Want to write something sweet? (Multiple female protagonists, love, and a blend of world development themes.
The protagonist is a god, and the style is plain with a bit of fun. By the way, the story is told. Readers are asked to be careful to avoid being confused.
As a child conceived by the God of Creation, it is unfortunate to have poor talent, but there are others who are unfortunate.
Quanyou couldn't help but stick out his tongue every time he thought about this. What does my parents' misfortune have to do with me? Come on, I'm really lucky to have such great parents!
"What will the child do after we leave? Who will protect him?" On the day of the ascension, Mother Quan, with a worried look on her face, murmured about spreading a huge amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
"If Xiaoyou had worked harder, he wouldn't have been like this." Quan's father couldn't understand why two creation gods gave birth to such an ordinary child.
Quan You, who was awakened by the overwhelming wealth, wiped the unwilling tears at the corner of his mouth: "You didn't cherish the opportunity to open a trumpet at the beginning... Now it's too late to ascend." The carefree young master decided to take up the task of inheriting the family: The son's talent is not good, shouldn't it mean that the grandson's talent is not good, right?
My young master is still at ease even though he has his descendants protecting him.
Quan You thought about hooking up with a talented and beautiful girl, his future wife, to protect him.
Before someone's grand plan can be implemented, accidents happen one after another. There is no time to grieve for the passing of my parents... What does it mean to be a childhood sweetheart who is now my servant? !
In this world where everyone is a creator, having no talent is certainly a very cruel thing. Izumi Yu is not someone who is bound to be on top of the world, but he will extend his claws to homeless beautiful girls who may be on top of the world.
Reader comments
I feel a little confused when I read it, and I don't know what I'm writing.
I feel a little confused when I read it, and I don't know what I'm writing.