Urban Martial God: My Children Are Peerless Prodigies

[The Martial God Returns + Invincible + Adorable Kids + Doting Dad + Ruthless and Decisive + Everyday Family Life]

I was once a god.

With a flick of my finger, I shattered stars. With a wave of my hand, I split mountains and rivers. I looked down on all living things as if they were mere weeds.

Until, in a hospital, a pale little boy with eyes like mine took my finger and called me “Dad.”

Until the flustered young woman from six years ago, now protecting our daughter, asked me with red-rimmed eyes, “Qin Wuxin, where the hell have you been for the past six years?”

From then on, the hand that once cleaved galaxies learned to mix baby formula. The aura that once cowed countless worlds was put to use at parent-teacher meetings. Ancient divine artifacts became clay pots for brewing calming incense.

The warmth of everyday life was my son gently pounding my back with little fists strong enough to punch through a wall. It was my daughter asking before bed, “Will you pick me up tomorrow, too?” It was the steam rising from the bowl of soup my wife left for me late at night.

I thought that was everything.

Until darkness emerged. They coveted my wife and lusted after my children, mocking me as a “useless man who just hangs around the stove.”

I stopped brushing my daughter’s hair and turned around.

That night, the dead stars shone again in my palm. My voice echoed through every shadow:

“My daughter has a performance tomorrow. Her dress mustn’t get wrinkled.”

“My son has a soccer game. I have to be there.”

“If anyone dares touch the life I cherish, ”

“I will make sure this world never sees another dawn.”

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