of deadly creatures until an accident left him utterly annihilated. When he awoke again, he found himself as a starship mechanic on a garbage planet. Now in the interstellar era, where everyone piloted mechas and stood at least six feet tall, Yun Huai quietly concealed his psychic abilities and resigned himself to a lazy survival amidst the cracks of the powerful. Yet, within days, he encountered an influencer exploring the garbage planet. In the influencer’s candid shot, a slender young man smiled softly, his gray-violet eyes like the starry sky—eerily reminiscent of the royal family enshrined in the sacred temple. - The Ita Empire was a top-tier cosmic race, possessing three primary star systems and countless subsidiary planets. Its citizens were powerful, wealthy, and united under one singular devotion—the Ita Royal Family. The King was their faith, the light of the cosmos, yet the mysterious and formidable monarch remained eternally seated upon the sacred altar—a gemstone statue that never smiled. Everyone believed it was a dreamlike illusion, a supreme fantasy fabricated by Ita ancestors. Until one day, the empire’s information interceptors picked up a signal from the far reaches of space: a garbage planet ruled by an alien race, home to a young man who eked out a living repairing abandoned starships. Life was harsh, with no security, yet a two-credit meal replacement could coax a smile from him. The candid photo spread like wildfire across the empire. Citizens stared at their holoscreens, then at the royal statue on the altar. The empire erupted. - The birth of a new king stirred the entire race. But locating him across star systems proved arduous, and so these madmen waged war on the alien domain while feverishly tracking their monarch. After two months of relentless battle, someone asked a high-ranking official of the alien race: “The Ita are biting down like a carpet bombing—how come your leader still hasn’t shown up?” The official sighed wearily. “Busy…” “This can’t go on! What’s he busy with?!” The official replied, despairing: “Chasing his love-at-first-sight white moonlight on a garbage planet.” #WhenYourAbilityToAttractTheStrongIsFinallyUsedRight #WhatToDoWhenYourFamilyGroupChatAndCrushStartAnInterstellarWar #JustWantedToChillButEndedUpCharmingTheUniverse