Tomb Raiding: Little Brother’s Precious Little One

[No CP] The author was simply out of books to read and started writing this on a whim.

This is just how the writing is. If you don't like it, no hard feelings. There are countless great tomb-raiding novels out there, so you'll find one you like. There's no need to come here and complain about my writing. Many thanks!

Note: The story contains typos and extra characters. If that bothers you, don't read it.

When a god among men develops an everyday side, he never stops losing his divine image...

Zhang Shi'an: “Is my dad broke?”

Zhang Qiling: “No, he's not...”

Zhang Shi'an: “My dad likes eating chicken, and so do I (the game).”

Zhang Qiling: “That's my boy. We even have the same hobbies.”

Zhang Shi'an: “My dad likes little chicken-print underwear. Huh, who bought it for him?”

Zhang Qiling: “The Fatty bought all of it.” Without hesitation, Little Brother sold the Fatty out.

Zhang Shi'an: “Oh, and when my dad swears, he sneaks in foreign words, all while keeping a completely expressionless face. He must be swearing really badly.”

Zhang Qiling: “...”

Zhang Shi'an: “Of course, none of that matters too much. But most, most importantly, my dad never takes care of himself. Once, I looked away for a moment and he started bleeding himself. That made me so mad I stopped talking to him for a month...”

Zhang Qiling: “It's over. The kid won't talk to him anymore...” Little Brother never bled himself again after that.

There are plenty more stories, but I'll spare you the details.

[I can't write a proper synopsis, so please read the story itself.]

I won't abandon the novel, but I'm pretty busy, so updates are very slow. If you like it, feel free to add it to your bookshelf and wait for me to post more chapters. Then you can save them up and read at your own pace.