My name is Su Mo, and my wife is a little strange.
She can kill a True Intent Realm expert with a single finger, yet she’s obsessed with melodramatic TV shows.
The “energy waste gas” she casually tosses out can transform me completely, but all she cares about is what flavor of chips we’re having today.
Scene One:
The head of an ancient martial arts family comes to my door, arrogant and rude. “Kid, hand over your secret!”
I’m just about to steel myself against the pressure when my wife drifts out of the room. “Su Mo, the TV’s broken. It’s all static.”
The patriarch: ??? (You didn’t feel the pressure of my True Intent Realm aura?!)
Scene Two:
A big shot from the Spirit Administration Bureau comes to recruit me, promising S-rank resources. “Young Master Su, as long as you join us…”
My wife pokes her head out. “Su Mo, we’re out of ice cream.”
The big shot: … (Is that really the point?!)
Scene Three:
My enemies have me trapped at the door, and my life hangs by a thread.
I shout in despair, “Wife, save me!”
She walks out holding the remote and frowns. “Shut up. You’re blocking my signal.”
Then… she waves her hand impatiently.
The next second, every enemy, along with their magic treasures and martial techniques, turns into specks of light scattered across the sky.
Everyone: “…Holy crap!”
Me, wiping away sweat: “I told you not to mess with my wife. She gets cranky when she wakes up. No, wait, she gets cranky when you interrupt her shows!”
That’s right, my wife is the eldest princess of the Immortal Domain. She can crush anything, but all she wants is to be a happy, lazy shut-in in my rented apartment.
And I’m her one and only “logistics manager” and “human body pillow.”
