When I transmigrated to another world, I thought I'd have to start from scratch and struggle to survive. Instead, I discovered that I had an unbelievably powerful wife! She can command a griffin legion to soar across the sky, and a mere tap of her finger can make a hydra bow in submission. Abyssal demons tremble before her, while elven archers are willing to become her arrows. To her, the conflicts and glory of different races are no more than moves on a chessboard. Whether it's the ancient power of the Rampart faction or the necromancy of the Graveyard, she can wield it with ease as a devastating killing technique. Everyone is stunned by her fearsome strength and keeps asking how I managed to win over someone so powerful. I just lounge on the golden dragon my wife summoned and grin: “What's wrong with my wife being a little too powerful? She keeps me safe, and I'll journey by her side through this multiverse of magic and swords!”
