I am three and a half years old, the darling of the small group in the demon world, and have five world-destroying boss dads.
The system asked me to influence them with love, so I chose to hug the demon king's thigh and call him daddy.
The next day, the Ghost Lord, the Demon Emperor, the Immortal Traitor, and the Netherworld Emperor all came to the door:
"I heard that you secretly gave birth to a daughter behind our back?"
From then on, the shoulders of the Nether Emperor became my viewing platform, the Demon Emperor tied my hair, and the Ghost Lord fed me fairy fruits.
And the most ferocious demon king father would ask with a cold face every night:
"Baby, which daddy will you sleep with today?"
The system screamed: "Host, in order to compete to be the first father, their tendency to destroy the world has become more serious!"
I bit the candied haws and blinked: "But, dads obviously love me very much~"
